Memories of a Fold Moment.

Ben Folds has a tune entitled, "Rock This Bitch."

It's not really so much a tune as it is an improv moment of complete and wonderful piano genius. He made the mistake of adding it to one of his live albums and ever since that glorious album was released, die-hard fans have coaxed him into performing it at a lot of his concerts.

The last Folds concert I attended was in May in Niagara Falls, New York. It wasn't as mind blowing wonderful as the other two I had seen previously that year, but as all Ben experiences are some sort of wonderful for me, I enjoyed myself none-the-less.

I've waited many-o-year for an opportunity to hear Ben Folds play, "Evaporated" (Download it, you fool). It has been and will always be my favourite song by him and on that chilly, May evening in the gym of Niagara University Ben said,

"I'm feeling a little sentimental tonight." and followed his thought with the first chord of Evaporated.

I shit my pants.

But then some fucking tool yelled out, "ROCK THIS BITCH." and all was lost.

Don't get me wrong, Rock This Bitch is a quality, Ben-talented tune, but it's not the song that I built the entire development of my teen years on. I thought that, that wondrous moment would have been a life defining moment for me. I thought that perhaps I would end up weeping on the floor, while listening to a sentimental Ben coo out his most emotional song. I thought I would have been reduced to a sniffling pile of pathetic snot and I was greatly looking forward to it.

But I went with the flow.

At first Ben protested.

"I've played Rock This Bitch too many times. There's not anymore styles left."

But the crowd persisted.

The same scenario had played out on one of his B-Side albums that had been released earlier in the year. Cleverly, some moron in the first row blurted out, "Rock out with your cock out" and Ben was so taken with him that he, on the spot, composed a little ditty about rocking a bitch without his socks on. It's a magical song. Download it, you tool.

So I being the clever girl that I am yelled out, "rock out with your cock out!" in an overly quiet moment in the overly hot gymnasium and Ben smiled.

He looked in my general direction, smiled and started playing, "Rock This Bitch" in an overly-sappy American, love Anthem, hitting on how he had visited Canada the same day and when returning to the US, dropped to his knees and kissed the ground.

I giggled. And I almost wept. Ben and I had shared a moment. It will live on in my memory like a beautiful butterfly of love and joy.

And randomly, I didn't feel the need to express the importance of the moment the day that it happened. I am such a tool.

"Alright Loss Anga-leese. Y'know my friends, they asked me, "Where you playin' this weekend?" And I said, "Loss Anga-leese." And they said, "Whhaatt? Loss Anga-leese is for pussies!" And I said, "Like blow me, Loss Anga-leese fuckin' Rah-a-a-a-a-a-cks."