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2000-10-03 || 15:38:30 || calvin johnson pee my pants || calvin johnson part one. i had two converstations with him. 1. me: "are you sick?" (he had been coughing and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. i was standing in the entry way pretending to listen to the boy singing in the living room.) calvin: "am i....?" (he looks straight at me and leans his head a little. i contemplate kissing his ear but that kind of thing gives me seizures.) me: "are you sick?" (i'm a little dizzy.) calvin: "not as sick as that guy." (referring to the boy singing.) 2. calvin: "let's open this window." (leans over me and tries to slide the window open. i see a sliver of his side peek out from between the top of his jeans and the bottom of his striped shirt.) me: "wait let me help you...do you pull it?" (i lean over and try to slide the window open. we are in somewhat of a compromising position. compromising enough. future children flash before me. or maybe just a really good hot bathroom scene. sorry, mom. i pull open the window.) calvin: "ventilation, you know." (no one's around to witness this.) landsakes alive. michael and sam decided calvin's like a cat. he kept walking around and crouching and standing up while the other bands played. my favorite part of the night was when i was sitting in the kitchen and he was standing about six feet away in the dining room and between everyone's legs i could see his foot. i kept drawing pretend dotted lines from his foot to mine. and then for a microphones song he was asked to sing along on the chorus and he did from back in the dining room and i died. i fell onto the linoleum. he sang a lot of new songs, one halo benders song (i wanted to cry but was standing too close to him and didn't want to be silly.), and no beat happening songs.. but maybe that was a good thing because i think i would have lost my business. i had a really hard time with the direct eye contact while he was singing (that kind of thing gives me seizures too), but it was wonderful. no microphone, just him in the corner with his guitar staring at everyone in that calvin way. and he talked a lot. i've never seen him talk before, just utter "cherry cola" (but think what that could do to a girl coming from calvin). dreamy. on the way home sam and michael and i were trying to figure out why calvin is so god-like. and then sam had to pee real bad so i pulled over to the shoulder of the freeway. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |