Last night, I played before, after and in between three bands that I think fall into the "metalcore" category. Don't ask me. I don't get all of those metal and hardcore subgenres. Now, this isn't such a bad thing considering that one of the best gigs of my life was the night that Carlos and I opened up for Crom, where we, literally, had people hanging from the rafters. And, overall, last night's gig went surprisingly well. I haven't practiced I don't know how long, didn't know what I was going to play and didn't bring my monitor. That said, outside of some volume issues at one or two points, it was a tight set. I didn't write down a playlist, though. (But I can tell you that I love Carlos' Nam:Live "Church of Nam" 12" and that people were dancing and loving it.)

Anyhow, in my little corner of Red Dragon Studios, I grabbed the Stevie Nicks album that B. Monsoon gave me for my birthday and played "Stand Back," thus making my friend (who booked me) dance and scream "Liz! I love this song." Then, as I was about to dance my way into mixing The Gossip "Standing in the Way of Control," a guy approached me. He had long blonde hair, a straggly goatee and was wearing a blazer and jeans. Total Seattle dinner party, not your typical trainspotter look.

"I don't think anyone is enjoying this," he said.

I laughed, thinking he was joking. "Well, they should."

Then he just stared at me like I was delusional. I also detected an eyeroll.

Hey, I think I just got dissed.

Had I not been having such a good night, I would have snapped back at him. However, I was in the midst of playing Songs of Female Empowerment and no silly longhaired boy was going to throw me into a tailspin. I said nothing. He walked away.

An hour later, one of the bands was prepping the stage and I heard the second of two people ask to use my power strip. Guess who it was.

For only the second time in my life, I was dissed by someone on the same bill as me (totally not cool). This time, however, I was nice and let the guy use my power strip.