You can blame Jenny Lewis for no blog today
Last night I went to see Rilo Kiley near Amherst, MA (where UMass is). Showing my general lack of awareness of Mass. geography I bought concert tickets to a venue that is two hours away instead of the one like 20 minutes away. While the drive home sucked I have to say it was a pretty good day filled with getting a proper tour of Amherst from the GF and eating some great food. Plus I got to watch a crazy guy in the park have a running monologue with himself… Which is better than watching anything on television, well except Lost.
Plus I was able to get pretty close to the stage where I could obsess over my favorite celebrity crush, Jenny Lewis, the lead singer of Rilo Kiley. (The fact that I just used “celebrity crush” in my blog makes me feel like I should own multiple copies of “Tiger Beat”.)
So after getting home at 2 am and having to come into work early at 7am there was no real witty blog to be had.
Instead I am just going to share some crappy videos that I took of the concert last night. I now can safely say that “video director” is not a potential career choice for me.
Rilo Kiley- With Arms Outstretched
Rilo Kiley- Portions for Foxes
Going to the concert brought up a question that I never really thought about.
Is it appropriate for a guy to sing along to a female singer? Singing about how crappy guys are and how they broke my heart really is weird to me. But the reverse is perfectly okay right? A girl can sing along to a male lead singer. Maybe I am over thinking this.
Anyways is it socially acceptable for a guy to sing along to a female singer?
It makes me giggle when a guy does it, but honestly it really depends on the track. I mean if you’re singing along with Toxic by Ms. Spears, I may have to slap a bitch, haha.
I knew most of the words but I didn’t dare sing along last night. Especially to their song “15″… I would have felt a whole new level of creepy.
15 lyrics
Twenty-five the season off dope
Three sheets to the wind like a clothes line rope
He’s a spider on the web
She’s a tiny woman, he could sense
Her developing body was just the beginning
She said is anybody out there
She was bruised like a cherry
Ripe as a peach
How could he have known
That she was only fifteen
And she came to him like a tick on the noose
Little blue eyed soul for his black and blues
T’s a new move for the likes of me
Our skin is like grass
Let’s smoke it real fast
Is anybody out there?
He was deep like a grave yard wide like TV
And how could he have known
That she’d be down for almost anything
But she was only, only, only fifteen
My oh my you pretty thing
It’s about that time
For us to leave
Does your daddy have a shot gun?
He was deep like a graveyard
She was ripe like a peach
And how could he have known?
That she was only fifteen
She was only, only, only fifteen
She was only, only, only fifteen
It’s perfectly fine when you’re alone in your bedroom singing to the mirror with your hairbrush. But if my BF ever did it out in public, I might have to laugh hysterically.
Hair brush? come on now
I’ve caught myself singing along with chick singers all the time, and I too wonder if it’s not a bit weird… perhaps Freudian karaoke?
… I’ll go fill out the gift subscription insert from my latest Tiger Beat issue for you…
It was a whole new level of discomfort last night.
If its Jenny Lewis, its TOTALLY ACCEPTABLE.
The best thing about last night is whenever people were taking pictures or videoing it she totally played to the cameras. She just rules.
So you don’t feel creepy you should just pick up the grown up version of Tiger Beat, its called US Weekly.
So true… so true
My six year old gets mad at me if I sing along to “boy singers” so by her standards, it’s not cool. Though she’s okay if girls sing along to Michael Jackson because she remains unconvinced that he is a boy.
Her radar is pretty good on the whole Michael Jackson thing.
You get a pass because you have a girlfriend and the band was Rilo Kiley. Unless your girlfriends name is Jim and by Rilo Kiley you mean Bananarama.
You already know too much about me.
I’m so Jealous. I LOVE Jenny Lewis. So does my boyfriend, however, we both prefer Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins to Rilo Kiley. Incidentally, he plays her songs on guitar and sings and it doesn’t bother me one bit.
I always find it awkward singing to “I feel like a woman” by Shania Twain.
However, then I masturbate all over the CD cover, and feel better about myself.
My wife…not so much. It’s her CD.
I see Jenny Lewis at least once per week. The Wizard is our kids’ favorite movie.
Why do all the best concerts happen when I’m out of state?
It’s perfectly okay to sing along, just don’t get too into it. It’s not like auditioning for American Idol or anything.
I Looooove Rilo Kiley. I saw them in Santa Monica and then again at Coachella. She is so petite and cute, I want to put her in my pocket.
K, here’s my journey over to this blog… when I first read the bulletin, it was a little too close to my maiden name and I wondered how the hell I ever knew ya. Then, onto read whatcha posted and glad I did. I never heard of either Jenny Lewis or Rilo Kiley and now I think I’m hooked. So thanks, and she rocks enough so that u don’t need to feel like a dork singing along to her.
No, it is not ok to sing along. And you should never admit to ever know any of those songs. EVER.
You wanna sing….Sing your freakin heart out!
also…Umass Lowell is alot closer, go to concerts at the arena in Lowell, you can even take a train from boston for less then 10 dollars, saves time, money and you woulda been home by like…12:30 am. I always went from Boston to Lowell for things like that because like Amherst it is a college town, good concerts, and easier to get too.