Because it's never too late for a Carlos sighting, here you go:

A million thanks to mistress_f for posting this on the Paul Banks community. The pic was taken at the Julian Plenti *aka Paul Banks* gig @ the Guggenheim on September 25, 2009. It's nice to see our Gloomy being so supportive & looking so good. Strike a pose boo. ♥

besos.

STOP THE PRESSES!

The D has a new look!!! His lovely 'stache is gone and he pulled a Sweeny Todd on our asses! Quick, get the holy water!

*hehe*

I actually have to say that I rather like this new look of his. I do miss his beautiful facial hair though. Oh well. It is his nature to change and mix it up like this. Perhaps it's just me but I think he might be channeling Robert Smith with this new "look" and I feel is hair [besides the Sweeny Todd skunk streak] is totally Goku *yeah, DragonBall Z Goku* inspired.

He looked young, then old and now he's looking like a young man again. [No!] But he still looks effin' hot and I don't think the peroxide got into that genius brain of his so in the end, all is good in the world.

Holla'! :)~

Currently listening : Radio-Activity By Kraftwerk Release date: 26 September, 1995

I admit it, his notes make my heart skip a beat. His voice makes me melt. Su conocimiento del mundo y su sabiduria infinta  make me weak in the knees. I hate it and I love it, damn you Carlos D!









and a little vintage Carlos just because I can...





The boy can't help it, he's cultured and  pretty. And ain't that right, that's what the smart girls like. Que viva el Gloomy von Dengler! <3


xo.

Currently listening : Kronos Quartet : Winter Was Hard By Aulis Sallinen Release date: 2

It's cold and I'm wearing a wool turtleneck and listening to Interpol. I couldn't find my "pantlufs" so I am stuck wearing woolly socks too. I am not amused because I look like a woolly mammoth but hey, at least I am not so cold anymore.


[vintage carlos pic]

Because I am trying to "drown out the ugly sounds" [as the wonderous Gloomy von Dengler would say] I am wearing my Hello Kitty headphones. I have a special Interpol playlist... all Interpol all the time. It's a collection of almost every Interpol song in existance, including rarities and remixes. I find I play this playlist everyday, it's roughly three hours worth of musica. It works, it keeps me happy. Sometimes I shuffle the tracks but for the most part I listen to the songs by album order.

         

First, of course, is Antics. Then "The Man Machine" aka as Turn Off The Bright Lights. Since mine is an older copy of TOTBL, it weirded me out cus half the tracks had titles i'd never seen before. As I have recently found out, the track names are from a Kraftwerk album titled "The Man Machine." Oddly enough, track three is called "Metropolis". Track three from TOTBL is called NYC... coincidence? I bet it was all Carlos' doing, homeboy loves him some Kraftwerk, he probably thought it would be funny or some shit. If this is true, I'm sure Dan was less the amused. *lol* Oh, the things that amuse me, for sure!

   

Back to the subject at hand, after TOTBL it's Our Love To Admire. After that it's the Remix EP tracks and then it's all the other rare tracks.


Interpol makes some damn fine music, this is for sure.

I am keeping my fingers crossed that they'll come back to LA. The chisme mill says that they're planning 2 secret shows in NYC and that they might be playing Conan on the 10th. I might be inclined to believe the first part of that and not the second. They did Kimmel in October and they had a shitty time there. Live performances on TV usually suck because the people involved in the production usually don't give a fuck because they're either underpaid and worked to the bone or both. So yeah, I doubt the Conan performance will happen.

I was going to save this for a future blog but I suppose I'll let the cat out of the bag. My song of the year is "No I in Threesome." My album of the year is Our Love To Admire. Even if they weren't both by Interpol, I still would have liked them, for reals for reals. Scouts honor.

Interpol fo' life!

Currently listening : Turn on the Bright Lights (Extra Tracks) By Interpol

 



Still off the "rush" of my whole Interpol inspired week and just seeing them play some of my favorite songs live while having them just a few feet infront of me, I decided that perhaps the best thing to do was just to call it a night and go home. I didn't want to get my hopes up about anything. [Lord knows I had enough day dreams in the days prior to the event.] And well as much as I love the 'Pol, I was not about to stand around outside the venue just waiting around for an hour or whatever like a stalker or something. Plus, I was hungry and so I figured that we should probably get something to eat w/ Janizzle and then  go home, that is, unless I wanted to collapse on Hollywood Blvd or something. [And how lame would an OD-less collapse be on that particular Blvd be, seriously...]

And so Janizzle and I made our trek to Baja Fresh, partly because it was the only only close thing but mainly because it's our "thing" whenever we find ourselves anywhere around there [Hollywood.]

By that time it was roughly 9:17pm or something. I ordered our food while Janizzle went to the little girls room. Within a minute or two Jan was back and our food was ready. As always, the Baja Fresh people got our orders mixed up. Jan's plate had my tacos w/ her rice and beans and I had her tacos w/ my plate of all rice. They had sprinkled some of that stinky dry cheese on her beans and consquently some landed on my tacos and of course I just had to say something about that. I HATE cheese w/ a passion, so I spent the next three minutes trying to get the specs of stinky cheese off of my chicken tacos. I probably didn't get everything but at that point I was over it and I just wanted to eat.

We sat eating and talking about the show and how cool the whole afternoon/night was. She had never really heard Interpol before but she said she really liked the music but most especially, she really loved Sam's drumming. And yes, even she had to admit how cute Carlos was. By 9:45-ish I thought it was probably time to go home and since the Metro runs every 25 minutes at night we would probably have to wait a while before getting back home. I was getting up and about to throw my trash away when all of sudden a thought occured to me...

What IF we just happened to go back to the street where the stage was? Afterall, how long could it possibly be to walk from Baja Fresh to there? Two or three minutes at the most. If we were lucky, maybe we'd see something or someone and if not, it would be all cool too and then we could finally go home.

I mentioned my master plan to Janizzle and asked her if it was cool. She concurred and off we went. To kill the time and to spice things up I made a bet w/ her to see how long it would take us to walk around the block. We were bending the corner and I was about to set the timer when all of sudden I see this group of girls in the middle of the block. At first I figured that they were probably still waiting there for the band. As I was getting closer I was thinking of asking them if they'd come out yet or whatever and just as I was thinking it in my mind I heard this girl scream. So naturally I turned to Janizzle and quickly said "RUN Janizzle, RUN!"

I only ran for a few steps because then I thought to myself that the scream was just from some random girl who did it just for the randomness of it. But then, as I started getting closer to the gate I saw someone, I didn't know and couldn't make out who it was but the closer I got something started to stir inside me.

I couldn't believe it when I saw who it was!

Holy CRAP! It's PAUL JULIAN BANKS!

I stood there dumbfounded for a couple of seconds. I was thinking of something to say to him since I had a clear view of him and vice versa despite all the chaos stirring around him. What would I say? How would I say it? I knew I only had a few seconds to think about it cus I knew at any moment he could totally just decided to leave but before I knew it I heard myself saying the DUMBEST and generic thing I could possibly say...


Awesome performance Paul!


WTF! Did I just say that?!? WTF!!!

Thoughts of Mexico and NYU were floating in my nearly exploding little mind. Since they had not let bags or purses in the venue, all I had with me were a pen, cash, my metro stub, my id card and my credit card. So without so much as thinking, I searched my pockets for my Metro [Subway] stub and made my way through the crowd of girls. I was nearly up to the front when all of a sudden I felt Janizzle's hand push me towards Paul. :)~

There I was again, with another chance to say something to man whose lyrics [and music] have given my life and times so much happiness and love and everything you could possibly imagine. How could I possibly convey to him what his music has meant to me and what it has done for me. How it makes me feel when I hear it or how it makes my days just a little more bearable sometimes. How?

I looked up at him in all his his glory, moles, dirty blond hair hanging in front of his face and everything.


Would you mind signing my Metro stub Paul?


I couldn't feel more alive or retarded at the same time. He gently took the stub from my hand and started to sign it. [Thank god he had his own sharpie cus my pen would have smeared.]

I asked to get a picture with him and he agreed, however, at the particular moment Janizzle's camera phone decided NOT to work, so the only evidence of any of this is the actual metro stub and a very jacked blurry picture of Paul's nose and mouth and my eye and cheek. [Plus a pic of Paul's face that Janizzle took while Paul was signing my ticket *before her camera decided to freak out.]

Paul was beautiful. I could tell he was tired but he was still spreading the love. I got to pose w/ him for like a second with my hand on his side. I could see all the other girls swooning and that's when I noticed a TMZ camera filming all of this. So yes, I wouldn't be surprised if I see the caption "Crazy girls sworm Paul Banks of Interpol near Hollywood Blvd!" on their website or tv show today.

*lol*

I was happy though, despite the camera freak out because deepdown I knew and had the feeling that I would probably see Paul Banks again and would have a chance to "redeem" myself. Janizzle said I blended in w/ the rest of the other girls on account of my looking so young and all. I didn't mind though. After Paul signed my Metro [Subway] stub, we left and by that time the crowd was way bigger then when I arrived. A black van was behind Paul and I figured perhaps the rest of the guys were in there just waiting for Paul to finish or something. The windows were tinted but I decided to smile and wave to the van just incase the rest of the guys were actually in there. Then I just sort of skipped away, giddy and *in retropsect* not really understanding or believing what had just happened.

As we walked up Highland Blvd. w/ Janizzle I could not stop smiling or holding my signed piece of Interpol memorabilia. We reached the Metro station two or three minutes after. We paid for our tickets to go home and sat on the platform because we were so tired from all the standing that day.

We reminisced about it all again. This time, including our brush w/ Paul, the other fans, her spaztaztic camera phone and the TMZ camera. I was still smiling from all the emotion and my eyes were totally lit up like a little kid who got just what they wanted for x-mas.


And that, I suppose, is where the story ends. I met Paul Banks. Yeah, I REALLY met Paul Banks. Even when I woke up this morning I wasn't completely sure if it was all just a dream or not until I looked at my signed ticket stub. That's when I realized:

So it actually was real...






Subway she is a porno and the pavements they are a mess...

[It's up to me now, turn on the bright lights]



The End.







Curently listening to:

"NYC" by Interpol

Currently listening : Turn On the Bright Lights By Interpol Release date: 08 October, 2002