1. Wednesday, April 26, 2006

    bring your own lampshade, somewhere theres a party 

    amoeba records held a sweet party of sorts, last night at 7pm, and the guest of honor was a half hour late. paul westerberg arrived fashionably late, took the stage. and when he did, he tripped and fell right on his pretty face.

    and nothing had changed and all was good in the world.

    amoeba was packed for the free show to launch the new westerberg double album released by Santa Monica indy label Vagrant. so packed that they had a line of people outside the cavernous record store allowing people to enter only if people left.

    westerberg played an hour of material spanning his entire career from the painfully direct “unsatisfied” on 12 string acoustic, to some of his newest tunes on electric. the crowd shouted out requests and westerberg fired back self-effacing retorts.

    “she’s applauding every time i hit the right chord. thank you.”

    afterwards, those who chose to wait over an hour to have their cds signed and take pictures with the former Replacements front man, were treated to a very generous treat. westerberg took his time with each and every fan, taking pictures, and personally autographing whatever they placed in front of him.

    i happened to have my super secret hand-written journal on me since i came to the record store right after work and i said, “would you mind signing my diary so i can put above it, ‘today i met Paul Westerberg’?” and he said, “well, what’s your name?”

    and i said my name and he wrote:

    Today I met Tony.

    Paul Westerberg

    and then i went outside and screamed like a girl.

    theres a dvd of the performance + sexy mother folker + morgan freeman (the white one) writes about tribecca + here too