2006-01-29 - 7:08 p.m.
The show last Tuesday was incredible. It brought to mind thoughts of church, and I don't mean that in the bad way. Opener was the ex frontman for Cathernine Wheel, and the secondary guy's name was Tom Brosseau. Through both of those sets I was in the back room playing pool with a fairly cool couple, and not playing pool with their friend.
The headliner, and the female vocalist I'd gone to see and gone a bit around the bend over is Brandi Carlile. Incredible voice, incredible performer. The twins also busted ass, and props go to Coach their new drummer. Everybody busted ass, a good time was had by many and fuck the rest of 'em. There probably were no "the rest of 'em," but I'd hate to exclude anybody. Just before the last song before the encore she mentioned it'd be the last song, then corrected herself and said it'd be the fake last song, then went on about how she thinks it's pretentious that bands go off stage only to come back on and play a couple more songs. "I'm gonna do it, but I think it's pretentious."
For the encore she and Tom Brosseau (whose cd I'd already bought on the basis of the mp3's I'd jacked from his website) did an acoustic cover of Folsom Prison Blues, him doing the first bit, her doing the second, so on. And just after I'd started thinking of a preacher I hadn't seen since I was six (who had once compared Moses to Peter Falk's Columbo), she finished with Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah.
After the show there was signing and meet and greet and photo time and all that jazz, and I got in line realizing that the only thing I had for her to sign was the cd I'd bought at the show, an almost entirely black cardboard sleeve type case, similarly colored disk. I told her the show was awesome, I told her the other cd was in the car, she said she'd find a place to sign, and she did. I thanked her, took that cd out to my car and got the other one, and got back in line to not talk to her some more. I managed to be a human being with the other musicians, but I couldn't seem to say anything intelligent to this girl. I was tongue-tied. Some of you, at least, should have an idea of how rare that is for me.
On another note, I should apologize in advance, as I have not been for the past couple weeks and will probably continue to not be myself for an unknown amount of time to come. A friend of mine, and by friend I mean a guy I fucking loathed, hung himself a couple weeks back. This has had an effect on me that I wouldn't have predicted, and still can't quite put my finger on. He was a racist, misogynistic prick who stole from his friends and valued others about as well as he valued himself. Still, I gained a strange kind of respect for him on hearing he killed himself. He'd been talking about it for as long as I've (I'd) known him, at least eight years, and he finally followed through.
Come to think of it, this is an apology in retrospect AND advance. That's probably expecting too much from one apology, so I'll try to apologize again later. Don't hold your fucking breath, though.
