october 21st, the year 2004...
muse headlines the fox.

after being totally jipped off at qdoba, (they don't give you as much if it's not in a tortilla) met up with kelly and adventured to boulder. lmp and her pals had been waiting since about 3, the line is now quite long at 6 o clock. have a sit, sell extra ticket to italian guy. cause he was nice, desperate, and yes, cute, proving the myth is true, that all italians wear really tight jeans. good thing for him cause it was sold out. we get inside and as there was no one in front of us in line, get right up on the bar itching with excitement. then after much anticipation, the evening came on stage. an entire, yes entire band full of lanky fellows featuring i kid you not the skinniest man in all creation. dear god! i wondered how does a man that tall and that skinny find pants?? in the women's anorexic modeling section of course. the rest of the band was also wearing tight jeans and i enjoyed viewing the asses. haha. no, actually they were really interesting and had some excellent dance breakdowns. one of the guitarists was a lefty, and i've never seen anyone so pleased and exhuberant to be playing two notes over and over. he would kind of spasm around with a giant grin on his face. we liked him. the other guitarist had a ridiculous moustache. one of those that curl up at the ends. it was so wide and black that it looked fake. but yes anyway, the evening was obviously entertaining, and i wish them good luck. i respect anyone who rocks the tambourine and/or maracas.
then there was muse. glorious muse.
we were standing there watching them set the stage and it was insane. they had all these custom mic stands that looked like industrial catwalk flooring (with the holes all in it) and a gaint keyboard, and no monitors? it was crazy. and then suddenly muse was there right in front of me and i do mean right in front of me, there was nothing between matt bellamy and i but a metal bar. damnit. they opened with hysteria. it was this really strange feeling. i never NEVER thought i would see muse, let alone twice, and in such a small venue? and the lights are epilepticking and the people are jumping and everyone's smiling and today is beautiful. mindblowingly loud. my eardrums fall over the barricade and lay dying in a puddle of content. and they played muscle museum..freakish! and sunburn...outlandish! and plug in baby....holy cough drops batman!! and the majority of their new cd and dear god i lost my voice and my breath and a good portion of sweat. neck doesn't hurt too horribly bad today tho so bonus. and the keyboard, oh the keyboard, faces the crowd directly and is hooked up to these light up boards on the front of it so everytime he plays a scale you can follow it around with each separate note. and he sings angelically and no one even dares speak for a full 5 minutes. matt was such a rockstar, he would stand there with his guitar and gesturing with his hand like a rock god to bowdown and show your respects to the king. watch me as i rip off your skull with my guitar riff. then i will take you outback in the alley and kick the crap out of you with my operatic lungchucks. gah! i love them. definitely30 times more than satchmo who just bit my arm. little shit. no setlists or drum sticks for us, but we gladly payed money for shirts. and some ginandtonics later at a bar. is there anything better than a slice of cheese pizza when you're drunk. no. there is not.
I SAW MUSE! GEEF!