If I Had A Band

Have you ever said something ordinary and then thought “Hey!  That would be a great name for a band!”?  I have, all the time!  Therefore, periodically, I will have “If I had a Band” Day.  I am spinning this off Southern Belle Simple’s “La Fête D’Imagination” in which she creates a completely imaginary party, down to the napkins, for a fabulous day (most recently Vivian Leigh’s Birthday).  So I am going to create a completely imaginary band down to the guitar art.

Today’s band name was inspired by the recent cold weather snap and my roomies comment that it was an electric blanket night.  “Ladies and Gentlemen, from Island Pond, Vermont this is “ELECTRIC BLANKET NIGHT!”.  Onto the dive bar stage in a small New England town walks 3 middle aged men, obviously still grasping at youth.  Clad in an artfully tattered array of flannel and jeans that are way too tight for men of that age, these Chuck Taylor wearing gentlemen belt tunes with guttural raspy voices reminiscent of Nickleback.  They want to be edgy but you can tell they grew up on Neil Sedaka…not judging, just saying.  Their wives sit at the bar impatiently checking their watches, impatient to get back home to relieve the babysitter.  They glare at the drunken, middle age, lounge lizard dancing way too seductively all alone in front of the stage.   The drum kit has “EBN” with a lightning bolt through it on the bass.  And if you look closely you can see the desperate hope shinning through their eyes.  They tour through New England in their minivans working around PTA and soccer games, in a love hate relationship with the path their lives have taken…regretting that they are not 20 years younger and begrudging every back spasm and pre-arthritic ache that signals their impending age.

This is a photo of Queens of the Stone Age from Magnet Magazine
Add 10 Years and subtract 90% of the talent and you have "Electric Blanket Night"

HE KNOWS I EXIST!

               I have to blog about it…HE KNOWS I EXIST!!!!  So my roommate found this button that’s says “Mentally dating a celebrity who doesn’t know I exist”, which is excessively accurate.  I have a total fan girl crush on Michael Esper of Broadway’s American Idiot.  Like vivid dreams, and giggly blushiness, low grade internet stalker crush.  It is, in fact, a little sad.  So, in the spirit of fan girl crushes worldwide, I dressed my 2 year old son as “Will” his character from A.I.  And by dressed I mean authentic costume down to the handmade key necklace and leather bracelet.  I even had my roommate scour the internet for pictures of the cardinal and 1977 tattoo he wears in the show, and Sharpie’d them on his arm.  I sculpted a heart-shaped hand grenade and sprayed his hair blue and black.  I even got so OCD as to smear some guyliner on him.  Then, on with the skinny jeans and vintage tee (right sleeve rolled up of course) and the skater shoes.  We set up a tube TV on the ground in front of an aged and infirm (read-well loved) sofa (a la the set he stays on for almost the entire show), clipped a lollipop stick to look like a cigarette (which he chain smokes throughout the show) and then spent the next 45 minutes trying to convince the aforementioned 2 year old to pose for pictures.  He did an AWESOME job and there has never been a prouder Fan girl Mommy than I was of my little “Will”. 

               OF COURSE with all my obsessive stalker craziness I had to post and tag Espy (hell yeah I gave him a nickname) and A.I. (What the cool kids are calling it these days) all over the place…FB and Twitter exploded with the “Espertasticness” (hey look, I made a word) of it all J I figured if anybody actually looked at it they would be like that’s cool and/or annoying and move on….THEN (duh duh duuuuuuh) my roommate calls me this morning (while I am driving to work) and says “I am about to make your year…guess who just commented on your picture of Spencer.”  I screamed like (insert farm yard analogy here).  Word for word  “AHHHHHH! SO AMAZING!!!!!!” Michael James Esper.  I have smiled for 7 hours now , thankfully the hyperventilating has stopped.  So from my happy little self to whoever reads/sees this here is my little “Will”.

This is the one Espy commented on.

Completely "Will" in this pic.

Getting ink done.

HOW IS HE SO CUTE?

Mommy's heart shaped hand grenade