6:30 came and all I had to show were texts from my ticket holder saying she was stuck in traffic. 6:48 came and my phone rang, it was my mom ....btw this is the point where you should hear the Jaws theme playing... I told her I was waiting outside, she told me we had a flat tire and I needed to come home. And KABLAMMMOOO my Dirty Projectors concert experience was over before it had ever really started. :(
To be honest I didn't know what to do at that point so I just sat. The uptight music loving asshole with his nephews sitting next to me hasn't helped. Him and his 7 year old posse just kept going on about all the bands they'd met, and about the Yoko Ono concert they were also going to, while I sat dressed for a concert I no longer could attend. But then, as if the gods knew I needed something to cheer me up, while I talked to the T Mobile salesman David Longstreth walked up, took pictures with the music ass and his nephews and left before I even grasped that it was him. (Look he wasn't leading an alpaca so I didn't recognize him... sue me) So I picked up and ran down the street after him. Caught up and got this picture. Was it a happy ending? No... Did I go home empty handed? Not completely... What did I learn? Not much... but got a picture with Dave Longstreth of The Dirty Projectors, goodnite California.
In Case you were wndering, here's a better picture of the outfit I was wearing, all from Richochet in Joshua Tree btw with Doc's