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Adam Levine gave me a f’n guitar. No, really.

1 Jan

Best Week Ever, Part 2!

My 99th and 100th Maroon 5 shows will probably always be my favorite Maroon 5 shows of life. Might I add that I wish that Kelly Clarkson opened for them forever, because I would like to see that about 500 times more.

The morning of my 99th show, I worked a few hours then headed to Sacramento to pick up Heather from the airport. We drove to the venue to hop into line, since it was general admission and a 24,000 venue. Craaazy.



We had bought “Pass the line” tickets for $5 which conveniently scored us front row. Best five bucks ever spent.

Rozzi Crane opened. She’s on Adam Levine’s record label. She’s good, but her music isn’t quite my taste.

Next came out my girl, Kelly. Within a few songs she pointed and sang at me, and I’m telling myself it’s because she still remembers me and we’re BFFs. Yeah, sure. Haha. She’s SOOO good. This was my 20-something time seeing her and you think I’d have learned by now that I need to not sing so loud during her sets though because I’m prone to ALWAYS loosing my voice! I practically did halfway through her set.

Next, the loves of my life, M5. (I should do a huge throw back series of blogs of m5 shows from the bands early years. I found my old LiveJournal, and it is HILARIOUS, because 10 years ago I was a DWEEB. The posts would make you see why what happened next, did. And we can all laugh at how lame I was. It’ll be fun.)

Anyway, M5. Adam spots Heather and I a few songs in. Points, give us smiles. Love you. Then a few songs later, THIS happens. (Fast forward about 55 seconds.)

Um…I cried. I hate him. Thanks for the love. And yes, he did say, “Every time I see them I feel the need to kiss their asses.” ❤

I didn’t think it’d get any better than that, until several songs later where HE GAVE ME A FUCKING GUITAR. Here’s the video in all its glory. Thanks Heather for recording this.

Oh man. How I didn’t cry at THAT is surprising. I don’t know if you can hear, but at the end of the video I say, “I’m going to hug it.” HAHA. So I’m still a dweeb…

Getting out of the venue was RIDICULOUS. I had a shit ton of people stop me wanting to see the guitar, touch the guitar, take photos with me, ask a million questions. My favorite: Have you met Adam before?! No…he just knows me from the front row…DUH 12 year olds.

Finally we make our way to my car, to where I seat belted that baby in. Took us another good half hour to drive out of the parking lots, and by the time we stopped for a late night snack and caffeine to survive the drive home, it was 4:30am. And I had to work the next morning. Oh my, shoot me in the face.

I don’t know how I got through the few hours at work. Then we headed back out to Mountain View to go to the big 100.

I had a 3rd row ticket that I was completely content with, but m5’s tour manager told us he would give us two seats together so we wouldn’t sit separately. So when we went to the box office guess what was waiting for us? FRONT ROW, DEAD CENTER. Um, I love you Fred. Thanks for being awesome to us over the past decade.

So, I basically sang in Kelly’s face.

And then m5’s. And it was awesome. And the 100th. And then we went home and passed out because the following day it was back onto the Matty Nay tour. I didn’t think the week could possible get any better, but somehow, it did.

…to be continued.

this year was ours. farewell, december.

31 Dec

i like the way the streetlights fingerpaint your body.
fireworks off the roof glow in your eyes.
wearing my jacket, voice like an angel… hey, hey, hey.

i felt alive for the first time in my life.
i held you tight and the crowd sang ‘auld lang syne’
where geary meets the sea, you turned and said to me,
“this year was ours. farewell, december.”

ship lights look like stars out in the distance.
we’re as young now as we’re ever gonna be.
your hand in my pocket, heart like a rocket… hey, hey, hey.

i felt alive for the first time in my life.
i held you tight and the crowd sang ‘auld lang syne’
the sky was turning blue, like movie endings do.
this year was ours. farewell, december.

faster, faster, slip this disaster.
we go faster, faster, and slip this disaster.
we go faster, faster, slip this disaster.
faster, faster, lost in your laughter.

here’s to 2014.

Last Of The Great Pretenders Tour, or The Best Week Ever, part 1.

26 Dec
The formatting on this post keeps messing itself up, and won’t allow spaces between paragraphs. I apologize. It bugs me too. Now onto a belated blog. 
Oh man. Where do I even begin? I had a string of Matt Nathanson and Maroon 5 shows falling all within a week period of one another. I dubbed it to become “the best week ever”. It lived up to it’s name.

Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? Show numero uno.

First up on the list was Matt playing at Ace of Spades in Sacramento.

A radio station put together a show benefiting Breast Cancer, and the show was only announced about three weeks before the date. Let’s say I was excited to start the party off sooner, and went ahead and treated myself to a “VIP” ticket. The VIP tickets were sold in limited quantities, and it allowed you to have early entry and get to attend sound check and a m&g before the show. It was only $20 more, but I contemplated it for awhile (awhile, as in, probably 15 minutes) before I said, “Ah, screw it!” and caved.

Early entry is awesome. I got there about 15 minutes or so before they told us to arrive via email. There was a 30 minute delay due to someone getting stuck in traffic *coughNathansoncough* but I won’t name names. 😉
It was hot while waiting. I got sunburned. But eventually we were let in and Matt played 3 songs and it all became worth it, because I realized “This is it. Tour is STARTING!” After the sound check we were all cattle called into a single file line to take pictures with Matt.
Of course, since there were many of us, the conversations were rushed. But since I was the only one who caved to the VIP ticket, I got to talk to Matt solo, while my other friends were still outside in the general admission line. (Or as one of the radio station guys said, “You’re so lucky! You get to take a solo picture! You can wrap your leg around him!” Yeah no, he’d freak if I attempted that…) I’m always greeted with open arms. “Are you ready to see my face A LOT the next few days?” I asked him.
“UM, YEAH. Shit. We’re going to have to change up the set list for you, aren’t we?”
“Ohhh…I want to hear All Been Said Before!”
“Ohhhh! That’s a good one.”
“Do it!”
“Oh, I will. Just tweet me, because I won’t remember.”
Remember this conversation. It has importance over the next week.
After we took photos, we were then made to go back outside to wait in line only to be let back in an less than an hour later. Dumb.20130926_165538
I saved a spot for Tara, so once the GA line was let in, she squeezed in up front with me.20130926_173131
There was no opener, so Matt came right out and got down to the rocking. I loved the shit out of this tour. So good.
After the show Tara and I met up with DawnL and Tracy for a bit to say hi, and then the two of us headed back to Tara’s place a few miles away to crash since the next day we were headed to Reno.
Tara went to work the next morning for a few hours, and I hung out at her place with her man friend until she was off. We made lunch, then we headed out on our way to Reno.
Every time I go to Reno it’s…interesting. This visit, there was some sort of motorcycle convention or something going on, and there were just people EVERYWHERE.
I had tweeted Matt a long the drive to not forget to play my song, and he replied back with, “Wait, tonight?!” so I don’t think he knew I was coming to Reno. As Tara and I waited in line, Matt and Shiben passed us, and he cutely went, “OH oh, hiiii.” and Shiben waved like an excited kid. I’m pretty sure that made me love them more.
We were let in, and Tara and I immediately got alcohol. I got some rough news while waiting in line, and I definitely needed a little buzz. Except they are HEAVY HANDED in Reno, and I might have been slightly, okay definitely, intoxicated before the show started. Which was awesome, because no offense but, Joshua Radin should not be Matt’s opener. Snooze-a-palooza.
Matt came out, and it was an even longer and awesome set than the night before. I can’t get enough of that man. So good.
After the show we ran into Shiben and chatted for a bit (“You’ve seen Matt Nathanson 94 times?!”) before heading back on the road to Sacramento to sleep.  I hung out with Tara the next morning for a bit, before driving back home…for only 16 hours. Oh, my life.
The following morning I woke up at 5am to head to the airport to catch a flight to San Diego. Except, that all went down the drain when the plane was SMOKING, and we all had to get off. I got impatient playing the “wait for multiple hours” game. I called my boyfriend who had dropped me off and had my car and the keys, took a taxi his way since he was at work, and picked up my car and drove the 7 hours. The fuck. Hasty decision.
The whole drive I went about 85mph. I think I shaved an hour off of the ETA. I was tired and delirious and had no food or coffee in my system by the time I arrived to San Diego around 5pm.
I met up with my best friend Nicole at House of Blues and immediately sat down to ate. Note for future reference: don’t eat cheese loaded entrees when you have a completely empty stomach. No bueno.
The waitress was taking FOREVER (and it wasn’t even busy) so I left Nicole inside to pay and I hopped into the forever long line. Matt walked by a few minutes later and said, “Hey! All Been Said Before or something tonight, right?” and I was so delirious that I think I just smiled. Haha. I mean, YES please.
Once let inside we actually weren’t far back. Second row center. But we are old and sat on the floor while we waited for the show to start. Then we suffered through Josh. Nicole actually played a game or two of Candy Crush during his set. Ha.
Before Matt came out, the setlist was taped onstage and All Been Said Before was on the list! And I was totally stoked the entire set leading up to it. And then the jerk skipped right over it. He gave me a “Omg, please don’t kill me I’m so sorry” look, but I’m pretty sure I still gave him the stink eye through the next two songs. Then I got over it. At least he attempted by putting it on the setlist.
Fabulous show, as always. As soon as it was over we booked it, because Nicole had to work at 6am the next morning and I had to leave at 4:30am. I know, what? Since I drove instead of flew, I had to leave when it was still pitch black out because I was working that evening. Great things about planes, they get you to places quickly. Sob.
So, I drove home, stopped off at my boyfriend’s place since I had an extra hour, zombie’d around while he took me to lunch, and then headed to work for 6 hours. Cry.
The things I do for you Nathanson…to be continued.

Ruling the most.

5 Dec

Woah, throw back Thursday! Here’s a blog that’s been waiting to be posted since July. Sorry. Hopefully Santa brings me a laptop for Christmas so I can get back into the swing of things!

A week and a half after Matt Nathanson had his CD release show, he played not one, but TWO sets at the fair in Paso Robles. Yes, this is the fair where I danced  and sang onstage with Train for the first time a few summers ago.

My lovely wife Beth came out from STL to celebrate her birthday and to visit. We had originally planned on her staying with me for a few days, but then I was lame and got myself a second job who only gave me one day off. Boo, second job, you whore.

So we made the best of it. The evening Beth arrived I worked a double. A big fat 12.5 hour double.  Then I drove 2 hours to Walnut Creek to DawnL and Tracy’s place, because they were nice enough to pick Beth up at the airport so she wasn’t left in San Francisco all alone. (Closing at a restaurant you never know when you’ll get out. For example, that night I left 45 minutes after I was scheduled to be off. Lame.)

By that time it was 2am-ish? We stayed awake chatting for another hour or so, and then I had a nap…aka I hardly slept that night and then woke extremely early. Ugh.

DawnL had gone to work early that morning, and the remaining 3 of us went to meet her during her lunch hour before Beth and I headed back to Monterey.

After highly caffeinating and feeding, we trekked it down home. Literally walked into my house, changed clothes, then headed back out the door to show Beth around and go to the Aquarium for a short time before it closed. *There would be photos of fish, jellyfish & penguins here if I wasn’t too lazy to upload. Google “Monterey Bay Aquarium” :p

After acting like a tourist in my own town, I made my boyfriend meet up with us, because come on. My “wife” has to meet the dude I’d been cheating on her with! 😉


We drove around some more to show Beth some other cool things (who “OOOHHHH the OCEAN!” every 5 minutes…) before going to dinner. I caffeinated myself again. If I looked exhausted to you here, it’s because I WAS.

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After dinner I dropped the boy off at home, and Beth and I headed back to try to get a somewhat long sleep.

The next morning I tweeted about it being my 90th show, and got the cutest reply back.

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I fucking adore you, Nathanson.  Stop.

Cheryl and Kim picked us up from my place, and we caffeinated once again before headed down the 101 to Paso Robles. I should rename my blog to “Coffee and Concerts”.

It. Was. HOT. 103 degrees of torture.

We walked around a bit. Ate gross fair food. Hid in shade. Watched Matt sound check. Then we toughed it out in the sun to watch Matt’s set.



I loved hearing the new songs for the first time. I loved sharing the moment with one of my favorite people.

After the show, we were on our way out to head home when I heard a bit of a commotion. I turned around and there was Matt, signing some stuff. Beth was talking to him and said something about me, to where he turned and got all excited when he saw my face and gave me a high five. (Sorry, wifey.)

“Happy 90th time you’ve seen me!” I joked.
“I KNOW. I got so excited when I saw that. At 95 let’s get cake.”
“95? Why not 100?”
“I don’t know…”

He’s weird.


We chatted for another short moment, and then it was time for us to leave. I contemplated a cinnamon roll I had been eying all day, then decided against it. I had CHEESECAKE for breakfast that morning. True story. Fat kid-ness at it’s finest, folks.

Then, I sadly had to give Beth up to her other friends who were taking her to the airport the following day, Cheryl, Kim & I drove back home, and I was thrown into a weekend of long, busy, waitressing. Sigh.

The 9 Phases Of Post-Concert Depression

25 Sep

I found this article in my Facebook feed last night, and I’m pretty sure it’s something I would have written myself/was written about me. I just had to copy and share. You can find the original post here.

The 9 Phases Of Post-Concert Depression

For any rabid music fan, there’s a sort of grieving process that follows an event as momentous as seeing a favorite band live. It’s often referred to as “post-concert depression” around the web, and it goes a little something like this.

Phase One: Euphoria
These are the remnants of what you felt while standing front row, singing (possibly crying) along to your favorite song. It enfolds you into the night, past the merch table and onto the sidewalk where you’ll either choose to battle traffic, or wait by a fence near their bus hoping your favorite musicians come outside to say, “Hello.” Euphoria will extend if you do the latter.

Phase Two: Reflection
You will take a moment to register everything that happened­–either loudly with your friends who were there or quietly on your own. Some people choose to use this phase of their post-show life to write a review or to upload photos. During this phase, you may find yourself writing grandiose statements about how your life is changed forever, or how yes, Fall Out Boy can save rock and roll and you’ll take that to your grave. (Too much?)

Phase Three: Realization
Wait. You just said this show changed your life. At this moment, you will take in the full weight of that feeling. And here’s where the sadness starts to set in: You start to realize you’ll never experience it again and that all the photos and descriptions in the world can never, ever really capture the beautiful thing you just experienced.

Phase Four:Reality
The next day, you will return to your everyday life, which will seem exceedingly inferior after the night you just had. You may just go through the day-to-day motions and wonder, “What’s the point? This isn’t life. Last night’s show–that was life. That was being alive. This is merely living.”

Phase Five: Feeling Outcasted
To cheer yourself up, you may find yourself grasping to go back a few phases to “reflection” and share with people who weren’t at the show. Most humans will respond with a half-hearted “Oh, that’s cool” or “Sounds fun.” And it’s just like, “But you don’t understand. It was so much more than that!”But what it means to you is impossible to articulate.At this point, you realize no one understands you, and the people who do aren’t anywhere to be found, probably because they’re at a show, which leads to…

Phase Six: Stalking
Okay. Maybe the people who immediately surround you don’t get it, but there are definitely friends within the fanbase who do. You want a second taste and you’ll live vicariously through others to get it. You hunt down your friends who are going to upcoming dates, Twitter list them and refresh the shit out of that list continuously until the night is over for any sign of photographs or a glimpse at the show. You scour the Tumblr tags and YouTube and creep on the venue and tour staff–anything you can do to just get a teensy peek.

Phase Seven: Lack Of Impulse Control
You realize your lonely lifeless existence can be sated only by more of what put you in your current predicament to begin with: a show. You may find yourself on LiveNation, looking at that next date seven states away thinking, “Yes, this is a good idea.” And, you know, I can’t argue with that. You might spend money (like, a lot of it) to feel alive again… Wow, this sounds like an addiction. Holy shit, do we have an addiction?

Phase Eight: Acceptance
Yes. We have an addiction, and yes, we’re going to go to that show seven states away, because we can justify it. What if this is the last tour for a long time? We can’t wait that long. Here, you will either buy those tickets and repeat the cycle, or realize that circumstances are out of your hands and that you’re just going to have to tough it out until next time.

Phase Nine: Living
Eventually, all the bad post-show symptoms will fade, and you will be able to look at your photos from the show not as soulless reflections of a night you’ll never have again, but as memories, and those memories will sustain you. Until the next time you more than willingly put yourself through this torture again.

Love me ’til my heart starts.

23 Sep
Oh look, a blog!

I KNOW. It’s been way too long. But between two jobs, and no laptop for the past few months (RIP laptop…and everything I lost on it. Sob.) my posts would have been boring.

“Today I worked. Yesterday I worked. Tomorrow…I work.”

BUT. Here I am. Still alive after working 7 days a week for the past 6 months.

Back in July, I even went to a few shows that are blogable. I know. July…and its now September. I work 7 days a week. Give me a break, OK?! Have a blog. Here’s a story about a show.

Matt Nathanson’s newest CD came out on July 16th. The day of, he had a CD release show in San Francisco, so Cheryl and I made the trip up to the city to attend the release festivities.

We left early to have a “fun day” in the city.

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This happened.

creme brulee

And this.

Oh, and there was tacos from La Taqueria between those. OK, so our fun day revolved all around food. Who care. We walked over 4 miles that day so it that burned off, what? The coffee? 🙂


The show was at Amoeba Records, and when we arrived, the staff was pretty surprised to see people there early. We weren’t the first to arrive, but they still were all, “You know you girls have 2 more hours to wait, right?” This ain’t my first rodeo, cowboy. I’ve waited much longer…

cheryl and i

When the show finally started, I think my face exploded in a gigantic grin. I hadn’t seen Matt in 7 months, and that’s far too, too, TOO long.

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After the set, we waited in a line for 1.5 hours to say hi and for Matt to sign our CDs. Why we decided to “Let’s go last!” is stupid. We were hungry and exhausted and Matt is probably the only one who I’d wait for that long. Homeboy for life.

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When it was finally my turn, I was greeted into a giant embrace and Matt says, “I love when you’re here.” (Stop making me love you!) We made small chit-chat (“How are you? How have you been?” “So good to see you.”) and then…we fought. Haha. First, he spelled my name wrong. “J-O-S-E-L…” “There’s no E in my name!!!” “SHIT! I was just testing you to see if you were drunk.” STOP. Love. You.


CD(You can see where the E turned into an L.)

Story behind the, “Choose Me”: when Matt announced tour dates, I realized his California dates conflicted with Maroon5/Kelly Clarkson shows in California on the same days. Worst nightmare ever. I tweeted something like, “That moment you realize there are Matt and M5 shows on the same day in California… FML.” and he replied, “Um, there’s no real debate here…” Ha.

So, Matt then decided to fight me over who I was going to see. “I’m glad you’re doing good. But you’re going to see Maroon5 and Kelly instead.”
“Um, no. I bought tickets to your shows.”
“No. No.”
“Yes I did! I bought LA and Oakland tickets. I’ll be there!”
“We’ll see..”
I told him again I ultimately chose him, and he mumbled some more nonsense, and I’m all, “I love you the most!” and he just replies, “Oh…” So there.

As we were saying our goodbyes, he goes, “Hey! Do you like bunny grahams? Some nice fan gave them to me but I can’t eat them. Take them for your drive home! Wait, hide them in your bag! In case they’re still here. I don’t want her to see…” Oh my god, adore him. And sorry whoever gave Matt Annie’s Bunny Grahams…I ate them all.

Virtual Coffee Date, 2.

24 May
Hello, my friends.

If we were having coffee together, I’d have a lot to catch you up on.

I haven’t been neglecting the blog on purpose. I just haven’t been doing much. Well, in reality, it’s been the opposite: I’ve been super busy. Just not my norm baking & concert attending.

I’ve ran some races. I’ve started going to a new class at the gym. (Barre Sculpt, I friggin’ love. you.) Still going to my old classes at the gym. Also, I got a second job. So, now I work 7 days a week. On Fridays, I pull a double.  9am – 3pm at job one, and 6pm – 1am at job 2. Oye. Let’s just say caffeine and I are good friends on Fridays.

I’ve also found myself a boyfriend. We met, 3 and a half weeks later went on our first date (which lasted 7 hours!), and pretty much that was that. We had a talk a few days later, and I’ve been his girlfriend ever since. It all happened so fast, but when you know, you know folks. (And I knew from day one that I liked him. Butterflies, giddiness, all that teenage dream stuff…it’s silly.) I’ve been blissfully happy, and annoyingly smiley. He’s a good one. A real good one.

So, between two jobs, the gym, and dates with the boy, there’s not much time to blog. I haven’t even gone to a concert since mid-March! (And I passed up 2 Matt Nathanson shows…what the eff is wrong with me?!) Here’s a photo from my last show…I guess I owe you a blog about it, sometime…

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My first day off in 50 days (!!!) will be on Monday and I simply cannot wait. I’ve been battling a cold the past week (duh, no sleep + non stop working catches up to you. Stop texting your boyfriend until 1am, Joslyn, and go to sleep. He will still adore you tomorrow.) so I have plans that include a few DVDs, napping, and all sorts of laziness.

So please bare with me as I settle into my new roles of overachiever/dating extraordinaire/gym enthusiast. I promise I am around, somewhere.