I saw Sloan
last night. There were so few people there, but I rocked out and felt completely conspicuous. As they finished their last song, Chris Murphy jumped into the audience and started shaking the hands of everyone who showed up. I finally talked to him after 11 years of following his band (the only band I got into on their first record from the '90s who are still together). Here is the dialogue of that embarrassingly dorky conversation:
CM: "Thanks for staying with us all that time, but I've met you before. I remember you."
Me: "Um, no. I've been at a lot of your shows, but I've never talked to y'all before."
CM: "Oh, no. I know another girl who looks just like you."
Me: "Yeah, I get that a lot. I've accepted that I'm an indie rock cliche."
CM: "No, no, no! Don't say that about yourself. Well, it's great to finally meet you. What's your name?"
It was one of those awkward nights where the crowd was small enough that you just knew that the band was looking out and thinking, "Um, why is that girl jumping around like a freak? Did she drag her boyfriend to the show, because he's not singing along..." etc., etc.
But it was a good way to end a crappy week and to start a new one.