It's been a little while since my last post and much has happened, so I'm going to have to rock this post list-style. Nah, check that: I'm taking this jam bullet-list-style. Deal with it.
- Rufus Wainwright hit on me. Swear to God. After telling him that the quality of his music and talent of his band was depressing me, he simply replied with, "Oh sweetie, I can make you happy." While he and I don't play on the same team, I can't help but think that getting hit on by a guy NME calls "one of, if not the best, songwriters of his generation" is a victory for Ol' Rusty. Rufus wins, too, because everyone knows that getting turned down by a member of OK Go is an honor in itself.
- Not only did my parents and sister come to the Northampton show, they also brought grandmother, who enjoyed her first OK Go experience. (I considered using de-virginizing just now, but "de-virginizing" and "grandmother" in the same sentence made me barf seven times.) My grandmother loved both our and Rufus' set, but she gave me a funny look when Rufus said from stage that OK Go had "cute butts." I know how you feel, Grandma.
- Thanks to the Toronto message board crew who brought eleventeen tons of pumpkin-related products. Our evening of intense pumpkin snackery culminated in the carving of Tim into a jack-o-lantern.
- Speaking of Toronto, we're playing an XBOX 360 launch party in Toronto on November 21. If you want to come you have to sign-up to win tickets. Click here, to sign up.
- In recent days, I've taken to tossing the tambourine over my head to our guitar tech during "Don't Ask Me." It just feels like the right thing to do. The one kink in that plan: ceiling beams. When I tried throwing it to him in St. Louis, the damn thing bounced off a ceiling beam and flew back into the crowd, nailing a girl in the front row. It's amazing how "cool" goes to "pathetic" in a heartbeat. To that unfortunate fan, I have two things to say: A belated "heads up!" and I'm really, really sorry.