I was just listening to “The Blow” and reading about Khaela Maricich, which suddenly got me reminiscing about… “Ye Olde Times”.
I am trying to pin-point the first time I ever become cognizant of Khaela Maricich. I will attempt to do so based on a particular memory I have of seeing the Microphones play at a space on Milwaukee Avenue. I believe the name of the space was “Buddy”, though it went though a number of name changes, at the time, it may have been called that. It was a small-ish room, painted white, normally used for pretentious Chicago hipsters’ vernissages. That was probably among the first half-dozen times I went to that space, which was affiliated with the Lumpen people, and would go on to play an extremely important role in my early-twenties socialization and lifestyle.
My specific memories of this evening are still so vivid, despite being 10 years old. I remember that we (Betty Eo, Dave Weldzius, and perhaps some one else?) were late, and there were no seats left, and I sat on the floor. This is central to my memory because I very clearly remember I was wearing a short denim skirt – the same skirt I was photographed wearing at my going-away party before I moved to France, in August, 2001. This skirt was far shorter than anything else in my wardrobe and I actually felt extremely uncomfortable wearing it – but for some reason I did anyway. It was hot. I very awkwardly tried to sit on the ground, without exposing myself more than a lady should.
This room, with no more than 100 people in, was full of the sounds of bass drum, as this girl sang out, loud and clear, and pointed at some one in the audience – “You’ve got green eyes, I like your party thighs”.
That line, for some reason, has stuck with me, and remains in my memory, to this day. I remember, on the way out, seeing copies of the tape for sale – “Get the Hell Out of the Way of the Volcano”. For fuck’s sake!!! Why didn’t I buy that tape??!!!! Then I would have audible evidence of that line which has burned in my memory for over 10 years.
I secretly dream of finding an mp3 of that song, somewhere, one day, on Demonoid, or the Pirate Bay, which I know is hopeless.
On an interesting side-note, some time the following year, 2002, I read one k-records or some website somewhere that Phil Elvrum was looking to tour Europe, so I contacted him and suggested he come to Avignon and stay with me. Unfortunately things didn’t work out – I think he went to Norway instead – but he did give me his address and I did send him a postcard from Scotland when I went there on holiday.
That year, 2001, I was 22 years old, in love with my friend Charlie Vinz, moving to France, and I had no idea what the future held.
I wonder if I ever could have pictured myself where I am today? I wonder if Khaela Maricich ever thought she’d go from playing loft parties in Wicker Park to world-wide celebrity-dom? Wow.
I guess if I look back, I don’t really have very many regrets. There are only two that really come to mind; one being that i wish I spent more time with my mother, when I lived in the same country as her. I really miss her, and my brother, and being so far away from them, only seeing them once or twice a year, is one thing I hate about my life. The other thing I regret is being so laissez-faire about my health and wellness for such a long time, eating so much shitty food, being overweight for so long, probably drinking too much. I guess I still probably drink too much, though less than those days, doubtlessly.
40 seems really old to me, but I wonder what I’ll be doing in 10 years? What’s past is prologue, right? If my recent past is any indicator… God my life will be so fucking boring in 10 years I will have to acquire some horrible vice just to make things bearable.