Tonight I kicked off the weekend in style for once and did Actual Stuff. Stuff was of course the Amanda Palmer gig I have been mentioning on and off for a few weeks. I was quite excited because I really like The Dresden Dolls, I haven’t been to a gig in ages and G was coming with me and we haven’t done anything datey in…well too long.
When I bought the tickets I did have a passing thought as to whether a certain crazy haired individual might make an appearance but dismissed it as my being silly, as we all know I am from time to time. As we passed the entrance to the Koko and I said, “I’m sure I just saw Neil go in” G rolled her eyes and I conceded I was being silly.
Thing is: I was right.
Once we were inside and settled with drinks it became very apparent – because we seemed to be standing next to someone he knew – that he was indeed in the VIP area. Later there was a reading – of the story from the record (Who killed Amanda Palmer?) and somewhat bizarrely (but very fun) a brief stint on the tambourine. And somehow he beat me to blogging about it despite my attempting to use my phone.
I think he has some kind of elf living in his hair with a 3.5G connection taking transcription.
I may have been drinking.
Anyway, it was a fantastic show and Amanda Palmer was amazing – particularly given she did the whole show with a broken foot. I also – and somewhat unusually enjoyed both support acts (Jason Webley and Zoe Keating) and the Danger Ensemble were brilliant. G smiled all the way home in spite of being really quite poorly.
There was a tiny bit of debate as to whether I’d gone all fanboy again. I may have inadvertently, before I realised I was doing it, gestured in Neil’s direction, merely so G could see I wasn’t going mad you understand. And I may, possibly, have tried to wave discreetly at one point, but there was a fly as well…honest. My only solace is I think I was safely unseen.
Sigh. One day I will learn to be cool. And maybe I’ll get a chance to say thanks.
If you’re looking for today’s flash you can read it here.
If you are going to stalk your idols you have to throw away any delusions of coolness. Having weird shoes and an accent does help though…
I’m not stalking him. I am however more than capable of funny accents and odd shoes.