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Sunday the 20th of March 2011

9:58 PM


i love marnie stern.

i got to see her perform at the slowdown the other night.  she's not even really awesome at guitar, but she can tap and people think that makes you really good at guitar.  but her music is just so good.  the drummer and bass player with her were fantastic, too.  anyway this is a story she told to some publication that made me laugh:

When I was 22, I decided to try and move out to Los Angeles for a change. My mother wanted to come for the drive, and so that summer we drove cross country together. I've always been panicky and nervous because she has always been valiant and brave. She's like Super Dave (who by the way, always bugged me when I was a kid). So we are a couple of days into our trip in the midwest when I see really bad weather on the horizon. She says "Marnie, you are such a baby. It's just some clouds. Relax." The weather gets worse and the sky is turning a crazy ass shade of green. She sees that I am scared, so she says "If you're so nervous, then turn on the radio. If something is wrong, they'll mention it." I turn on the radio and I hear a looped recording repeating "This is a tornado warning. If you are nearing Grand Banks, pull your car over to the side of the road and lie in a ditch". Seriously. Repeating over and over. I say "Okay, pull over!" She says "Marnie, are you CRAZY? I'm not gonna get stuck in this tornado. WE CAN BEAT IT! We're in a high precision automobile, just hold on." I said "We can do WHAT?" Are you insane? Let me out of the car." She ignores me, and as I turn my head to the side, I can see the tornado moving beside us. So of course, now I'm having a full on panic attack and my body gets numb and I watch the speedometer on the car start to rise until we are going 130. And my head keeps turning between the tornado and the speedometer. Tornado, speedometer. Tornado, speedometer. I shit you not! So 6,000 years go by (probably 15 or 20 minutes) and I slowly watch the tornado disappear into the background and it's like we're in the Wizard Of Fucking Oz, because all of the sudden, the sun comes out and the birds are chirping. We pull into a gas station and the car rattles for a second, and then completely dies. But that baby sure did pump out the jams when we needed her. Also, my mom's insane. I probably went into music because I couldn't figure out any other way to try and be as bad ass as she is.
2 scholiums.