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Wednesday, March 22, 2006

thank you, cigarette guy.

Last night, I was blessed to be in the presence of excellence. From the balcony, my view of Wilco was almost perfect. It would have been completely perfect if it wasn’t for this guy who may just be the biggest Wilco fan ever. I’d like to call him cigarette guy.

As soon as Wilco took the stage, he ran into my view. It was my first introduction to mr. cigarette guy and to his fisherman’s sweater and jeans and beer. I thought our meeting would be short-lived. I was wrong.

He stood just to my right and in front of me throughout the entire concert, and I can’t even do justice to his antics, but I will try. First of all, he had this hand pumping thing going on. He would raise his hand and point (at nothing) and then pump his hand horribly off beat and then point at nothing again and then do this swirly motion with his hand and then scream “get up Kansas City” and then laugh and then he’d take a swig from his beer. He repeated this every two minutes or so. Sometimes, when it was a song that he really, really liked, he’d take a cigarette out of his pack and hold it up high — kind of like he was offering it to the Wilco gods. Then he would do the hand pumping, pointing, swirly thing using the cigarette as his pointer. At a particularly passionate moment, he would throw his unlit cigarette into the audience and then say “mmmm, cigarettes taste so good.” Seriously.

Best of all, maybe, was when he would hold his hand in the air and do this countdown with his fingers. He always started at "five" and by the time he got to "zero" nothing particularly special happened. He also would talk (yell, really) to anyone who was next to him. He spent a good ten minutes yelling at the security person about how Kansas City needed to “get up” for Wilco. I spent a good ten minutes laughing. I wish I had been able to watch Wilco, which may have been one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to, uninterrupted. That’s why I chose the balcony and not the floor. That’s why I got there early and scoped out my seating. That’s why I only drank one beer and made sure I could fully appreciate the majesty that was before me. Cigarette Guy would not have seemed so strange on the floor or in the pit of a Korn concert. But this was Wilco. And he was way excited. And so I’d just like to say from me to you, Mr. Cigarette Guy, thanks for keeping it real. And thanks for moving out of my way whenever I politely tapped you on the shoulder.


  • At 3:36 PM, Blogger Tara said…

    I was laughing SO hard all the way through this and think I have a pretty good mental picture of "cigarette guy". Thanks for adding a little laughter to my day!!

  • At 5:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I wonder how many other dorks out there like me were raising their hands and pointing (at nothing) and then pumping their hands horribly while reading this post. Very visual, funny and entertaining - had to play along. Thanks!

  • At 10:04 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Priceless. You "cigarette guy" justice. Good description.

  • At 10:05 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    You did "cigarette guy" justice. That's what I meant to say.

  • At 8:08 AM, Blogger Pensive Girl said…

    Brad, I prefer your first comment.

    Kansouri, I've missed you. Where have you been?

  • At 11:36 AM, Blogger Happy In Bag said…

    I'm sorry I bugged you so much; Wilco brings out the beast in me.

  • At 11:41 AM, Blogger Pensive Girl said…

    Yeah, unless you're 22ish, it wasn't you. And unless you weren't really at the hurricane, it wasn't you.

  • At 5:13 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Jessi - that was nice. I am always around (I read 5 blogs a day you are one and happy in bag is one, too). I just don't comment much as it really bugs me when some people comment on every post of every local blog. If I had that much to say I should start my own blog. Keep up the good writing, running, etc.


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