My Night With The Crystal Method: I Didn’t Know I Could Move Like That!

It came to my attention last night that there are times in your life when no matter how creaky and banged up you feel a killer beat will come on and you are going to have to dance.  Playing marionette to my beat-up self on June 9th was The Crystal Method, the shadowbox was The Pageant and the result was me collapsing in a sweaty heap on the living room floor at midnight after popping open my recent nasty fighting meds and gulping them down a throat that yelled way too loud. But, like any person who has an unhealthy love of music, I loved every collapsing second of it.

Let me start by saying I never, I mean sadly never, really win anything. Exception being a blue ribbon in a nerdy science fair, or another assorted pocket-protector-like contest. Seriously. So winning free tickets to The Pageant to dance my bottom off to some trippy-electronica (and knowing enough not to call it ‘techno’) isn’t something exactly expected from or for me – evah. However… it totally happened, and I went, and I rocked it even though I have been fighting a dibilitating smidgen of nasty that started Friday. To imagine what a feat this is, dear readers, let me explain: if you were a fly on the wall in my house you probably would have thought I was on my death-bed these past few days (and I am here to tell you I was convinced of the same).  However, this death warmed over nasty wasn’t about to stand between me and the winnings… my pot of gold if you will. Either the beer or The Crystal Method cures all ails, ’cause I danced like I had nothing to do but ditch Freshman Psych the next day.  Here is a short (like über short, 9 second clip) that I took of the show last night when I accidentally had it on video instead of camera mode (I am probably going to get in all kinds of trouble for posting this, but I can’t find the ticket to see if no cameras were allowed, and if I can beat the nasty I can be an online rebel for a minute, right?)…

Nine Seconds of The Crystal Method from Melody Meiners on Vimeo.

It has literally been years since I have shook what my mama gave me at a club – to electronic music – in the midst of glow sticks.  Sure I will get down with my granola-self to some jam-band types, bob my head to some progressive or indie rock, and even bump some of the G-thang grinds here and there, but I had fun getting in touch with that little bead-braceleted raver girl deep-inside for one evening. I might look creepy or out of touch hanging at the clubs every weekend, but my lesson for the evening (gah – there is always a lesson with this girl!)  was to stop pussing out on going to see some of the big names when they roll through the River City… Seriously, I should hang my head in shame at the fact that that it took a free ticket to get me out this time (but holy cow… I won and stuff!) However (finger shaking begins) there is no excuse for missing next time – like when Paul Van Dyke is at Home next Tuesday, June 16th (finger shaking ends). I will definitely be holding a beer instead of glo-sticks next Tuesday… but getting there is half of the “I’m not that old” battle.


5 thoughts on “My Night With The Crystal Method: I Didn’t Know I Could Move Like That!

  1. I only wish I knew they were in town last night. Glad you got out on a school night and enjoyed the show. I think your sentiment describes alot of folks in Saint Louis. May be part of the reason we don’t get the good acts all the time?

  2. Thank goodness we made you leave Boogaloo! For me, a good booty-shakin’ can literally knock the stress right out of me. It may be the severe dehydration due to high alcohol intake and calories burned, but it sure feels damn good.

  3. I love seeing bands in a venue that allows one to move around. The seats at Riverport/Verizon/WhateverItIsThisYear are too dang confining – the lawn is where it’s at!

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