The band was in town for a show at the LA Convention Center last weekend.  Jamie and I made our way down there in the early afternoon, and eventually found our way to the bus in the freight area.  We had a good time catching up on the bus, while the band enjoyed Jamie's butterscotch chip oatmeal cookies.  Wow, they're good.  They were only in town for a few hours, so there was no time for the usual trip to Trader Vic's, so Jamie and I picked up some of their bread and peanut butter and brought it back to the bus, where thankfully, they had a toaster.

Around 8:00 p.m., we headed inside for the concert.  The band was great, as per usual.  Dave busted out a keytar; I did not see that coming.  The audience was made up of predominantly of asians.  And why not?  Asians love David Crowder.  The security lining the front of the stage were a real comfort, as they were singing along, instead of keeping the crowd at bay.  If you get a chance to see the band perform, do it.  I enjoy the CD so much more when I've seen it performed in context.  And if you haven't bought the CD yet, don't wait.  They actually made it to #1 on ITunes the week the album came out.

After the show, the band was off to sign autographs for hours.  I spotted Robbie Seay, who had opened the show, and went over to introduce Jamie to him.  As we were talking to him, some young asian girls came over to get Robbie to sign something, so I backed away with Jamie while we talked with some other friends of Robbie's.  But then one of the young asian girls came over and asked if they could get a picture with me and Robbie.  Apparently, since I wasn't asian, I must have been on stage that night.  Before I could make things awkward by trying to explain that I wasn't in any of the bands, Robbie said "Sure he will", and put his arm around me to pose for the photo.  Robbie, you are one class act to your fans, my friend.

We only took a few pics that night, but here they are:
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It's official!  We booked our plane tickets for Texas for Oct. 20-27.  Among the festivities are Baylor Homecoming and my 10 year high school reunion.  For any of you Baylor folks that aren't currently located in Waco, who's going to be in Waco for Homecoming?

Oh yeah, in case I never get my skydive dvd up here, my second song was “Such Great Heights” performed by The Postal Service (the band, not the actual postal service, though what a grand choir of voices that would be).

I'm really hoping to stop being lazy and get a fall movie preview posted up here soon.  Sorry for slacking.

As I type this, I'm listening to the Garden State soundtrack, which Coop was kind of enough to send me, as it was sold out already in these parts.  I forgot to mention a couple of celebrity sightings from the ArcLight the other night when we saw Garden State.  When we arrived, there was some special screening for Shaun of the Dead, and there were several zombies walking around outside.  Inside was a tall, balding, blond comedian whose name I don't know.  I'll have to do some research.  After the movie, as we peered out across the lobby from upstairs, I spotted David Carradine.  I couldn't think of his name fast enough, and so I pointed him out as “Bill” from Kill Bill, fortunately out of his earshot.  Then, as we hung around talking in the parking garage, the diminutive Giovanni Ribisi walked by.  Actually, by the time I finished typing this, I'm now listening to The Postal Service.

We finally got to go see Garden State last night.  It's an artsy-indie film, written, directed and acted by Zach Braff from Scrubs.  I don't think it's been released beyond NY and LA yet, but will this weekend.  Now, I'm reviewing it, so if you haven't seen it, and don't like to be tainted, skip the rest of this. 

Here's some text to distract you from the real content, in case your eyes skip ahead and you really don't want to be tainted.

I thought it was really good--well-acted, beautifully composed, and emotionally provocative.  It is not a comedy, but there are definitely some funny parts.  The reason it isn't a comedy is probably because there are at least as many sad parts.  I was somewhat surprised that Jamie loved it.  There are a lot of ways that you could say it's depressing, but it's not without hope.  I think all of these things--funny, sad, depressing, hopeful--help to make it seem more real.  For me, it was a reminder of how people misconstrue what a successful life is all about.  It made me sad, because of the people I know that never made it out of that world.  I'll probably see it again.  The soundtrack is excellent.  It came out yesterday, I think, and it's already sold out.

(Fixed spelling of provocative from procative.  Left this note so that Mark's comment would make sense.)

I'm no Ben Dudley, but I was enjoying some music enough just now that I thought I'd mention it here.  I pulled out my MiniDisc player yesterday, and I've started using it while I'm working.  Since Jamie isn't away at work most of the time, I find it useful to block out whatever she's doing with my headphones.  That way, she can go about her business without worrying about disturbing me.  Anyway, back to the song that prompted the blog.  Tomorrow Tomorrow by Elliott Smith.  In my Mellow group.