October 17, 2005
Cheap thrills are awful hard to find these days
I'm not a freakishly star-struck kind of person. Sure I've been known to stare across a room at a brooding Kurt Cobain, but he would be (was) on a short list of talent that make my blood run hot and my appreciation for talent run high. I like a good star sighting just as much as the next person but comfort zones are very important to me so I respect that for a famous person especially.
There are not too many actors or "celebrities" these days that really truly float my boat. Let alone talented ones - I just don't see many that are unique to their craft and their appearance. It was a heart pumping surprise for me Saturday night when we walked into the El Rey Theater and there stood, from my short short list, Justin Kirk. He has been on that list ever since he had my eyes glued to Angels In America and of late he perks up the small screen again on Weeds. Much to my delight during the opening band - which really sucked by the way - he and his date stood right in front of me. I learned two things. He has incredible shoulder blades and his taste in women...eh, not so much.
After all that blood pumping, we were literally blown away by a long set from Bob Mould. I haven't been to a show that loud in a long time. It was his birthday and the end of the tour - he played on and on and loud and louder. Check out Bob's blog and new album. Good stuff.
Posted by nora murphy at October 17, 2005 12:38 PM | TrackBack|