Those Crazy Rockers

This past Friday I went to see Mindless Self Indulgence at Webster Hall. I'd never seen them before and only knew a couple of songs, but I had a good feeling about the whole thing. I was correct as usual. I realized as soon as MSI took the stage that my money was well spent. The singer goes by the name Little Jimmy Urine. So, between the songs I already knew and that name (I can't even think about Little Jimmy Urine without smiling to myself), I'm pretty much sold (yeah, that's an easy sell). To complete my MSI approval, Jimmy is slightly nuts too. The rest of the band is fairly wacky, but he is like part Johnny Rotten, part Mr. Peepers so it's a complete spazorama.

Beyond the band, my favorite part of the show was a girl named "Twelve." I'm guessing that wasn't really her name, but she had a red T-shirt with "12" on the back, so that is what her name became. Most of the crowd was really into the show, but Twelve was lovin' the show to the maximum. Jumping around, singing, dancing, gesturing with her hands, it was great. Twelve had a friend with a Cookie Monster backpack and socks like the nanny on Muppet Babies wears. She too was lovin' the show, but Twelve was my favorite with her lack of accessories or need to imitate the band. Twelve didn't give a shit what she looked like. Fuck getting her hair all alternapunked and whatnot. Just throw on the shorts, the "12" shirt and some sneakers and out the door to rock.

Part of me wished I was Twelve. I never had a shirt with a "12" on the back, but I certainly attended concerts back when I was a young chap where I was in my glory as she was this past Friday. I just don't have it in me anymore.