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Life after Fru
Mar. 14th, 2007 10:12 amMoxy Fruvous covering Cher's "Believe" (performed on 30 December 1999) came onto my iPod while I was writing a work email. It suddenly dawned on me that this was recorded before I lived in Boston. It's not a huge shift: I moved here two days later and I wasn't even at this particular show. It's just that I am such a different person than I was when I followed that band around the eastern seaboard.
I saw Fruvous 28 times. I know![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ceelove smokes me on that count. Heck, she saw them in Edinburgh (remember, that's pronounced "ED-in-BURR-uh") and the farthest away I had seen them was Toronto. I found out there was something in the wold other than morbid stuff and television. I got out of my home town and met a lot of cool people, many of whom I miss dearly.
Fruvous grew me up. The music helped, the banter was amusing, but it was the crowd that made it happen. I lost my annoying virginity thanks to that band. I shook my hometown, a place that has gotten a lot worse since I left. I had my first real girlfriend after that and then a fiancee (who found this track in the first place). It doesn't matter what fell away since then.
At that time, I was uncertain I could have a future. Of course that seems very silly now. At the time I assumed I was doomed to be stuck in Utica because I was not certain I could make it in a big city. It turned out all I needed was a place I could other people. I landed correctly.
I still use the Budgie Dog cursor that Chris Ault made for a computer class and needed someone to test. It's 972 bytes of Cedric on every Windows desktop I run (I don't know whether it would work in Linux). I originally used it on Windows 95 and it still works in Windows XP SP2.
So the song comes on and Mike Ford sings this silly falsetto for the bridge. I'm told he couldn't pull it off the following night at the Tralf in Buffalo. That was New Year's Eve heading into 2000, so I doubt it ruined the night. I chuckle thinking of those four guys goofing around in bars around North America.
All those people I met showed me their worlds. It mattered. I miss that fun time, but I don't miss being the mess I was then. Hail my present mess!
-front row between stage Murray and stage Jian, Dante
I saw Fruvous 28 times. I know
ceelove smokes me on that count. Heck, she saw them in Edinburgh (remember, that's pronounced "ED-in-BURR-uh") and the farthest away I had seen them was Toronto. I found out there was something in the wold other than morbid stuff and television. I got out of my home town and met a lot of cool people, many of whom I miss dearly.Fruvous grew me up. The music helped, the banter was amusing, but it was the crowd that made it happen. I lost my annoying virginity thanks to that band. I shook my hometown, a place that has gotten a lot worse since I left. I had my first real girlfriend after that and then a fiancee (who found this track in the first place). It doesn't matter what fell away since then.
At that time, I was uncertain I could have a future. Of course that seems very silly now. At the time I assumed I was doomed to be stuck in Utica because I was not certain I could make it in a big city. It turned out all I needed was a place I could other people. I landed correctly.
I still use the Budgie Dog cursor that Chris Ault made for a computer class and needed someone to test. It's 972 bytes of Cedric on every Windows desktop I run (I don't know whether it would work in Linux). I originally used it on Windows 95 and it still works in Windows XP SP2.
So the song comes on and Mike Ford sings this silly falsetto for the bridge. I'm told he couldn't pull it off the following night at the Tralf in Buffalo. That was New Year's Eve heading into 2000, so I doubt it ruined the night. I chuckle thinking of those four guys goofing around in bars around North America.
All those people I met showed me their worlds. It mattered. I miss that fun time, but I don't miss being the mess I was then. Hail my present mess!
-front row between stage Murray and stage Jian, Dante
