Via a facebook event invite, we found out that our buddy, Doug Leavy, was doing promotional stuff for a concert in Colorado Springs with The Choir and Michael Roe (The 77’s) and their collaborative effort, Kerosene Halo. I (Michelle) pretty much hyperventilated because, as a 1991 high school graduate, I was a hard core fan of both of those bands and I couldn’t believe they were coming so close! Doug graciously offered us an opening slot and I am still trying to think of what awesome thing we can do for him to thank him.
It was so, so cool to hear these guys play again…not like they have ever stopped. Their classics still moved me (and made me wish I could still get away with wearing crushed velvet leggings, leather boots and some variant form of tunic) and their new stuff hooked me big time. They were still amazing, still funny, still kind and still approachable. These guys are great songswriters, (yeah, you may have heard of a little song Steve Hindalong, the drummer, wrote called “God of Wonders”:) stellar performers and warm communicators.
Maybe the best part of the night for me was when they said that that have been doing house show tours. What? Just like me? Maybe the winds are a changing and a venue that we have chosen for accessibility has all of a sudden become cool. (Obviously, if they are doing it, it has!!) As we left the house today for a twelve day Texas house show tour, I know I felt cooler thinking about those guys doing the same thing.
We finished up a little EP to take with us on this tour just this morning. Barry was mixing while I was packing the van. Tomorrow we get the awesome opportunity to hang out with Shane Bernard.
Lucky (or maybe unlucky?) for Shane Bernard, I seem to have turned a corner last night in the way I act around famous people. My nervous custom prior to last night has been to act too cool for school because I have no idea what to do. I know that if I start talking, idiot fan girl will babble on incoherently, so I just plaster myself to my seat, or a wall, and act like I couldn’t care less about being there. (For verification ask my mom how I acted backstage with Amy Grant or ask my friend, Christi Bovee how I behaved at a breakfast with my favorite writer, Ken Gire.) But last night, I got over myself. I let my giddy out and ate the whole night up like a skinny puppy. I smiled non-stop, idiot girl babbled on, I stalked Steve, Mike and Derri for pictures and I gave them my cd’s. Shane B, get ready, super fan finally put her cape on last night.


