Archive for September 28, 2001

Ben Folds was sweaty and intricate and gorgeous. He broke a string on his first song. On a piano. Not an easything to do. The show was great, though–I think I’ll be buoyed for like a week. He knows how to work a crowd. It waslike loud tantric sex in the key of G, or candy you get to just keep eating.

He’s also, on a scale of one to ten, the goofiest-lookin’ guy ever. Knows his way around a piano, sure–I don’t thinkhe looked at the keys the whole time–and can sing, has a great touring band, made the songs so much fuller than theyever were on CD. But he looks like a gopher and he has a perfectly round ass.

I actually told him that later, when we stuck around and I got a CD signed. “I like big butts… can’t lie!” Hegrinned, but that might have been reflexive. Having a hundred geeky white kids press you up against a wall will dothat.

Update: See pics below of me with a CD on my nose, and the zoom on said CD. That’s an autograph. For real!

autograaaaphed!

proof


streetlight it shines through the haze
casting lines on the room and lines on his face

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