This was brought to my attention today on Craigslist:
"did we make an arch at the dan deacon show? (liza?) - m4w - 20
Reply to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Date: 2008-01-18, 2:17AM PST
i think your name is liza.
i know i made an arch with you near the back of the dan deacon show at great american tonight. for the first half of the song i was watching the people under the arch, being drunk, dancing, being drunk, closing my eyes, picturing the thing where the owl gives me the note that says i look fucking awesome tonight, and being really drunk. then i opened my eyes and looked at who was across from me. and whoa! if the deacon show was like being on drugs, you were like superdrugs. you were that pretty. i remember the thought i had was, "this girl would totally be pretty even if i was sober." then i felt kinda bad about the thought i had just thought, except then i realized it was a compliment, and besides, everyone thinks like that. so okay.
to place you:
you were wearing a shirt, with colors on it.
the colors were, i think, in the shapes of rectangles.
that's about as specific as i can get.
(see: aforementioned drunkenness.)
then the song ended and i sort of ambled off, then came back and tapped you on the shoulder, and we introduced ourselves, and you said something like "thanks for being my arch buddy," and i was like "yeah, rad," but what i was really meant to say was "YOU WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS MY ETHEREAL HYPOTHETICAL DAN DEACON LOVER," except maybe not with the intensity of capital letters, but certainly the passion. (you know how people rehearse lines they should have said to someone, after the fact? this was my line. impractical, i know. i haven't perfected it yet.)
then some things happened, deacon played wham city after i yelled "wham city!" (no correlation), then i took a cab to church and market, and then i called my friend ivy, who was also at the show, and i told her:
"i held hands with the love of my life in the dan deacon arch."
and ivy, who has known me for a long while and is tolerant of these sorts of things, said: "phil, you're such a hopeless romantic."
and i said, "yes."
then i took the n judah home, and bought an arizona iced tea, and the fuckers at 7-11 charged me 1.04 for the 99 cent cans (CRV). seriously. but even breaking a second dollar and getting a pocketful of change couldn't squash my irreversible feeling of goodness inside.
now i am home and slightly less drunk, and still very happy, like i have turned up on the positive side of a miranda july story, or i won god's lottery (or the lottery of an equivalent entity) where instead of the good days that he occasionally decides to give people, because i came up with the winning ticket he's decided to give me a whole entire good month. wow! i feel blessed. a whole month.
anyway, there is no sleep in sight, you've got me off and writing things, which is what i do, and beatmaking, which is also what i do, and being weird, which is what i especially do, and once i finish this song i'll name it "deacon's arch" and you'll know that it was inspired by you and no one else.
deep down in your heart. now hurry up and find this so we can be weirdos together.
* Location: great american music hall
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