May 20th, 2010 by Sherry

I wanted to buy this tshirt:

Size large (I don’t give a shit if you wear a small, stick, go piss off) for 8 bucks. I didn’t even mind paying the 24 bucks shipping because I love the shirt, and the fact that an artist can poke fun at themselves is awesome.
Here’s how it went down:
-grabbed shirt, added to shopping basket
-filled in billing info…….ORDER!! (little dance of joy)
-something went wrong….our billing info doesn’t match your card billing info
-went back, realized that I put “Sher” instead of “Sherry” (oopsie faux pas)
-changed my blunder and resubmitted purchase
-same error
-wtf seriously? screw it, I’m late for work
-get to work, got an email with my credit card balance
-oh hells noh
-signed in to check Visa online transaction history
-password for user is incorrect
-requested user password change…success, we’ll send you a new password via email
-waiting
-waiting
-requested another user password change…success, we’ll send you a new password via email
-waiting
-emailed password!!
-wrong one
-waiting…….
-emailed password!!!
-checked Visa transaction history, was charged for three separate tshirt transactions
-called credit card company
-automated system not working
-”please enter this”…entered this….”please enter this”….entered this again……
-”goodbye.”
- you fu&*((%$%^##%$*&^%*%$&*^ son of a b*(&*^&*%$%&$&$&*%*((
-called online merchant
-closed, sorry try again
-left a message
-sent them an email as well
-called card company again
-automated system not working
-”please enter this”…entered this….”please enter this”….entered this again……
-”goodbye.”
- you fu&*((%$%^##%$*&^%*%$&*^ son of a b*(&*^&*%$%&$&$&*%*((
-got an email back from online merchant, no transactions were processed, they promise
-called credit card company back
-got as far as putting in my card number
-”I’m sorry, I had trouble reading that number.”
-that’s because you’re supposed to be listening to it, you stupid bit….
-finally automabitch transferred me to a Customer Service representative
-gave my entire shpeel
-customer service lady says she can’t hear me, that I sound like I’m under water
-asked for my phone number to call me back
-I got as far as the 905 area code, and was disconnected
-called card company back
-typed in the card number
-”I’m sorry, I had trouble reading that number.”
-that’s because you’re supposed to be listening to it, you stupid bit….
-finally automabitch transferred me to a Customer Service representative
-was on hold so long I had time to write this all out in point form, for blog fodder
-”Hello, this is some foreigner with a foreign name that I’m going to say so fast you won’t be able to understand it no matter how hard you try”
-gave my entire shpeel
-lady kept interrupting me with “yes”, “uh huh”, “right”
-can you hear me???
-”yes”, “uh huh”, “right”
-Seriously?? Shut the fuck up and let me finish.
-”okay”, “okay”, “okay”
-finally she told me it shows that the merch company declined the card 3 times
-but my credit card company charged me
-I can either wait a certain length of time to see if the merch company asks Visa for the money
-or ask merch company to sign a waiver and they will give my funds back to me
-Okay, tell me why I have to do all this work when you just told me that it shows the merch company declined the card???
-why do I have to fix your screw up??
-”It doesn’t say that it was declined. I just assumed.”
-that’s awesome, Habib. Thanks for your fucking assistance.
-she emailed me the authorization form
-I emailed it to the merch company, begging them to fill it out and send it back
-merch company basically tells me to fuck myself and wait the 3-5 business days to see if this works itself out
-Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” comes on the radio and I want to punch babies.
-then Steve Perry comes on and tells me that some day love will find me, and lulls me into a false sense of calm.

Hey Steve, do you have a “Journey Sucks” tshirt I can buy?

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May 11th, 2010 by Sherry

Last week one line from a chorus in an 80s song entered my brain, and refused to leave.
It kept repeating itself. Singing itself senseless, rattling round and round in my head. Making me crazier than I’d already admit to.
What was it….what was the song that refused to leave me until I searched it out, played it in it’s entirety.
Over and over again I heard in brain echo….”so lonely”…..”sooo lonely.”
Finally I had to google. I couldn’t stand it any longer.

Do you remember the Charlie Sexton?

April 15th, 2010 by Sherry

This is the live performance that we saw in Buffalo:

I could even pick out my hootin’ an hollerin’

April 5th, 2010 by Sherry

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Well whaddya know….it’s amazing the things you can accomplish when you read the directions.

March 25th, 2010 by Sherry

Tuesday night I fulfilled a long awaited fantasy promise to myself. I went to see not one, but two of my favourite bands perform.
I’ve been a fan of Train for quite a few years now. I have all their albums, listened to and worn out from massive “repeat”. Pat Monahan has a great voice, their music is catchy and soulful, playful, and puts me in a good mood.
I’ve been in lust and awe like an obsessed teenager fond of Butch Walker for about four or five years now. Butch is a lesser known artist, song writer and producer, spawned from Georgia, relocated to Cali and has worked with artists like Katie Perry, Pink, Fallout Boy and many others. I fell in love with Butch’s sappy heart break-up songs, full of cheese and dorky lyrics, and continue to lust over appreciate the new stuff that he pounds out, every heart felt note that he so lovingly belts out. Not only is he ADORABLE, but the guy is super talented.
Did I mention that he’s ADORABLE:

Do you need a minute? S’ok, just make sure you wipe up the drool before you go.
But yes, he IS super talented. He closed last night’s show with Pat, singing David Lee Roth better than DLR. I swear.
Here’s his single with Pink:

Where was I? OH! The concert.
Butch was AWESOME. The only non awesome thing was that they only performed for 45 minutes. That was sucky and I would have sat there for three hours if he wanted to rock out that long. Or five. Or all freaking night. We were about 6 feet from the stage, on a platform at the base of the stairs. It was perfect. We could see everything and knee anyone in the kidneys who got in our way. I would have loved to hear some old Marvelous 3 stuff, but I guess the point of breaking up a band and moving on isn’t to dwell on old songs….no matter how much they would make obsessed concert goer’s hearts puddle. Or just mine. Screw everyone else.
I begrudgingly watched Butch make way for Train, and tried my best to keep Caitlin from storming backstage on a quest to meet Butch, and get us both kicked out and likely arrested.
Train is fantastic live. If you are a fan of their music, and have the chance to go to a show, you should. Most definitely. They are just so good live. Keep in mind though, Pat Monahan (lead singer) is SUPER GAY on stage. Seriously, if there was a gay super hero, sans cape, it would be Pat Monahan. Now I don’t know if Pat’s actually gay, and I could care less, but man, all he was missing was a tiara. Speaking of, he also has a HUGE head. It’s weird what you discover when you meet famous people in real life.
SPEAKING OF MEETING FAMOUS PEOPLE…..
I don’t know if Butch would call himself famous or not, but WE TOTALLY MET HIM AFTER THE SHOW!! Caitlin, being the lovable spazz that she is, got it in her that she wasn’t leaving there without meeting Butch. Me, being the world’s greatest Mom that I am, (gag) totally supported her obsession (while secretly harboring my own) and away we went to stalk the tour buses at the back door of the venue.
I told Caitlin that if she was patient Butch would come out and she could go and meet him. Sure enough, he did….and she FROZE. I laughed my ass off. I walked her over to the back door where he was chatting with a small group of fans, and we waited our turn. Butch was finally available and it’s a wonder Caitlin could step out of the gigantic pile of drool that formed at her feet, long enough to ask to take a picture. She’s SO frigging cute. It’s not just bias because she’s my daughter, I can prove it, look…..

She’s gorgeous isn’t she?
So ya, she was star struck. Seriously, star struck. It was adorable! It was like she just met Jesus. I couldn’t help but laugh my ass off. After the hug, of course.
THE HUG.
Did I mention that I hugged Butch Walker? Me, Butch Walker, hugging. *sigh*

February 27th, 2010 by Sherry