Andrew McMahon meet, take 2

2011 seems to be the year of meeting Andrew McMahon. Myself and the Jack's Man 5 girls traveled to Hartford, Conn., last night to see Jack's Mannequin play with the Hartford Symphony Orchestra. It was absolutely beautiful and well composed. Following the set, we managed to meander into the VIP meet-and-greet and spend a good five minutes talking to Andrew. OMG. More to come...

Meeting a music idol : Andrew McMahon

It reads like one of those souvenir shirts purchased from a destination touted as fancy. I met Andrew McMahon of Something Corporate / Jack’s Mannequin and all I said was, “I think you’re fantastic.”

For years, I have rehearsed what I would possibly say to this man who sang the anthems of my not-so-angsty teenage years. From the obviously joking, “Have my babies” to “I love you” to “I love your band so much I wore out the CD of your first full length,” I’ve truly worked and reworked what I would say to him given the unlikely opportunity. 

I learned of his original band, Something Corporate, through a good friend, Andrew L. We were hanging out, listening to music when my ears were blessed with their sounds. Their major full length CD, “Leaving Through The Window” - their third CD release of their alternative, indie, piano rock style- was the precursor to the albums I would later spin from the softer Dashboard Confessional to Brand New to the much more punk Alkaline Trio and eventually actually coming to enjoy the hardcore tunes of Bad Brains and Minor Threat. 

Andrew (the friend) burned me a copy of that album. From that day on, in 2002, I played that album every day, no joke. I listened to it in the morning, after high school during my job shelving books at a local college library, at home doing homework and finally, while falling asleep. I searched for their first two CD releases and fell in love with those songs. Ironically, I learned of their epic, widely-popular song “Konstantine” after discovering the band, which is usually not the case. Most people know them just for that song only. 

Something Corporate’s influence on me found me struggling to string piano chords together, getting frustrated at not being able to play two different sets of notes with each hand. As a senior in high school and co-editor of the school newspaper in 2004, it even had me selling the idea to my peers that we should name the infamous senior edition of the newspaper “Babies of the 80s,” a song from their second CD release “Ready ... Break.” That song embodied us as a whole class and resonated with many, when, at that time, the 80s were a fashion and pop culture trend. It worked. I often look back on that particular copy of that newspaper and laugh, from disbelief, that we actually gave it that name, and printed those song lyrics on the inside page. 

I saw Something Corporate twice between 2002 and 2004, first at  Bentley College and next at the Worcester Palladium. I begged my friend Rob to drive myself and good friend Whitney to that second show, as neither one of us had a license at that time. I bought him a ticket, supplied the gas money and he actually took us! It was there, while I was making my way to the front of the stage, that I ran into a girl named Jess. We exchanged our love for the band, and not our names. During orientation for college, she was in my group! We sat at a lunch table together and were chatting about music when we discovered each other was that girl we saw at the SoCo show. We’ve been great friends ever since. 

Eventually, Something Corporate went on a long-term hiatus. In the meantime, Andrew (the singer) formed Jack’s Mannequin, his side project which blossomed into more. No Something Corporate, but still piano-driven melodies of which I instantly fell in love. During the time of Jack’s second CD release, Andrew was diagnosed with leukemia, and much of his second album, The Glass Passenger, is about his battle, which he successfully won.

Having grown up with SoCo and Jack’s albums of the tried-and-true relationship theme, (I am laughing at the number of lyric quotes I decorated my AIM profile with when either angry or happy with my boyfriend) as an adult, I could relate, again to Andrew’s music in a much more adult way. Mum has constantly battled cancer, so while some people may not grasp the concept of “Bruised” or “Bloodshot,” I can. And I don’t mean to say that in a pretentious, “Oh I like, get the meaning, like, I understaaand,” kind of way. Just that, well, I do understand. While I haven’t had cancer myself, I’ve experienced what it can do to a person, what those songs describe. And my Mum fully embodies the song “Swim,” with her positivity. 

I saw Jack’s perform at Toad’s Place in CT back in 2008 and in 2010, Something Corporate reunited for a tour. Of course, I went with Jess. 

Fast forward to Friday night, August 12. Jess, myself and friend Tanya arrive at the Bank of America Pavilion in Boston. We’ve got great seats, front and center. Although having seats in general was weird. The show was nothing short of amazing. Jess had read that Andrew would be doing not two signings after each set (Jacks and Guster co-headlined) - just one - after Guster’s set. We quizzed every merch guy, PA and staff member about where this would take place and finally learned the location. We waited more than an hour outside the venue and made friends with two lovely ladies, who were long-time non-crazy fans, like us. 

We stood behind a large group of the crazy kind of fans. The weird kind, who scrunched their neon green tank tops down below their chests to expose their black bras. Seriously. 

As a group, the girls and I rehearsed what we would say to Andrew. I imagined the meeting to be similar to the kind for uber big names. The artist sits behind a table and fans have a few minutes to chat. In my mind, I pictured treating it like any interview I’ve ever conducted. Extend my hand for a shake, say, “Hi, I’m Kristin! I’ve been a fan since your “Leaving Through The Window” days and can really relate to your latest “The Glass Passenger.” I’d talk about my Mum. Andrew and I would have established some sort of report about battles with cancer, how strong patients are and how great the SoCo days were. 

That didn’t happen. 

Suddenly, security guards came out of the now-empty venue, save for the massive line which formed behind us as people figured something cool was occuring. A bouncer or tour manager came out and sternly told fans no personal photos were allowed, only one thing could be signed (Andy Gould, I tried to get you an autograph!) and to quickly move through the line, since it had become so long. 

I’m 25 years old. I felt awkward standing in line to meet a music icon in the first place amidst much younger teenagers, but felt foolish once Andrew appeared because the crazy fans in front of us screamed bloody murder. I’m not kidding. I was leaning up against a railing of a ticket booth when he came out, and while my heart pace quickened from excitement and nerves, at no time did I want to scream. I watched his face as it happened and he literally jumped and looked frightened. 

The girls and I were figuring out who would snap a photo of each of us ( I didn’t lug my DSLR because the tickets said no cameras and it’s not the easiest camera to smuggle) and before we were even finished, the crazy group had long gone and there was a large gap between Tanya, myself and Jess ... and Andrew and his security. I had a postcard in my hand entitling me to a free download of the new album (I purchased a t-shirt) and was looking at it in my hand when the security guard pushed me toward Andrew. Honestly, everything is such a blur because I was so nervous and the situation was so oddly organized and security was rude. I looked at Andrew, said “......hhh hi!” and he hugged me, albeit awkwardly. He is SO much taller than I imagined and his chin rested on top of my head. I thrust my postcard into his hands, forgot what I wanted to say and only managed to squeak “...I .. I think you’re fantastic.” 

We had been warned by security man that Andrew lost his voice and to not ask him questions. So he whispered back, “Thank you!” looked me straight in the eyes and smiled. I melted. Pick my heart up off the floor melted. 

I turned to Jess while he was signing my postcard and she snapped a funny photo of me looking like a happy goon while Andrew signs. Tanya got a great one of the two of us  in mid conversation (upload this ASAP, lady!!). I feel like a 13-year-old teeny bopper as I type this story, but I’ve been waiting nearly 10 years to meet this music idol. I thanked him for well, everything. He was so nice and so gracious!

Security rushed me along to the other side of the line (boo) and in doing so, I left Jess with no one to snap her photo. Security man must have felt bad or thought she was a babe (she is!) because he offered to take one! I had meandered back past security to her at that time, because I felt bad for not being able to stay with her and decided I should jump in on a photo of the two of them. Any normal person would have said outloud, “Hey, wait, let me get in this” so we would all look normal. Nope. I legit photo-bombed it. Hahaha! Not on purpose, but just popped in, like I would any other photo with friends. I look ridiculous. I look like one of those crazy girls with a grin stretching from either side of my face and the raised eyebrow face I make when jumping into photos. 

It’s awkward. It’s funny. It’s perfect. The entire evening was perfect.

Jess and I are headed to see Jack’s play again, in October, at the Bushnell in CT with their music set to an ORCHESTRA! Woa! Hopefully there we can meet Andrew again and I can mumble something more meaningful, more coherent, to the man whose music  has been the soundtrack to the past 10 years of my life, and hopefully many more to come. 

Thrifted

While en route to Home Depot to pick up old fashioned stain for this project with my Dad, we stopped at the nearest Goodwill. This particular place is usually hit-or-miss in terms of finding interesting items in good condition. So while I was a little bit skeptical, I couldn't pass up a thrifting opportunity with my Dad.

He found some things to put in his antique shop and I found these! A completely intact "The Worst Case Scenario Survival Game," and two Johnny Cash records! Such great finds. The records are in surprisingly good condition. I almost would have missed "Folsom Prison Blues" had I not randomly stuck my hand in the middle of the last row of records. Johhny Cash records are hard to find at an inexpensive price, because who doesn't love this guy? Each record was $1 (!!!!! - these go for $20+ at the flea market) and the game was $2.

Win!

Tons of tunes

It's  been a long time since I've purchased new music. There comes a point where you're like, "I need new sounds in my ears right meow or else!" Or else what, I don't quite know, but I don't ever want to find out!

At one point in the past few months, I made a list of albums I wanted to purchase. I would add to it every now and then, in the anticipation of visiting a record store in the near future. Since then, I've lost the list, and yesterday had to recall what I really wanted from memory.

Yesterday, Sean and I spent the late afternoon meandering around downtown Northampton. He took us out to dinner at Bueno Y Sano (YUM) and among our travels, we went to Newbury Comics. I have a few friends involved in the music industry and from conversations with them, I've learned the potentially obvious bit of information that bands really only profit from in-person sales - not from online venues such as iTunes. To the point where it actually should be criminal. So, as a sympathizing artist, to the record store I made sure to go.

The appeal and draw of iTunes and similar sites is clearly the price. I died a little inside when I price checked what I purchased in-store with what the albums retailed on iTunes. My wallet is mad at me, but my ears are not.

I purchased, from left to right up top, The Decemberists' "The King is Dead," Death Cab For Cutie's "Codes and Keys" and Eddie Vedder's "Ukulele Songs."  For these three, I shelled out $45.

Also in my hands were Balance and Composure's "Separation" and Brett Dennen's "Hope for the Hopeless" and "Lover Boy." I left out the B boys. These I did not purchase, because I really didn't feel like dropping 80 some odd dollars on tunes.

That said, they will become a part of my playlist ... eventually. But really - what an eclectically odd taste in music I've got. Eddie Vedder, Balance and Composure and Decemberists? Hahaha!