My eyes are closed for the majority of the performance. I tell myself it's because I'm really into the sound and get too distracted visually... which I guess is true.
Also I don't want to make eye contact.
As I absorb the set, a pleasant transition occurs as the "Burger King" quietly whispers a nostalgic ghost from the past.
....I made you a present you'll never expect it...
One particular black-hoodied beardman gets real excited. Earlier in the evening, I randomly chatted with his girlfriend in the bathroom. She tells me he's a huge Menomena fan.
Of course I admit I was quite excited to hear this song as well, but I was also managing my overwhelming urge to bolt and sprint home. Perhaps in a different time and location, I'd act more like that super fan. However the stars that night were aligned so that I'd act a complete fool, but that's a different story for a different day.
Anyway, the point of this tale is what happened after the song ended. Over a controlled cloud of polite claps by unknowing hands and sparse hoots by nodding followers, our Mega[Menomena]Man whistled "Yeah!!.... [how about] Evil Bee?"
With furrowed brows, I popped open my eyes to catch a lightning fast glimpse of the stage, to see his face. His reaction prompted me to laugh nervously to myself as if to say:
This is awkward. I feel awkward. This fan is trying to connect in the most endearing way he can. He doesn't understand that Evil Bee is probably a sore subject.
Which prompted the other me inside my brain to say:
Holly, stop being creepy. Ya dunt no nuffin'.
[sarcastically] Ok self. You're right. What do I know? I'm purely speculating that Evil Bee was in the end more of a Justin song after the cut and paste process. [somber] Actually, you're right. It's just silly thoughts from a passive observer. What do I know?
Although, as I type this I'm currently listening to Under An Hour and it's pretty obvious who composed which track.
I don't know... what do I know...
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