Mary Timony is coming the BOTH

The BOTH actually stands for the Bottom Of The Hill (BOTH). So that really meant to say that, "Mary Timony is coming to the Bottom of the Hill". Attention grabbers...do they work in narratives? Or would the reader prefer to be coaxed into the sentences. A slow caressing of their interest, and once we pull them in closer, we reveal a little more of ourselves, to only watch them jump back frightened by their own lack of good judgment in that they were slightly interested in me.

I'm planning on going to the Mary Timony show. In fact, I would even go as far as to say that my band is a little influenced by her music. They're a two piece, we're a two piece. I try to rip off her melodic guitar lines, she ignores me when I try to talk to her. All of my advances to Mary Timony have been nothing but awkward. The first time was at the BOTH when she was touring on the Golden Dove album. After the show, I bought a t-shirt from their bassist, and later tried to talk to Ms. Timony as she was standing against the wall mid conversation with her drummer. You can insert your idea of the most awkward opening line right HERE, and then picture her face turn to me with a blank nod, and a slight sneer in her left upper lip. Yeah, that's only the first time.

The second wasn't really that bad. I was a little older, a little more experience under my belt, and I knew more people at the show, so I kinda was feeling a little pimpish that night. Which, ironically, is probably the reason why she had a problem with me. SO, I'm at Cafe Du Nord, the first band hasn't gone on yet, and Mary Timony is working the merch table. I'm on my first beer, sipping on it, looking through her merch. (Hello Mary, I know you're standing right in front of me, I know it's your music that I sometimes find myself obsessing over. Your voice, guitar parts, am I mad?) I'm picking up her latest cd, reaching for my wallet, ready to say something, right at that moment a short haired riot grrl with big glasses comes up and starts talking to Mary. They act like they've know each other for years. Girl power, and I'm still standing there. What can I do? I can't start talking to the female with glasses. "What, you come to a Mary Timony show to hit on girls?!" (No, just to tell Mary something). No, not at all, I'm just being nice. But alas, no movement, no nothing, just my usual awkwardness, until, "Oh, this is on lookout, do you live in the Bay Area now?" She gives me a tired look and the standard answer she's probably said at least 50 times on the road, "No, I still live in DC." Money is exchanged, a gracious nod from Mary, and I turn around.

So this third time, I'm hoping will be positive. Maybe I should just go and enjoy the music this time, and not try to have the magical moment with Mary Timony that will never happen. Is this angsty enough for you? Am I sad enough for you yet? Why am you having to answer these questions? Am I having a media event? Is this an international overnight sensation? Here's my latest addiction by the way:

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