11.02.02
Shiny shoes, fast hands.
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Tim and I went to a big rawk show at the Empty Bottle last night. Ohh, was I dreading it. Not the show — that, I was looking forward to, what, with it being the Mountain Goats and John Vanderslice. No, I was dreading the pre-show. See, earlier in the day, John Darnielle (otherwise known as the Mountain Goats) had called to ask Tim to bring something like 90 MG CDs to sell afterwards. And as Tim was packing 'em up, it dawned on me: "Oh crap. We have to give these to John. Which means we have to go backstage."

Wanna know the fastest way to feel awkward? Go backstage at an indie rock show. We walked downstairs, and I immediately wanted to tiptoe backwards, back up the stairs, very, very quietly. John D. was down there. So was John Vanderslice and his band. It was silent. They were all sitting on a couple couches, resting their voices, essentially napping. And there we stood, a big box of CDs in hand.

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