THIS JUST IN - Sean Nelson stalking us!
Okay, probably not, but there has been a peculiar number of run-ins between H Is for Hellgate and Sean Nelson lately. Maybe Mercury is retrograding or some shit or perhaps we all starting to feel the effects of the small city that is Seattle. Either way, I will now elaborate.
Anyone who's read this blog more than once (including Sean Neslon - Hi, Sean.) probably knows about this and, later, this. The former was an encounter not so high on the "strange coincidence" meter due to both parties, Mr. Nelson and Hellgate et al., choosing San Francisco's premier center for musician accommodations. It's not like we ran into each other at a Motel 6 in Oakland or something.
A couple weekends ago, Marie played at the Rock Lottery...M.C.'ed (Why has "emcee" become a word when M.C. clearly stands for Master of Ceremonies? Can't we let acronyms be acronyms?) by Sean Nelson. Odd, considering what's especially odder is that we at H Is for Hellgate can't piece together how Marie was chosen for such a high-profile event in the first place. I mean, we think we're alright, but we're no Harvey Danger, Aquaduct or Maktub.
Before the show, Sean had a chat with Marie. According to Marie, who has a habit of blurring facts when she's nervous or drunk, the chat went like this:
SN: You're in H Is for Hellgate, right?
Marie: Yeah..
SN: I've been reading your blog.
Marie: So. When are you coming to one of our shows?
SN: When is your next show?
Marie: August 16th at Nectar.
SN: Oh, I can't. I have something that night.
There were other awkward interactions that would only be funny if 1) you were drunk and 2)Ben was telling the story. Suffice it to say, I'm sure the esteemed Mr. Nelson thinks H Is for Hellgate does nothing other than talk about him, yell is name when we're drunk, write blogs about him, and conspire to challenge him to 'Fro-off 2007: Sean Nelson vs. Marie Calderon in the battle of the largest curly hair.
(Side note: I'm only continuing to write about this right now because I'm on vacation and have already drank all the fruity drinks/taken in all the sun that my fair Irish/German skin can handle. It's kind of NOT as exciting to write about all the new songs with the f-ed up meter changes or David's new Gibson SG-3 with which all of us would like to engage in sexual relations.)
Anywho. Today, I got a text message from Marie stating that the SN had struck again. This time, it was at her place of work - the three-ring circus that is Whole Foods - Roosevelt.
Coincidence? Fate? Time will tell.
In other news: we're homeless and need a practice space. Can you help?
Anyone who's read this blog more than once (including Sean Neslon - Hi, Sean.) probably knows about this and, later, this. The former was an encounter not so high on the "strange coincidence" meter due to both parties, Mr. Nelson and Hellgate et al., choosing San Francisco's premier center for musician accommodations. It's not like we ran into each other at a Motel 6 in Oakland or something.
A couple weekends ago, Marie played at the Rock Lottery...M.C.'ed (Why has "emcee" become a word when M.C. clearly stands for Master of Ceremonies? Can't we let acronyms be acronyms?) by Sean Nelson. Odd, considering what's especially odder is that we at H Is for Hellgate can't piece together how Marie was chosen for such a high-profile event in the first place. I mean, we think we're alright, but we're no Harvey Danger, Aquaduct or Maktub.
Before the show, Sean had a chat with Marie. According to Marie, who has a habit of blurring facts when she's nervous or drunk, the chat went like this:
SN: You're in H Is for Hellgate, right?
Marie: Yeah..
SN: I've been reading your blog.
Marie: So. When are you coming to one of our shows?
SN: When is your next show?
Marie: August 16th at Nectar.
SN: Oh, I can't. I have something that night.
There were other awkward interactions that would only be funny if 1) you were drunk and 2)Ben was telling the story. Suffice it to say, I'm sure the esteemed Mr. Nelson thinks H Is for Hellgate does nothing other than talk about him, yell is name when we're drunk, write blogs about him, and conspire to challenge him to 'Fro-off 2007: Sean Nelson vs. Marie Calderon in the battle of the largest curly hair.
(Side note: I'm only continuing to write about this right now because I'm on vacation and have already drank all the fruity drinks/taken in all the sun that my fair Irish/German skin can handle. It's kind of NOT as exciting to write about all the new songs with the f-ed up meter changes or David's new Gibson SG-3 with which all of us would like to engage in sexual relations.)
Anywho. Today, I got a text message from Marie stating that the SN had struck again. This time, it was at her place of work - the three-ring circus that is Whole Foods - Roosevelt.
Coincidence? Fate? Time will tell.
In other news: we're homeless and need a practice space. Can you help?
