Remember I had said about how Paul McCartney brought that girl onstage and signed her arm, and how I thought it was pretty cool and all, what with him being PAUL MCCARTNEY?

Well, it showed up on Perez Hilton, video and all! Watch and be as jealous as I was.

Your Thursday morning moment of zen?

The worst thing about a day off is that it makes you that much more reluctant to go into work the next day. This is balls.

In other, better news, I have apple juice and it's pay day.

I love Andy's parties. What crazy parties. How is that guy anyway?

Want some instant music-scene cred? Listen to more Plaskett. This week on "Virginia Spreads the Plaskett Love", some old stuff off Ashtray Rock.



Extraordinary- The Joel Plaskett Emergency "if you wanna be out of the ordinary, you don't need technology!"
Fashionable People- The Joel Plaskett Emergency "Fasionable people, doing questionable things..."
There's a Reason Why I Love This Town- Joel Plaskett "There'll be drinks on the house if your house burns down, there's a reason why I love this town."

Wednesday, day off! Nnnggg, days off are amazing. Remember back there a little while when I worked for half a year with no days off? Not even a fucking Saturday or Sunday, but a full half a year without a single day off, and 10-12 hours a day? YES I REMEMBER THAT. And it was LAME. Whenever it comes to a weekend and I don't have to get up to an alarm, I still get a sense of wonder. AND NOW, here I am A WEDNESDAY and I have the day off. This is amazing.

I really want to do up the beach, it's beautiful out, but I'm waiting for my mother to call me, because I kinda wanna hang with her and she said we could possibly do something. But if she's a no-go, I'm totally hitting the actualfax beach.

I'm so psyched to see Half-Blood Prince, especially with all these review/reaction posts flooding in. Maybe my mother and I could do that.

DAY OFF. Shower time.

Things of little or no importance. Or, things of all the importance in the world: (it really depends on the reader)

- Harry Potter tonight. Or, erm, tomorrow morning? I don't think I'm gonna go to midnight, but maybe tomorrow. Definitely soon. I'm keeping a positive outlook for this movie, but I'm kinda antsy. It's my favorite book!

- Ryan Ross. Pete Wentz. Spencer Smith. I don't even know what to do with you. Paul McCartney is my zen place, Paul McCartney is my zen place...

- My promoter just emailed me and says he needs some quotes or any sort of cool trivia for a new press release. This cracks me up. I think it should say "Virginia regularly blogs about literary gay porn" or maybe "Virginia's heart was recently broken because Ryan Ross decided he was Too Cool For School". Thoughts?

This may seem like just another random type of ice cream.

But it is actually the TRUFAX best ice cream I have ever eaten from a carton.

Well, let me just tell you that when you see a Beatle live? Any stress or worries you may have had lately about certain newer emo musicians and band lineups and drugs and drama melts away into absolutely nothing.

We had barrier, we worked hard for it, and it paid off. Hello, I'm twenty feet away from Paul McCartney.

The best way I can describe seeing Paul McCartney live is to list some of his setlist. Here are the ones I can remember.

Drive My Car
Jet
The Long and Winding Road
Back in the USSR
Blackbird
Here Today
Got To Get You Into My Life
I've Got A (MOTHERFUCKING) Feeling
Something
Paperback Writer
A Day In the Life feat. Give Peace a Chance
Let It Be
Live and Let Die
Hey Jude
Yesterday
All My Lovin'
Band on the Run
Eleanor Rigby
Helter Skelter
Get Back
Mull of Kintyr
Day Tripper
Lady Madonna
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band/The End

He played for three whole hours, never left the stage, never tired. I forget some songs, some of the ones I didn't know too well because they were solo things, etc. Also, he did NOT play Maybe I'm Amazed. Is that normal? I don't know. I really wasn't that disappointed. (Read: I wasn't disappointed AT ALL.)

Some notables: (ASIDE FROM, EVERY SINGLE SONG OMG)

During his acoustic version of Blackbird, for which his band left the stage, I cried. Like, a tear or two. Then he launched into Here Today, and then there were like, streaming tears. He also did this "step back and lift his guitar in the air for a moment of acknowledgment" thing for John. I mean, come on, we all know it's sad, but are we ever really that close? No we're not.

Paperback Writer, WHOA HI OUT OF NOWHERE. ♥

He rocked Helter Skelter so hard. I had no idea he would actually play this.

This is the first time since 1966 that Paul has played Day Tripper live. And I was there.

My brother was absolutely off his rocker when he started playing Lady Madonna. Max honestly looked like the young girls in the Beatlemania tribute video they were playing while we waited.

Imagine 50 000 people all throwing up peace signs and singing along with Give Peace a Chance. Let's not even mention the "na na na na"s off Hey Jude.

So much pyro on Live and Let Die that I thought I was at the Kiss concert. Oops, that's next weekend...

He played Something on the ukelele. Just freakin' saying.

There was also a time when he read aloud someone's sign that said "Sir Paul, Sign My Arm So I Can Get It Tattooed" or something, and the whole crowd started shouting "do it do it"... so he friggen did. I mean, COME ON. You expect that from like, I dunno, Bon Jovi or John Mayer or like, the Dixie Chicks, but PAUL MCCARTNEY. This girl was just young, and she absolutely freaked the fuck out. She jumped him and hugged him and promptly broke down into tears onstage in front of him. Paul McCartney, damn. Legend.

I could talk for hours about this show, but I am feelin' the floaty type of concert high and don't want to sit and type it up.

I'll just wrap it up by saying that I hadn't read any recent Paul setlists and had NO IDEA that he would play so many Beatles tunes, and that surprise kinda hit me hard. I was so emotional, which I hadn't expected. I anticipated the glee, the elation, but I was absolutely sideswiped by how much the show broke down every emotional defense that I have carefully erected. I stood there and cried, though I'm too cool to cry. I lost my shit, even though I'm too cool to lose it in front of so many people. I sang along to "Hey Jude" with thousands of other people, even though I'm too much of a music snob to be that mainstream. Last night? I was that mainstream, I was that dorky, I was that affected, and I did not care then and I still don't care now. It's like I've had a revelation, or a religious experience.

McCartney rocked me, oh boy.

In honour of ME SEEING PAUL FREAKIN' MCCARTNEY TOMORROW (with JOEL PLASKETT, GOOD LORD):

Top 5 songs by The Beatles and/or the respective members as solo artists or in other groups, GO!

A short word about my opinion concerning musicians and drug use.

All opinions about drug use in my so called "real world" aside, I just want to put it out there that I had to rearrange most of my opinions about my idols, and other musicians that I generally liked, back when I was eleven and fell head over heels for Keith Richards. I mean, with all the videos floating around of Pete Townshend bouncing off the walls and Jim Morrison being all fucked-up sex god, my head (and the popular media, I suppose) created a standard and an alternate universe in which drug use is expected. All "okay" and "not okay" aside, it's expected.

And though the lines might appear to blur sometimes, what with bandom and twitter and what have you, Ryan Ross does not exist in my "real world". He lives in the same headspace as Pete Townshend (and he should be fuckin' honoured) and like, I dunno, Timothy Leary (and the young version of my mother, whom I've never met).

Let's blame Alex Greenwald. "Hey, hey Ryan. You know what's fun? Not being in a band! You should try it sometime."

DEAR PANIC BOYS (YES THIS STILL MEANS YOU JONATHAN JACOB WALKER AND GEORGE RYAN ROSS):

ILL NEWS IS AN ILL GUEST.

I'm reading back over old entries in here, and in 2006 I posted a Supernatural fanmix that had both Born Under a Bad Sign and Renegade on it. The episodes "Born Under a Bad Sign" and "Nightshifter" both aired for the first time in 2007. I win at Kripke's musical brain! \m/

I think now is the time we're supposed to be accepting the decisions of the Panic kids and moving on, but it's not happening for me the way it should. I mean, I know they had to, and it was best, and I know that they made good choices and I'm excited for any new music they'll be putting out, in whatever form it comes from. But knowing all this doesn't make me feel any better. I'm still just... sad.

There have been a few reads that I've really enjoyed, though, and that have been a satisfying read through all of this nothing much.

foxxcub's post, here.

rossetti's post, here.

I can honestly say that I have no desire to post about anything else right now. I say this not in depression, because I'm not anywhere near depressed. I'm just at an honest loss.

Here's the thing; bandom is my happy place. For me, bandom primarily revolves around these guys. I go to this place when the world is fucking me over (also know as: everyday). When I go to my happy place, and it's not there anymore, I am sad. Simple, yes? Yes.

Witness me: wandering around the house lost. Drinking. Having the longest and best bath in the world.

It absolutely kills me to see people talking about sides. Whose taking whose side, Brendon and Spencer vs. Ryan and Jon. The fact that there are sides to even take is the most depressing thing coming out of all this. I hope that what they are claiming is true, and sides there are not.

Just throwing this out there: the newest show rumour around here is that we're getting Springsteen. If this happens, I will fucking freak out. Like, first-time-I-saw-the-Stones, I'm-going-to-see-the-Who level of freak out. Oh god, please let this happen.

I'm hoping to finish my bandom/Harry Potter au by the time Half Blood Prince is in theaters. I'm so psyched for this film, gosh. It's my favorite of the books (for obvious reasons, Slytherin, yo) and I could use a renewal of Harry Potter fandom love.

Hello, back in the province again. Metric were amazing, as were Hey Rosetta!. The Offspring were good, but very loltastic. How can you be serious and h-core while playing Pretty Fly For a White Guy, I ask you? Answer: you can't. But it was still a really fun sing along.

John Mayer trying to play Rock Band for the first time is both hilarious and adorable.

- Just figured out Rock Band. The right hand has to stay down the entire length of the note. Dumb. But I'm rocking now.

- Something's just not the same. Luke sex with a Real Doll. http://twitpic.com/9dfk8

- I clearly went to edit "Luke" to "Like" and hit send. This is rough.

I went to Lush on my way home and spent so much money. I now smell fantastic. I'm pretty psyched to sleep.

Watch Metric:


I didn't really care about them, or well, know much about them aside from the fact that they're Canadian, but they were the best part of yesterday's show, so I'm psyched to know more. Anyone a fan?

After some stellar rocking out last night, I got home at four this morning clearly having decided to skip the shows today and hit the beach. That's when I got the email that the Tragically Hip have cancelled for today's V Fest (DESPAIR) and therefore, the festival is going to be free. From 100$ to free. I can't really let that chance pass me by, even if the Hip are my main squeeze and the other bands I could take or leave. In any case, here I go, hungover with my stamp still in place and ears still ringing.

The lineup looks like this:

THE OFFSPRING
METRIC
DINOSAUR JR
HANDSOME FURS
HEY ROSETTA!
PLANTS AND ANIMALS
ARKELLS
IN FLIGHT SAFETY
DOG DAY

ETA: Oh hello there, thunder. I love it, but I hope it doesn't get any worse. Also, I have too many hoodies. I have this thing where I buy a lot of hoodies and then only wear the newest one. Well, I just got three new hoodies, and I can't decide.

Sometimes it's even hard for even me to believe that I am a 24 year old with a degree and a decent job.

I'm going to a local punk show tonight, and all I can think of is: I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR. Long gone are all my black jeans and shirts with safety pins in 'em. Replacing them are "Northern Downpour" tees and Clan hoodies. I've got my "Kiss My Sass" Cobra one I should be able to get away with, but gold foil? I WILL ROCK IT. I'm thinkin' crimped hair. Oh baby, and obviously Chucks are the standard everywhere... EEK.

I went geek-chic and then I went bandom, and no longer have anything appropriate to wear to a Malenkos show.

I think the key here might be not to care. I'm just gonna try my best to pretend to go with that.

Also, maybe if I could stop listening to Elvis Costello for a second, I could put on something useful and find something to wear.