At this moment I'm relishing Third Eye Blind's blue. Can I make Stephan my boyfriend? I call dibs.

I met him, you know. In 1997, also known as the Best Summer Ever, in D.C., at the HFStival. They had mild radio play with "Semi-Charmed Life" at that point, and were just second stagers. Success stories like The Cardigans and Verve "We Were Only Freshman" Pipe were inside RFK.

A fellow intern and I bought tickets at the very last minute from some Senate staffer who had actual grown-up plans that weekend.

Vicky's one of those girls who has to meet the band. It doesn't really matter what band; she just has to get backstage at least once. Not in a groupie way either, just in a I like your style/music/message way.

Since 3EB played outside, their backstage was just the bus area. We stood beside the stage, basically waiting for anyone. I think she actually wanted to meet Squirrel Nut Zippers. . . .

We were standing there when out of nowhere come Jenkins and his posse. Vicky picked a card up off the ground and asked him to sign it.

SJ: Wow, I've made it. I'm signing trash.

And then, I swear to god, he grabbed my bare shoulder and actually said "How you doin'." We told him it was nice to meet him, and all the while still gripping me said how great it was to meet us as well.

He was a little too Chach for me. Actually, he really creeped me out. And now he makes me roll on lust waves like tsunamis.

Oh, Cool Guy just brought me two new CDs: Teddy Thompson and Morrissey.

Check ya later, Steveo.