Mary Headlines the 9:30 - 02/12/00
My friend Ann says 30... Justin, a 17-year-old fan who has a great red vinyl jacket and flair for Strawberry Shortcake, says 23, MP Bassist Jon E. Cakes says “24 or 25,” my roommate Bethany is putting her money on “at least 25” and a girl outside Fletchers on Nov. 24 insisted, “19 – it said in the paper she was 19.”
From what I hear, it is Mary’s birthday today(happy birthday, Mary), and if she is indeed 24 today, that would make her a month older than me. How appropriate that I'm the biggest fan.
The world needs Mary Prankster now.
Courtney Love sold out and everything on the radio is these silly alterna-boys who sound the same…
I brought two newcomers to the show – my friend Greg T. and his roommate, Curtis, in addition to standbys Bethany and Ann.
“Brand New Baby” and “Sun” rocked – but hearing them makes me ache for a third MP album.
The band hung around for autographs after the show – and gave us red balloons.
It’s so cool how MP gives presents to the fans at every show – I’ve had Christmas cookies, a paper dragon thingie, fortune cookies, chocolates….unfortunately I didn’t win the Cherry Red Telecaster, but at least Justin caught a drumstick.
Before I tell you about how my favorite band headlined a Saturday night gig at the very trendy and famous 9:30 Club, I’d like to take this opportunity – in case Mary Prankster herself is reading this – to ask, HOW OLD ARE YOU, MARY?
I am so broke, I had to beg my mom for $10 and begged Ann for $4 to get Bethany and I in. But it was it worth it! I made it for Splittsville, an entertaining band with a great cow bell song, and I got to mingle with diehard MP fans – most of whom are lusty 16-year-old boys who dream about making Mary their woman - like Cory with his glitter-print sign, blocking everyone’s view. Or the boy with the rose, who desperately yearned for her attention.
MP started off with “Valentine” – I love Phil’s hoots! (Thank you Jon, for the box of chocolates, which I unfortunately ate, and therefore can't auction on eBay). The V-Day weekend occasion gave “Sadie Hawkins Day” special meaning – I remember being 15 and getting a boyfriend just for Valentine’s Day, only to dump him after I got my token rose…
“Mata Hari” rocked, but I must admit, I have altered the chorus of “The world is full of Bastards” to “I’ve slept with every one” because it seems more appropriate…
No “Punk Rock Heaven.” Where art thou capo?
Now he can impress Jodie Foster, too.