Denglerino, where art thou?

Gloomy Von Goodness! ♥

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 17:28:26 GMT

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.

-D.

Carlos sighting & Mr. D on a mag cover [sort of]

Wed, 08 Oct 2008 19:38:16 GMT

Carlitos was spotted @ the Jenny Lewis gig on 10.05.08 in NYC.
[Click here to read the Spin article. ]

2.

Check out our boy El Gloomy on the cover of JMAG as a cartoon of all things:

Hats off to: http://eamosknucklesandwich.blogspot.com/2008/09/jmag-cover.html

Gothtards and busty wenches of the world rejoice for your king is one year older...

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 20:01:12 GMT

Happy 34th revolution around the sun

to

Carlos Andres Dengler!

*yey!*

currently listening to:

"Radioactivity"
by: Kraftwerk

Sweeny Dengler: The Demon Bassist of Fleet Street :)~

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 20:19:24 GMT

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

Gratuitous Carlos D. post

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 20:26:03 GMT

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

Interpol makes some damn fine music

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 08:28:58 GMT

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

Hey Rumer Willis, Jay Leno called and he wants his face back

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 19:44:22 GMT

So the other day I am at one of these swanky schmanky parties that I always say I hate but very secretly love. Truth, the host of the thing half wooed half guilt tripped my ass into going. Los Angeles legend has it that he throws the most amazing low key shindigs around, LA kids really know how to party [or so they say.] I'm still rather troubled as to why this man even talks to me or worse, thinks of me as "cool" but that's a self-deprecating story for another blog...

When I get there, I automatically see two crowds... the "regular" folks and the movers and shakers. Both people know how to have a good time, I just happen to prefer the movers and shakers cus their kinda fun is less "lets get hammered" and more "wtf, they ran out of imported water!?!".

"Magazine" editors, tv hosts, blah blah blah. Btw, there's nothing I hate more than going to a party to have fun and then having everybody else whore you out for the purpose of networking. My friend, the host, was introducing me to all these new people... "oh so X, let me introduce you to M, she is the most amazing _______, she is part of a radio show called ____________, she's amazing, I love her!" Half the time I was looking around to hide my head somewhere and the other half I felt like a pretentious boob.

ANYHOW.... towards the middle of the evening I went to the little girls room to reapply my gloss and when who do I see in the corner of my eye my ex's slutty hoe of a "girlfriend". I couldn't help but smirk from where I was standing. Ex #1 and I have a very "interesting" relationship. Musician... of course. We broke up a while ago. I wanted to settle down, he wanted to tour the world. At the beginning of the this year he calls me up out of nowhere saying how much he misses me and that he's finally "ready"... marriage, babies, etc etc [kinda like Big at the end of Sex&TC.] I thought about it, for like a second but then I kept noticing this girl that would hang around him and the band. Some magazine editor or some shit. You can always tell when a chick is more than a "groupie" or "industry" friend and this chick just had that look about her. As I later found out, he was "seeing" her and after I declined his request to get back together, he started going "out" with this girl. He still calls once in a while to see if I've changed my mind. And even though this time I think he's telling the truth, it's just too late to rekindle what we had.

Back to the girl. I couldn't help but look this chick up and down. I was not very impressed. Homeboy was totally slumming it with this one. More than pissed I was actually offended. I didn't see how in the world he could find this woman phsically attractive. Maybe she was a hooker w/ a heart of gold, yeah, maybe. The first person that came to mind was Rumer Willis but like 30 pounds heavier x's a million.

I felt bad for this girl, not cus she looked like Rumer but because I bet this chick does love this dude and he definitely doesn't feel the same way. Heartbreak hotel... yeah.

See, my heart isn't as black as you all thought huh.

Interpol on Jimmy Kimmel Live> Part 3> Subway she is a porno and the pavements they are a mess.

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 23:00:31 GMT

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

Interpol on Jimmy Kimmel Live> Part 2> Turn OFF the Bright Lights

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 20:57:28 GMT

When we last left off, I was ~~oggling over Carlos~~ starting to talk about Interpol's actual performance. And so, let us continue on this Interpolistic journey once again...

Around 7:15pm the security guards started letting people in. By this time, we had been standing in line for roughly two hours. The aches and pains were starting to creep in. I gave myself kudos for picking comfort over fashion [for once] and deciding that wearing my Vans would be a heck of a lot more sensible than wearing my cute Nordstroms boots. Had I not made that choice, I'd be crying in pain and cursing myself.

Waiting isn't all that bad when you're focusing on something, say like the band doing soundcheck. But once there is nothing to focus on, you start to become very aware of your surroundings. By around 7:30 we were being frisked and checked by the security guards. And a few minutes after that we were inside the parking lot and picking our spot in front of the stage. I had already told Janizzle where the prime standing spots were and where I wanted to stand and I wanted to be right in the middle of Paul and Carlos.

We were starting to regret having those smoothies earlier that afternoon but we were NOT about to use the Andy Gump porta potties to pee either. Gross!

Within a span of, oh say, 15 minutes or so, the place was completely packed. The light guy was fidgeting w/ the lights and kept on turning on the very bright ones on and off and changing their direction. Everyonce in a while they'd hit the audience and you could see everybody flinch and simultaneously place their hands in front of their eyes.

I kept wanting to say... Hey buddy, TURN OFF THE BRIGHT LIGHTS!

Okay, crappy joke. But come on, it's sort of funny, honestly. [I suppose only Interpol fans will get that Interpolistic reference.]

Then there was waiting and more waiting and more waiting. Finally at around 8:05 we saw the show starting on the big screen set up outside. My favorite part of the non-performance part of the show was the skit w/ Guillermo trying out to be part of the Wiggles! Everybody in the crowd kept on cheering for Guillermo. Well him and Jack Lalane [sp?] who was a guest on the show that night. 93 years old, wowza!

Finally, after a combined FOUR hours of waiting around, INTERPOL hit the stage. First Dan, then Sam, then Paul and finally my Carlos! I kept thinking that he would look somewhat different than what I'd seen in pictures and have come to learn about him. But no, he looked exactly like how I imagined/pictured him. He was SO close that it was almost surreal.

He looked so fuckin' aethereal. It was quite a sight. I felt like I was 10 years old, it was sort of hilarious and sweet at the same time. That man is a vision and the best part is that he probably couldn't care less that 99.9% of the girls there were having that exact same thought about him. He just does what he does and he does it well with charm, style and grace... after all, it's the only way the man knows how.

The first song they played was "No I in Threesome." Like I posted at the end of the last blog, the performance sounded totally different live than it did on TV. The "problem" that Paul kept talking to the sound guys about never got fixed but all and all the set was solid. I had a clear view of Paul, Sam and Carlos... talk about THE PERFECT TRIFECTA!

Some idiots in front of us had signs so my views would occasionally be blocked, so I resorted to standing on my tippie toes. They then went onto "The Heinrich Maneuver" to play off the air. It should have been the other way around, Heinrich first and then Threesome but leave it up to those marketing people to fuck a good thing up. ["No I in Threesome" is their latest single, "The Heinrich Maneuever" was the first.]

Paul actually interacted w/ the audience [somewhat] and asked us how we were doing. The crowd roared and then he said they'd play a "few" more songs. They decided to play "Evil" next. I was right there as Carlos started to play the first few bass notes for the song. It was so fuckin' surreal! I can't say that enough. All of a sudden the whole thing became a sing-along. It was too cute.

Rosemary, heaven restores you in life!

After "Evil" Sam was totally ready to get the hell out of there. He looked sort of pissed off. He kept talking to Carlos and doing the "i'm up to here look" thing w/ his hands and neck. He kept on touching his knuckles like they hurt. My guess is that they would have played more [at least Paul certainly had that look about it] but hey, 4 songs ain't too shabby in my book. The crowd was appreciative. The band left totally quickly, Carlos left w/ his "man purse" [that's a topic for another blog though.] The last one to leave was Farmer Dave and I waved at him and he smiled and waved back! When it was all over they quickly kicked us all out. I went up to the baracade to ask the techs if there was a set list but there wasn't so I decided to call it a night and go home.

I got to see Interpol super up close. What else could I want? I had a good time, had a bunch of funny stories to tell and got to see Carlos en vivo y a todo color.

Could my night possibly get any better?

Hell fuckin' YES!

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

Interpol on Jimmy Kimmel Live> Part 1> Carlos D. Does Not Stand, He Poses

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 09:32:33 GMT

10-25-07

So Janizzle and I arrived to the Jimmy Kimmel outdoor stage at around 5ish. I would have left the house earlier but I didn't want to look like a complete dork getting there 3 hours before the show. Two hours, well, that would seem much more "normal" right?

So there we are walking down Highland towards the street where we're supposed to wait on to get into the outdoor stage. Half way down the block I start to wonder if I'm taking us to the right place and just as quickly I tell myself that of course I'm taking us to the right place and continue walking until we hit the street we're looking for and then take a right. I can already see there are people waiting and I am relieved, as the line is not as long as I expected. The people at the front must had gotten there around 3ish or something [if not way before that.] While we were still walking on Highland toward our present spot, I heard "noise" coming from the Pontiac stage and I secretly hoped it was the band staring their sound check. Sure enough, it was.

As luck would have it, our spot in line was just in front of this place on the chain link fence that didn't have that white tubbing stuff that makes it hard to see through. At first, it was just the roadies setting up the guitars and such. Then slowly I started to make out faces and outfits. The first one I saw was Kessler. He was in his expected black suit, white shirt and black tie. The second one I saw was Paul. Now, Paulie was a little harder to make out. He had his hair tied up in a pony tail, which mind u, looked blah. It can't be Paul, I thought to myself but as soon as he let his hair down I had no doubt it was the one and only Mr. Banks himself. He was wearing these beautiful fitting grayish jeans and this black almost Gucci looking casual winter jacket complete w/ knitted sleeves and everything.

Now, all this Paul and Daniel watching was all good and dandy but truth be told, the one I REALLY wanted to see was, you guessed it, Carlos! After a couple of more minutes of wonderfing where the hell Mr. Dengler was he appeared like a vision coming out of the shadows into a very heavenly light. He was in a gray and what appeared to be chocolate brown ensemble w/ his now expected bolero tie. He looked absolutely divine! My heart nearly broke out of my chest [okay, not literally but bare with me here.] I felt all giddy and school girlish, Janet couldn't help but make fun of me which mind you, didn't help the situation any either.

I felt like a stalker looking through the fence and smiling while they were doing sound check, so from time to time I would look away and very sheepishly and try not to think about it too much but before I knew it I was peering through the chainlink fence again. Sam was the last one I saw cus Paul kept obstructing my view of him. Sam and that damn hat of his, it made my insides all jittery!

At first, they only did the intros to "No I in Threesome" and "The Heinrich Maneuver" and just when I would start to sing along to them they stopped. Then as the hour progressed, they started to play the intrumentals for the songs and in those cases I would start to sing along with the music as if I was at some crazy karaoke bar or something. *Don't look at me like that!* Seriously, when else are you going to sing to Interpol WITH them playing the actual music in the background?

Anywho, it wasn't until later that they started to play the songs in their entirety, lyrics and all. They must have played "No I in Threesome" like four or five times all the way through and then they repeated the chorus at least three times after that. There was something wrong w/ the pedals and the mic and Paul wasn't having that shit!

[Paul points to one of the towers]

Hey man, can you fix it cus it sounds horrible on the 7th octave¹.
Seriously, it sounds horrible, it sounds REALLY TERRIBLE!

I couldn't help but laugh. He kept repeating the last sentence over and over again. I simply could not contain myself. Right after he'd say that he'd start doing this weird vocal thing w/ his voice... "AAAAGH" At one point I wanted to yell to him.. Hey Paul, it sounds fine from here! But yeah, what the hell do I know about that shit. Plus, if he was saying anything at all about it, it was because he wanted to make that shit sound right for his audience and who can blame him for that?

My favorite part about the Interpol sound check [besides Paul's hilarious rant] was by far just watching Carlos in his "natural" element. In true Carlos D. fashion, he would just sort of stand there, playing his bass while the songs were going, acting very nonchalantly almost as if he were standing on some random NY street corner waiting to hail a taxi or something. [Btw, that's a scene I can barely imagine... el Dengler "hailing" a taxi... kid, please!]

The whole time I kept thinking... My God, Carlos does not "stand", he poses!

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Carlos D. could have totally been a male model had he wanted to. Lord knows he's got the body and the face for it. His face is quite lovely, he's got all the classical features designers go ga-ga over. His body [like is face] is quite angular and as far as the posing is concerned, it just comes naturally to him. Even when he was just standing there with his hand on his hip the lines he made with his body were exquisite! Everytime he turned around or his body language would change I kept imagining how awesome those "poses" would look in a fashion magazine. I was inspired beyond belief! I could almost visualize the fashion layouts w/ all the poses he was giving every couple of seconds...

Maybe it's just the "artist" in me, who knows, but I could not help but be in awe of my Carlitos.

Btw, I finished watching the actual tv performance on Jimmy Kimmel Live a couple of minutes ago on ABC and I must say, the way it sounded on tv sounded NOTHING like it sounded live and in person. Things like that never do I suppose. And oh yeah, I think that problem that Paul kept on talking about never got fixed cus you could totally hear something was off during the first half of "No I in Threesome." For a second you can tell Paul's frustration in his face but he quickly recoups and carries along inspite of it.

That Paul Banks, what a trooper!

Btw, it should be noted that during the whole sound check time, Janizzle and I were sipping on these yummy smoothies we got at this new smoothie shop @ the Hollywood & Highland complex.

Okay, I am totally tired and still super excited and I haven't even gotten to the performance OR the BEST part of the night [for me at least.]

Tomorrow I shall finish parts 2 and 3 of this Interpol-istic story. Until then, muchos besos!

Damn this was a GREAT night!

¹ While I am completely that Paul said "7th" I am not at all sure that he said "octave" after it. I am not a musician so I have no frame of reference as to any of this. So, until I get clarification on the matter I am deciding [for the sake or argument] that he did say "octave."

Currently listening :
Our Love To Admire (Special Package)
By Interpol
Release date: 10 July, 2007

How this man perplexes me so....

Fri, 19 Oct 2007 22:19:07 GMT

So yesterday I had what might be my 3rd Interpol dream ever. In this dream, I was part of the Interpol "team", I was a friend of their road manager or something of the sort and that's why I got to tag along on the tour bus. The guys would let me play the triangle from time to time during big arena gigs just for giggles. Like in all my previous Interpol dreams, Carlos was the only one with whom I couldn't muster up enough "courage" to talk to. Towards the end of my dream, the guys were playing *what seemed to me* was my old high school auditorium. I got there half an hour before the gig and scrambled to get to the "backstage" area to see if I could see the guys [spoken like a true fan girl!]

Anyhow, when I got there, everybody was taking shots of tequila. Dan was in his little corner trying not to have a nervous breakdown, Paul was talking to Sam about god knows what, some industry people were in another corner hashing out some licensing deal and Carlos was standing alone having a smoke, looking as stoic as ever. For some strange *well, strange for Carlos* reason, Carlos was wearing a distressed vintage Levi's jean jacket. Huh? I thought. How this man perplexes me so! No matter though, he looks amazing in it and I can smell his cologne from here, Mmm. It was then that I decided that if I was going to make my move, I'd have to make it right then and there. How to be both appealing and sweet? [Hmm....] After thinking about it for a couple of seconds I came up with the perfect plan. I would sing the second verse to NARC in the sultriest voice I could come up with and strut past Carlos in my black four inch heels while doing it.

The booze table was in the middle of the room. I never drink but I concluded that a nice shot of liquid courage couldn't hurt right? I noticed some pink tequila lollypop suckers on the table and i grabbed three of them. Two of them I popped in my purse and I proceeded to have the other one. [Visual aids people!] At that point I was as ready as I was going to be and I started my plan.

Well baby you can see that the gazing eye, won't lie, don't give up your lover tonight, cus it's just you me and this wire all right, lets tend to the engine to niiiiiiiiiiight....

Just as I'm finishing the verse and about to walk up the first of many stairs, Carlos swoops me in his arms and before I know it I am face to face and body to body with Carlitos himself. Thank god for the heels, I think to myself, otherwise I'd look like an even bigger midget standing next to him. I looked up at him, sort of in awe and sort of in disbelief. I smirk at him, giggle, and smirk again.

So what do you want the set list to be tonight?
-Doesn't Paul take care of that?
Yeah, but tonight it's up to you.
-Really?
Make us play whatever you want, that's what we're here for.

His lips were soft and pink. His eyes held a sweet yet slightly devilish look. And yet, all the while, I couldn't say [or do] a thing.

[End dream.]