First, our apologies for letting this blog get away on us the past couple of weeks. We've collected some great stories to share during that down time, however, and I hope I can do them justice in the next several posts here.
The Bon Iver fellahs were in Seattle wrapping up their U.S. tour not too long ago. We drove down for the night, and it felt good to catch up with some boys who know how to EC pass it. While we were there, it really sunk in that Justin's quite the big deal now. I was led to believe this after:
1.) We were leaving sound check to go grab some dinner. As soon as we walked out of the venue, a man on the street cornered Justin only to express his adoration and say how sorry he was that the show was sold out and he wouldn't be able to see it. He then shoved a couple of twenties in Justin's hand insisting he take them. Justin was polite about refusing the money, as any Vernon would be, but the whole scenario was weird nonetheless. The guy even said, "What, a brother can't buy a brother dinner?," after Justin also refused the man's offer to use the money to buy Justin dinner, as he could see that's probably where we were heading off to. When we did return, the stranger was still outside the venue, where we assume he was hoping to catch Justin's attention again. Joke's on him; we used the stage door. Sucker.
2.) While we were eating dinner, (which, by the way, was delicious - If you ever get to Capitol Hill, find your way to this great corner brewery, the Elysian something...) this couple came over to our table and said, "Sorry to bother you, and this is probably weird, but you look just like the lead singer of Bon Iver." Justin laughed and said that he was, and of course they were thrilled. To us, it was a hoot. I never would have labeled Justin as "lead singer," but they did pronounce Bon Iver correctly and seemed super nice as opposed to the the gentleman in scenario one who leaned more towards the creepy fan sector. The part that really got me about this one was that, while the woman was saying how much Justin looked like himself, I kept thinking, "Damn, this chick looks exactly like my dear friend 'Shley." I think I was just as surprised as she was! So, Ashley, now you know, your twin lives in Seattle.
3.) Okay, here's the best one of all- We returned to the venue after dinner only to be treated like gods by Snacks, the most kickin' security guard ever. In his words, we were "Mr. Vernon's guests," which meant we could let him know if there was anything we needed, and could of course go down to the green room and drink the free beer, etc..
So, after drinking said beer, we ventured upstairs to catch one of the openers and then Justin, Sean, Mike, and Matt. When Justin did take the stage, it wasn't long before we were bombarded by the dance moves of Trippy McTripperson. There was a girl who wiggled her way up to the front in order to be closer to the band, perhaps in hopes that they would be wooed by her slithering non-sober limbs. As everyone else stood still and listened in appreciation and awe, because that's just the sort of show this was, Trippy McTripperson was flailing and grooving and whacking people in the face with her hands and elbows and head. I suppose we could have been annoyed and let her spoil the show for us, but, having seen Justin live many a times in ol' EC, she became the show, and we even took some video footage of her for our own amusement. As her stumbling became less and less controlled, Snacks intervened. After giving her a handful of warnings, he and another security guard had to escort her out of the building. All 120 pounds of her put up a good fight too.
When we went back downstairs after the show, we were telling the guys about it. They said they saw her get taken out. Sean actually thought it was me. I appreciate the concern, Sean, but what do you think I would have done to get thrown out? I love the banging drum beats of Sean Carey as much as the next girl, but I'm not about to flail my arms into people for them.
So, that was our night at the show. People love Bon Iver, no doubt about it. We do love Bon Iver as well, but, more than that, we love the gentlemen of Bon Iver. It was SO good to see you, Vern, so, so good. Sean and Mike, thanks for letting us in on the yahtzees. Next time, you boys need to come stay at the boathouse.
~TK
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