I am way too tired to write an extensive review of my thoughts and feelings about the show last night, so I'm just going to post a few pictures with brief descriptions. I won't even summarize the event, let's just say it was somewhat multi-media. The couple pictured above are: Bill, my homeboy and the bassist in my band, and Christina, his high school sweetheart, who happens to be married to a Japanese man in Japan. The pictures below are of the artwork in the venue. I should have the names if I'm posting people's work, but it's not like anyone will see this. I like these ethereal, girly ones.
And I liked the stove, of all the photographs.
Here is Michelle, cupping her hand to Tia's ear because it was so fucking loud. Why do they always do that? It wasn't appropriate here, I was worried about losing my voice beforehand from screaming in conversation, and it's a good thing people can't smoke in bars anymore. I was thinking about that, the old days, for singers. But Luckily, people said our levels were good and not painful at all. The sound person did a horrible job for everyone but my band apparently! Actually the one after us sounded good too, maybe he just didn't know what to do with the rockabillies.
Here are the three of us. Yes I am the scary blue eyed one. I was both scary and scared when this picture was taken (by me) as about to go on stage to sing. I had many worries, mainly that I would make Mischa feel mortified and repulsed by myself. Thank fucking God she was so sweet to me and even supportive the night before when I couldn't sleep and she is always good at talking through anxiety. Anyway she said I seemed "humble" rather than "boring performer" and said all kinds of nice things so now my worst fears are over and who cares what anybody else thinks.
well then dahling, allow me to tell the viewers how AMAZING you were. although id heard some recordings, did not know at all what to expect, (especially considering most of what i had heard was the self criticisms of a modest mouse) and what i got sooooo exceeded my expectations. and i'm now allowed to be a real-deal fan, because ive finally heard the music. and im sold. the one number one place im more than capable of filling in life is that of being your number one groupie and fan. if i hadnt written that poem weeks ago about your musical pursuit, id write it again now. a great stage presence, a poetic lyricist, and a powerful voice - what more do you need??? youve got it all, da-ding. and now when you're nervous and worried, i'll really know that it's going to be okay. it will have to be, because you've got what it takes. on top of the already voluminous A+++ qualities ive found in one (little) person, i now know that on top of it, i've caught the brightest shiniest shooting rock star... 'catch a falling star and put it in your pocket...' come fall into my lap. then i'll squish you into the pocket size version ive always wanted, and we'll be all set.
ReplyDeletethank you mischa. and i'll do way more than sign your (perfect) boobies :O
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