(Originally published August 20, 2007)

Fun With Fanzillae

So, I am writing this missive from jury duty.  I am not a fan or friend of jury duty.  I am decked out in my don't-pick-me outfit of a t-shirt with a foreign language slogan, jeans, and sensible shoes, making me impossible to stereotype and completely objectionable.  They do have free internet access, which is nice. 

Since the last update from the concert trenches, I had the pleasure of seeing another Crowded House show here in the NYC area, which was even more fun than the firsts one.  Why, you ask?  Because I got to share it with fellow Fanzillae, and I even made a Friendzilla, with whom I hope to attend more shows and share a mutual love of music and those who make it.  Reliving every minute of a show with a Fanzilla is really quite life affirming, or at least confirmation that if I am in fact crazy, I'm not there alone.  And, we didn't have to bond over the inappropriate behavior of our fellow concert-goers to get there.

No worries skating fans, as the summer ends, we'll be awash in spirals, Salchows, and sequins.  And Dick Button.