Sunday, November 06, 2005
Harry and the Potters Rock the Library!
I have not mentioned it yet in this blog, but the truth is…I am a Harry Potter junkie. My friends and family know that I have read the books 4 times, that I can pepper almost any conversation with useless Harry Potter movie quotes, and that I have my very own wand. More on the wand in future posts, I am sure.
Anyway, I’ve been a fan of Harry and the Potters for about a year, after hearing about them on Mugglenet (yes, Mugglenet is my homepage. Shut up, y’all!). I very quickly purchased their two CD’s and a T-shirt. They sent me a very nice note, telling me that one of their favorite bands is from Oklahoma. And no, it’s not Color Me Badd, thank you very much. It’s the Flaming Lips!
So a couple weeks ago, Rosemary alerted me to the fact that the boys would be in town and we made plans to go. Then last week, it became obvious that the show was being marketed for “Teens Only”. Excuse me? What about us dorky HP-obsessed adults? There are a few of us, you know. Well, Rosemary, being as cool as she is, emailed H and the P’s to let them know that we weren’t going to be allowed in to the show. They were as upset as we were, since they play shows for all ages, and alerted the Moore Library that we should be allowed in. Sure enough, when our entourage (Rosemary, Mary, Rick, Amanda, Justin, and me) arrived Friday evening, our tickets were waiting at the door! Thanks for all your work, Rosemary!
Many, many teens were present. I generally am not a fan of teenagers, but who could resist these cuties, wearing Professor Trelawney costumes and singing along with all the songs? I mean, they knew the words to the songs as well as I do. And dude, you have to be a dork to know all the words to Harry and the Potters songs. At one point, I leaned over and said to Amanda in what I thought was a whisper, “I’m glad to see that there are so many dorky teenagers.” She then let me know that I was not whispering. That I was, in fact, quite loud. Oops.
The band was really….homemade. Not very professional or studio-fied, if you know what I mean. Like Rosemary said, it was kind of like watching a friends’ band play when you were in high school. Drums were knocked over, equipment was faulty, the band members enjoyed jumping off the (short) stage and running around in the audience. It was quite silly, but a lot of fun.
After the show, we high-tailed it to Johnny’s for burgers before I had to go to work, where there was much discussion of the show and of what kind of yarn rat-hair would make! I hope Justin and Amanda don’t mind too much the fact that they drove for two and a half hours to see a high-school style concert in the midst of a bunch of silly teenagers…and a really silly twenty-something friend singing along to “Cornelius Fudge is an Ass” at the top of her lungs.
Please see Rosemary’s site for some pictures. None of the TWENTY pictures taken by our crap camera are even distinguishable.
Santa, won’t you bring me a new camera for Christmas?