This Town

I was so on edge that moment before we stepped on the stage. And then we went out into the lights and… I know it’s a cliche to say it’s a different world. But it is. It’s like going into an aquarium, I think. From the outside everyone can see you, but as far as the fish is concerned, what’s in there is the entire world.

I don’t think I’ve done a good job of describing how energetic we are on stage. Remember the time Ziggy climbed the sound system in back to sing at the people sitting behind us? He wasn’t the only one who sometimes got on top of equipment or got creative with where he was going. I’ve been known to walk on the wall of the security pit like it was a balance beam or something, except at the time I didn’t have to think about keeping my balance. In fact, if I had thought about it, I probably would have fucked it up.

When you’re performing, so many parts of your brain are working simultaneously. I could think about one thing and be forgetting it at the same time.

At one point in the show at Garden State Arts I jumped up, which wasn’t unusual at all. What was unusual was how hard I landed. I don’t know if the stage was uneven in that one spot or what, but I landed so hard my ankle went numb. I don’t think I actually turned my ankle but maybe I did. At the time it just felt like a jolt of pins and needles, and then I limped for the rest of the song.

My hands are working completely independently of my feet when I’m running around onstage, of course.

I wondered if I knew a lot of people in the audience, or at least how many in the audience knew me–or claimed to. There had been a feature in the Asbury Park Press that week about us, about me in particular. I hadn’t seen it yet. I expected it would be a sort of “hometown boy makes good” kind of thing and mostly I just hoped they used a decent photograph of me.

I think Louis outdid himself on lights. Maybe the setup was particularly nice there. I don’t know. I noticed them for the first time in a while. All the same cues were there, but everything looked beautiful.

No, I was not on drugs.

Maybe the lights were just brighter. Ziggy, I noticed, sang a lot with his eyes shut that night. At one point I even had to herd him back from the edge of the stage if he was going to be doing that but not standing still.

But enough about what the show was like. It was what happened after the show that was the interesting part.

The backstage cocktail party, as far as I could tell, had never really stopped. Maybe it died down a little while we were on the stage, but maybe not. After the last encore, we headed back, and I got sucked into a conversation with someone before I managed to get out of my sweaty stage clothes. Colin eventually rescued me, interrupting me to say they needed me urgently, and then pulling me into the side dressing room and pointing me at the shower facilities.

“You’re a lifesaver,” I told him.

“Of course I am,” he said with a wry smirk. “That’s a sherpa’s job.”

I emerged as quickly as I could, clean, my wet hair combed, wearing one of our tour T-shirts and my denim jacket. Matthew applauded and told me the show had been well worth leaving Manhattan for.

“Have you gone that much native New Yorker?” I asked him.

“Absolutely. My kind are witches and we don’t cross running water without a good reason,” he joked.

Behind him I could see Ziggy talking to Jonathan. They were both smiling and I was intensely curious to know what they were talking about. Colin crossed my field of vision then, too.

Remember before when I said my brain should’ve exploded? Well ,that time it did. The fact that I’d slept with four of the men in the room was rather unprecedented. I felt deeply uncomfortable in that moment. Maybe it was something about being with Matthew, too. I remembered sharply how young and stupid I’d been when he’d first met me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, and patted me on the shoulder.

Then I saw Colin gesturing to me again. What now? I ducked my head into the dressing room once more.

Jonathan and Ziggy were standing there together.

“I promised I’d show you my new car,” J. said. “Ziggy’s going to come, too.”

My eyebrows probably showed I was surprised, but you know, I tried to act cool about it. “Sure thing.” If we were just driving back to the city then I supposed it didn’t matter. If J. wanted to catch up we could do it once we got there.

So, we skipped out. They assured me Carynne knew J. was driving us, so I didn’t worry about trying to find her to tell her myself.

J. proved he was a native New Jerseyan, taking us out the back way and onto one of the hundreds of two-lane highways criss-crossing the county and the state. He had the windows down and the radio on WDHA and I started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Ziggy hung between the two front seats.

“It’s that… Man. It feels like we just left a concert at the Garden State Arts Center, that’s all.” I turned to look at him. “That’s the place I went to so many concerts as a teenager. I dunno how it was out there tonight, but five or six years ago nobody gave a shit about people drinking in the parking lot unless you made a nuisance of yourselves. So that was basically the place to go and hang out and drink on weekend nights.”

“No kidding.”

“Weeknights, too, in the summer. It was that or the Shore.”

Ziggy cracked up at that point. “Oh my god. I’ve never heard the New Jersey in your accent before.”

“What New Jersey in my accent?”

He cracked up again and even Jonathan was smiling.

“I can’t believe you didn’t hear it before,” I said. “When Courtney showed up I started to revert.”

He nodded. “Now that you say that, I know what you mean. It’s not all the time, but when you say ‘Shore’ it really comes out.”

“That’s because there’s a difference between any old shore and The Shore,” I said.

“Wait wait, let me try it. Shore. Shore. Dammit.”

Jonathan and I both laughed.

“Crap,” Ziggy said. “It’s subtle. It’s… it’s a little bit like Brooklyn, only not as heavy.”

“It’s the Italian you’re hearing,” Jonathan said. “Same influence, but it comes through a little differently here. In Brooklyn you have ‘ah fuggedabout dem bums.’ Here it’s more like…” He paused to rack his brain for a suitably New Jerseyan phrase.

“How do you empty out a bar in New Jersey?” I asked.

“Wait, you’ve told me this one before,” Ziggy said. “Except I can’t remember the punch line.”

“It’s: Hey Vinny! Your Camaro’s on fire!” It came out “fiyah” of course. Except I’d lived in Boston so long at that point it came out more like the Southie Irish “fiyah” than the New Jersey guido version. Ziggy got the point anyway. I went on to explain, “So the interesting thing is that ‘guidos’ aren’t just Italian. Not anymore, anyway.”

“It’s more of a working class thing,” Jonathan said.

“Shut your mouth, Ivy League,” I joked. “I will slap you upside the head if you use the word socioeconomic.”

Jonathan sniggered and swerved a little, not too badly though. I put my eyes back on the road then, and got a sudden run of goosebumps up my arms. “Oh shit. Where are you taking us?”

“I thought you might like to see the old place.”

“Which old place? Fucking hell, J.”

“Madison’s. It’s still there.”

Okay, that piqued my interest. “No shit? Really?” Except, of course Maddie’s was still there. Nothing ever changed at that place.

“They’re in the phone book anyway. If you’re really not up for a drive-by, we can head north until we meet up with the Parkway again.”

I looked at Ziggy. Ziggy gave me a shrug, but I could tell he was pretty curious.

“Wait a second. You two planned this,” I said.

“We talked about it while you were busy,” Ziggy answered. “I want to see it. The place you played when you were twelve.”

“Until I was about fourteen,” I felt the need to say.

They both nodded like they were humoring me. That’s because they were. The bastards.

(Phew, correct song finally restored! Enjoy…)

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Comments 6

  1. mb wrote:

    lol! I never thought about the fact that in Jersey “shore” (as in “down the…” of course) becomes sort of…two syllables? My accent’s gone pretty Ivy League too since college and grad school. This is the joke I always use to demonstrate the hideous torture I can inflict on vowels or any d’s and t’s. The punchline only works said aloud with a proper Jersey accent and delivery:

    So this guy moves into a new town and decides to host a house party to meet his new neighbors. He figures a costume party will break the ice, so he asks everyone to come dressed as an emotion. Party day comes, doorbell rings, and when he answers it he says, “Oh! Mrs. Montello, dressed all in green, I get it, green with envy! Come in and have a beer.” Doorbell rings again, and he says, “Hi, Frank, I get it, you’re feeling blue. Why don’t you go have a beer with Mrs. Montello.” Doorbell rings again, and when he answers the door he sees it’s the three mobsters from down the street- they kinda scare him, but he was afraid what would happen if he didn’t invite them. But when he sees them he gets even more nervous, because he can’t tell what they’re supposed to be. The first mobster is just standing there, dressed normally, but he’s got his fingers stuffed into a pear. The second is standing there in a cocktail dress. And the third is naked, except he’s got his schlong in a bowl of pudding. So he says, “Hey! Thanks for coming- those are great costumes, guys, but you’re gonna have to help me out here. What are you?” And the first mobster replies, “I’m in ‘dis pear,” and the second says, “I’m in ‘dis dress,” and the last says, “I’m fuckin’ dis custard!”

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    ctan Reply:

    I have just told the joke out loud to my assistant, who, as it happens, is ALSO from New Jersey, and we’re laughing so hard I have to blow my nose. :-)

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    corwin Reply:

    I just snorted fried rice all over the lunch table at work. Fortunately, I’m dining alone…

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    ctan Reply:

    *snerk*

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    Emma Reply:

    I tried to say this out loud, and it just came out sounding Geordie or something else northern, but I guess that’s cause I’m English haha

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    ctan Reply:

    Grin. If you’ve ever watched the TV show “The Sopranos” or, well, “Jersey Shore,” you’ve heard the accent. (I’ve never watched either, but so folks tell me.)

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    Posted 05 Feb 2013 at 12:56 pm
  2. Walker wrote:

    As the girl who was born and raised here at the Shore I gotta say I’m a bit disappointed that Daron is/was a Benny I think I kinda always envisioned him being from Asbury or Point. Also need to point out that the”Jersey” accent you are referring to is really a north jersey/ New York thing central and south jersey don’t really have it unless they are transplanted from north jersey lol I can do the joke no problem but that’s not really how anyone around here talks unless they are joking around. So now I’m thinking Hoboken or Edison ? Where are you from lol? Love the Arts center reference I’m there at least once a year to see a show :) also I found this pic and totally thought Ziggy so I decided to share http://celteros.tumblr.com/image/41849381196

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    ctan Reply:

    Niiice picture!

    As for where Daron’s from, I couldn’t make him from Asbury Park because of the Springsteen association and there’s too much of a music scene there, and it couldn’t be Point Pleasant–or even Monmouth, where the beach sucks but at least there’s a beach–because neither of those would have been boring enough. So it had to be inland. When I was first writing in the 80s I thought maybe Tom’s River (I have cousins there) or Brick, but they weren’t quite right. I got my drivers license in 1984 and spent that summer and the next one driving all over New Jersey looking for 1) comic book shops, and 2) where Daron was from. I eventually found the town I wanted. What I have NOT found in the past 10-15 years, though, is the notebook where I wrote down which town it was. I’ll probably say more about this in a liner note. I don’t think it was Aberdeen or Holmdel, because I don’t think either of them has a downtown area where a place like Madison’s and the shoe store Digger ran would have been. I don’t think it was Perth Amboy (too big).

    There’s a good chance it was Red Bank. Wherever it was, it had to be south of Perth Amboy and either north or inland from Seaside Heights.

    As for the accent, it’s definitely Central Jersey, not North or South.

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    Posted 05 Feb 2013 at 3:52 pm
  3. deb h wrote:

    loved it ,I never really understood the whole jersey thing,never watched jersey shore ,I went to ny one time and it was too much for me ,I’ll take my quite live.

    hope Daron is not too disappointed in his old haunts ,sometimes they are good but mostly they just made me sad when I have gone back.

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    ctan Reply:

    It’ll be the first time he ever “goes back” anywhere. You’ll see next chapter. :-)

    New Jersey is not like New York. The state of NJ has everything the whole US has, sort of condensed into one state. Mountainous northwest, urban north, suburban and agricultural middle, agricultural south complete with hick towns and speed traps, and eastern beaches. I’ve never watched jersey shore, but the movies of Kevin Smith (Clerks and Mallrats in particular) and also the film Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle capture slices of the milieu pretty well.

    Daron says we have to do a list of movies set in new jersey now…

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    Posted 05 Feb 2013 at 8:13 pm
  4. steve wrote:

    Aw. And I was thinking three-way.

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    ctan Reply:

    Who says it’s not going there later? ;-)

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    daron Reply:

    ME. That’s who. omg get your mind out of the gutter.

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    ctan Reply:

    Just kidding!! Calm down.

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    JB Starre Reply:

    LOL

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    Posted 06 Feb 2013 at 9:00 pm
  5. Sara Winters wrote:

    Collusion. Scary.

    And yeah, I thought three-way conspiracy for a second and thought Daron might stop breathing if Ziggy suggested it. (I assume J is still very much against sharing.)

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    ctan Reply:

    Daron would probably explode if J. and Ziggy tag-teamed him. Sexually, that is.

    I don’t think J. is “against sharing” so much as he’s trying to negotiate a niche for Daron and he to have a relationship that is theirs, a space or boundary to call their own.

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    Posted 31 Mar 2013 at 11:25 pm
  6. s wrote:

    This has ‘awkward’ written all over it…somehow it doesn’t seem to be, yet. But oh does it have the potential.

    …still expecting a meltdown from someone…

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    Posted 01 Apr 2015 at 12:56 pm

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