It occurs to me that this entry is going to sound remarkably like the one I made five years ago, when I went to see 30STM on Halloween in Philly. Train rides, meeting people from the internet, a loud, crazy, intense show, a dark-haired boy on stage wearing a white tux covered in blood, getting lost at the end of the night and trying to find my way home, and then running into said dark-haired, white-tux, bloody boy before leaving. How strange is that?
But this was HitRECord's Halloween show, and was more audience participation (to a point) than rock show. Although there was music. :)
So let's start from the beginning, shall we?( The Beginning. )
Earlier in the week I'd made plans to meet up with my brother for lunch. I hadn't seen him in two years, more than that maybe – not since Dad died. (And I can't even begin to tell you how strange it is that when I write that, I'm still like, "Wait, what?" Tangentially, I can only just imagine how Joe must feel when he refers to his brother, who was only 36. It never gets easier, I think.)
ANYway. So I was texting SB and Brother on the train, trying to work out where what when and how, and autocorrecting like a fiend. "Hey sis we're going to meet my neo and then go to blacker." "OK neighborhood fit." "I can't want." "GAGA!" Somehow it all worked out, and I met up with Brother at 2 PM at Penn. ( Walking around the city with my family. )
Around this time, I'd had my stupid wings on for about an hour, and I was already done with them. The left one kept sagging and trailing behind. Cutting them apart at the bottom was a huge mistake. My shoulders and back were already aching from trying to hold that one stupid wing in place. And I hate standing on line and doing nothing. Well, almost nothing. A homeless guy asked me for $ and I gave him some, then he sang to me for a few minutes. ( Before the show. )
With that thankfully out of the way, I decided to get SB and I some of the free masks they were giving away. This was Joe's idea, BTW: to have everyone in these masks go running out of the venue and then down Bleecker street after the show. So off I went to got the masks, when I heard the beginning of my Dad's Halloween song, Night Of The Goblins. It's unmistakable, because it starts with a creaking door, followed by a heavy bassline. I stopped what I was doing, started recording, and ran back into the main room.
That's SelDeLaTerre going "OMG is that your Dad?" ^_^
I kinda had a feeling they were going to play it, because it was doing really well on HR, and people were using it for all sorts of remixes and such. Also, Dr. Gory had put it into his "Halloween" folder, so I sort of had a clue? But I still semi halfway didn't expect it. My Dad would have loved this, for his song to be played in front of hundreds of people on Halloween night. :)
Shortly after that, the show started. For anyone who doesn't know how HitRECord works, all the music, animation, sketches, voiceovers, art and everything is done by people in the community. So the opening sequence was put together by a group of people from the site. Very very cool.( Josephine is here for your pleasure. )
Joe actually did the first 1/3 of the show in the latex/crinoline/tights/wig getup, at a few points going into the audience to chat with people about their costumes. I found that really nice and very trusting. Recently, at the last HR show, someone actually interrupted a sketch he was doing with Neil Patrick Harris, because she wanted to be a part of the show. I felt really bad about that, like the trust between the company and the audience was broken, and I had really been hoping that it wouldn't affect future performances. Clearly, it didn't. Joe went around with his camera, interviewing people. He got people up on stage to dance along to Nebullulaby.
While Joe changed his costume, we watched a short film about Halloween. I was in it twice. :) I can't wait to see the full version of it, because I want to share it around. ^_^ Another high-five. ( insane existential clown maniacal pedagogue beast, fairy tales, and not-so-subtle feminism )
Again, my feminist soul was punching the air. :) It's so nice when people get it. So quietly, and with such a sense of fun, he totally shut down victim-blaming and the whole "serves her right for not doing what we told her to do" moral-thing. I think Joe's Mamma taught him right.
A few more short films from the site, and Joe came out in his final costume, which was basically the same exact costume I saw Jared Leto in five years ago on Halloween. I had total deja-vu and for a second I was like, "Did I get here in the TARDIS or something?" ( ...for no mere mortal can resist... )
Once outside, the bouncers started telling us to clear the street. Hi, there's like 600 people here and it's Halloween – that's probably not going to happen. ( Meanwhile, Sean Lennon goes walking by... )
A few minutes after that, Joe came out of the venue. He was just like, "Okay, follow me!" And everyone just started marching down Bleecker Street, a few hundred people in variations of the same mask. ( Impractical maybe, but cool. )
I'm not even cutting the rest of this, sorry.
So, we chilled out on the street for a while, walking around and looking at costumes. I passed some guy dressed as the Eleventh Doctor and I yelled out, "Doctahh
!" He smiled and zapped his Sonic Screwdriver at me.
Then SB's friends came to pick him up. We met them in CVS and I warned them to drive safely because crazy people were out. That's my SB you've got with you, so please don't drop him etc.
Then I was alone and walking around the city. I tried to see some of the parade, but it was too crowded. I thought, "I should go back to Bleecker Street. I'm probably missing something."
So I did. It was around 10PM and most of the HitRECorders had already dispersed. I was bored and I started to realize that the show was actually over and I should probably get back to Penn Station because I had to work the next day, and an earlier train would be better after all. Except I didn't know my way back to Penn, and there were no other HR people on the street, and suddenly I felt a bit lonesome.
Until I saw three people walk by hurriedly wearing the HR masks. I was like "Oh thank goodness, more people from HitRECord!" and I reached to touch the arm of the guy closest to me, to get his attention and see if they were maybe heading back to Penn Station too. But before I could, some girl kind of grabbed the guy in the middle, squealing and giggling and asking for a picture and the guy was kind of like, "Oh, okay sure," but it was clear that he was in a huge hurry to get where they were all going. The girls got their picture and ran away being all like "OMG OMG OMG JGL!" And then I was like, "Oh, huh, well that's Joe, then." He had his guitar on his back and was headed uptown. (Oh, his guitar, by the way? An awesome, bat-looking thing.)
So basically I was just like, "Excuse me, don't mean to bother you or anything, but I wanted to say thanks and give you this."
This is when it got really neat, because Joe turned around like he expected another fangirl or something, but then he was like, "Oh, JulesKD! It's nice to see you!"
I was like, "...Wut."
Then the guy next to him goes, "Oh, JulesKD! Hi, I'm Jared, it's really nice to meet you!" (Jared is Jared Geller, the co-producer of HitRECord.)
They introduced me to the third guy, who was with the band but damned if I remember his name (and he was so nice, too!) all the while I was standing there going, "Umm, wow, okay."
Then Joe went, "You're also called Shan something, or Shon something" and I was like, "Huh?" I had no idea what he was talking about, I thought he was getting me mixed up with someone else. He was like, "No, I mean on Twitter, you have that other name."
WTF, HOW DOES HE KEEP TRACK?! "Oh yeah, Shonagon_chan, of course!"
Then Jared went, "Yeah, we had you in the LA show, you were talking about chocolate," and again, I said, "I was??"
Joe said, "Yeah, in the Re: Love collab, you said that love was like chocolate and we used that bit in our show."
By then I was just totally flaily-handed and blushing and feeling both flattered and stupid and I just shoved my handful of fake flowers and crow feathers at Joe and was like, "Here, these are for you, those are real crow feathers in there and they are super good-luck" and everyone was like "OMG yeah, your crow!"
He asked if I had enjoyed the show and I was just like, "Yeah, totally, awesome, awesome, just awesome, so much fun, fantastic, it was really great and awesome, words, words, words." Because in person, JGL is very bright and shiny and sparkly and looks nothing like he does on screen – although maybe that's because he was covered in blood? He's also about an inch smaller than I am and a real knockout, the kind of guy who looks better in person.
Joe said, "Well you look amazing tonight, I love your costume and I really hope that someone recorded you, because I'd love to see that on the site."
I said that unfortunately, to my knowledge, no one had. And that's when I probably should have said, "So why don't you record me?" but I also sensed that he was still in a hurry and I really didn't want to bug any of them any more than I had to.
He said, "You should try to go around and record as much as you can. The entire city is a performance tonight, right?"
"That's right," I said, "I got some stuff at the park earlier, but the parade is mostly over."
"Get some costumes on tape," he said, "and see if you can get anyone to tape you, too."
I kind of sensed that they all needed to get going, so I said, "Well thank you guys so much, I'll let you get going, but thanks for the show and you know, everything."
"Well, thank you for coming," Joe said, "and thanks for the bouquet, too. Get home safe" etc. Then, everyone shook hands with me again and they were on their way.
I really wish SB had hung with me a bit longer, because this is the kind of thing that invariably happens to me. I don't know how it works, but I seem to have a sense for where shiny and sparkly people I want to meet are going to be, and I have a tendency to nearly walk directly into them. That's a good thing.
I got lost on the way back to Penn Station. I didn't even know where to begin, so I started asking random people for directions and every single goddamn effing person told me something different. I was going to spring for a cab, but then this group of people came up to me
and went, "We're lost. Can you tell us how to get to Penn Station?"
I said, "Let's be lost together."
We ended up on the subway—the wrong one, actually. It took us about 8 blocks from Penn, and we decided to just walk the rest of the way, asking directions at every intersection.
Halfway there they decided to all get high, and they became very giggly and noisy. Then we passed this guy lying on the sidewalk in a pool of spaghetti vomit. A girl leaned over him, trying to get him to stand up. I stopped and asked if they needed help and she said, "No, he always does this." CHEERY! But I do mean he was in a POOL OF VOMIT, there was so much of it.
Well, we got to Penn Station at 10:40 and I said good night and safe travels to my stoned, erstwhile companions. I just managed to catch the 10:44 train, and I was settled into a seat and on my way home.
In Hicksville, most people got off the train and I switched seats to face forward. I was still wearing my mask and this girl sat across from me and said, "HitRECord?" Turns out she was at the show too. I think there are 3 people from Long Island on HR, and we were all there that night. The rest of the way home we talked about art. There was a really attractive guy in the seat across from us, and I kept looking at him and he, strangely, kept looking at me. When we got to Ronkonkoma I said good night to my fellow LI HR-er, and the attractive guy said good night to me, with a smile. It was really nice.
I was home by 1:45 AM, in bed by 2:30, and unable to sleep until around 4.
At work the next day I was exactly what I'd warned the receptionist I'd be: too exhausted to function, makeup not entirely removed, and way too pleased with myself. But, well, I still did my job and then went home.
Then I sat down to record a recap, which I'll be posting just as soon as HitRECord us back up. (It's down for maintenance today.)
All told, this was a really special Halloween. And not just because I saw (and talked to) OMG JOSEPH GORDON-LEVITT or whatever, but because I got to hang out with my brother and cousin, I met some fantastic people, took part in a show that I was really proud to be in (the feminist stuff, OMG, so much win.) And because I got to talk to Joe and Jared and their really sweet friend whose name I CANNOT GODDAMN REMEMBER, even though everyone remembered mine. :/
I know every Halloween can't be like this one, but it's enough that I get a Halloween like this every few years. ^_^ ( Lunch with bro and SB )
I was trying to record, actually, and pressed the wrong button like I always
do, and so here is a pic of Joe's bits and pieces. Sorry, JGL, sorry.
So umm yeah, that was that. :)