The stage, to Mute Math, was not a slightly elevated platform on which they could present their wares, but an added member of the performance. Not an entity to be traversed, but one to be included. While their instruments seemed to be randomly tossed about the stage, that sense of confusion was embraced by the band creating a show that danced around the edge of insanity.
The singer would do handstands on his keyboard. The basses would abandon his bass to join the drummer—helping to beat out almost tribal rhythms. Eventually, the drummer dismantled his kit all together, grabbing the bass drum and bringing it with him as he climbed atop the keyboard for a bass drum solo.
It was all over by 10:30. Encore included. Too early by everyone’s standards.
Michelle, inspired by their greatest, required a souvenir. She asked the sound-guy for the set list. Candace and I also needed a little something to take home with us, so e headed for the merch booth.
Long line-ups. Sure sign of a good show. We waited--heck, it was only 10:30! Behind us the venue slowly cleared out. By the time we got the goods the place was nearly empty, and, much to our delight, the guitarist and bassist had come out to greet the hardcores. Michelle asked for their autographs.
So we had merch, the set list, and autographs. Bully for us. After all that, it was pretty much time to peace out. On our way, we stopped to high five the announcer DJ from Sonic, when he says: "Did you talk to the drummer? He's around the corner."
We turn our cute little asses (which will be vital in mere minutes) around with intentions of chatting up the drummer... until we get around the corner, that is.
At this point the real Kathleen shows back up and is all "What the hell am I doing trying to talk to the drummer from Mute Math? Run away!" But no. This was the perfect opportunity to get a well deserved autograph for one little miss Allyson (a youth I work with at my job.) Not only is he a drummer (Allyson is a drummer too,) he is a amazing, experimental and creative one. Candace and Michelle are all 'this ones yours Kathleen. Step up for Allyson.'
The couple he was chatting with says their goodbyes and moves off. He turns to another set of fans patiently waiting for their turn to tell him how fabulous he is. I move in to the vacant spot left by the couple and wait - Tim Hortons line-up style. But the waiting is leaving me thinking time, and nervousness time and freak out time. My face must have shown it because Candace and Michelle start whispering words of confidence, like 'you're a drummer too remember!'
Then, in what Candace later reveals to be the best way she could think of to support me, she takes of picture of my butt. But Candace had accidentally put her camera on timer. So I'm in front of this amazing talent, 'bum posing,' with a little blinking light flashing in the direction of my ass.
Between, the 'whispering,' the blinking light, and my stupid posture, the drummer (Darren from now on) is totally distracted. He turns:
"Sorry. Is she taking a picture of your butt?" he asks.
"Yes." I mumble.
"Why?"
"She does that sometimes." I confess ever so sheepishly.
"Can I get in the picture?"
"Yes!" That, of course, came from Candace.
So now I 'bum posing' with the Darren from Mute Math. Of course, Candace forgets to take off the timer, so their is me, Darren, and the blinking camera.
"This might take awhile" I say
.
"I don't mind."
After 10 seconds of my bum being right next to Darren's bum, we get the shot.
"That will end up on facebook you realize?"
"I know." He smiles.
I warned him it would make its way to the internet. And so I present to you the evidence: The first time I went from simply attending a concert to groupie--okay. So not groupie as in Anita Pallenburg. But my ass did spend time next to his, and I have the picture to prove it.
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