Post by bejoes on Sept 26, 2010 12:45:01 GMT
my review, copied from my Livejournal:
Dear life,
thank you for not being a total pain in the ass all of the time. friday, for example, was *the* way to do it, if you ever need an example if you don't know what to do with me and think "oh, fuck it." Because, really, it can only go wrong if you do that.
thank you for not letting us be too late at the gig, even though we kinda were and I had been freaking out for about half an hour (maybe more, but at the time I didn't dare to look at the clock anymore).
thank you for the pleasant place where the gig was. I have a great dislike for modern places up to the point that I make a damn point of it, and the "wine basement brick look" was just the way to go. the basement thing did wonders to the temperature too, so there was no eyeliner running down my cheeks or huge armpit-pools. though it could have been the lack of people attending the gig.... I've seen bars with more people. I think there was a remarkable amount of 10 fangirls (at the most), and about 20 people who were an odd mix of journalists, creepy 60 year old fangirly guys and subscribers. the lack of enthousiasm, though frowned upon because they deserve better (dammit!) did give us a good place at the front, on the right side.
oh, and thank you for not making me deaf even after standing only a metre from the speakers for the entire time.
thank you for making me the proud, gleefully owner of two band t-shirts in one week. the shirt from The Doors is average enough to wear anytime and fits comfortably and snugly. the other one is simply spectacuLAR. (heh, got that one?)
and even though they didn't have any cds at the merch booth for unknown reasons, my new autographed limited edition vinyl single of-which-only-1000-copies-exist feels more than special enough. I'm planning to buy the cd online, maybe with a few badges.... so thank you for that.
and let's not forget the lines to "Home" which I grabbed just in time when all the setlists were snatched away. it's even drowned in something that could be water, beer, or maybe even Steve-fluids.... *sniffs the exclusivity of it*
and thank you, and all the other higher, lower and regular powers & forces for Trillie. she asked a roadie if Steve would come out for a chat with me, 'after all, she started drumming because of him' and succeeding. Oh My Stars.
She did an awesome job at keeping the blubbering mess that I was semi-decent, and I did chat with Steve for a while. we talked about drumming, Dave Grohl and Led Zeppelin. Trillie asked him if she could take a picture of us, and she said 'show me the love'. it kinda blurred before my eyes then, because he squeezed me with his warm arms and said 'Luuuuuuurvvee'. so that explains the enormous amount of happyness and rainbows on the pic, and his slightly pouty mouth.
there are actually rays of sunshine and rainbows shooting out of my eyes.
after our talk he went to his band mates (kind of awkwardly, because we both didn't know for sure if our conversation was finished), and we packed up to leave.
okay. I confess. I was a total fangirl. okay, okay, I am.
this gig gave me a mental push to become a better drummer girl. I needed this more than I'd imagined. it definitely ranks high in my top 10 of Best Gigs I've Been To, somewhere between Patrick Wolf and Queens Of The Stone Age. and not only because I had the opportunity to go up and talk to him, but because the gig itself was amazing. Steve puts so much emotion and power in his songs, that he makes placebo bite the dust. it was a 'fuck you' and a goodbye, as soothing as a good cry can be.
by the way, I checked the source of the above interview and the guy who wrote it was standing right next to me- I recognise the photographs he made from his camera. and we were definitely NOT drooling! (I think?)
Dear life,
thank you for not being a total pain in the ass all of the time. friday, for example, was *the* way to do it, if you ever need an example if you don't know what to do with me and think "oh, fuck it." Because, really, it can only go wrong if you do that.
thank you for not letting us be too late at the gig, even though we kinda were and I had been freaking out for about half an hour (maybe more, but at the time I didn't dare to look at the clock anymore).
thank you for the pleasant place where the gig was. I have a great dislike for modern places up to the point that I make a damn point of it, and the "wine basement brick look" was just the way to go. the basement thing did wonders to the temperature too, so there was no eyeliner running down my cheeks or huge armpit-pools. though it could have been the lack of people attending the gig.... I've seen bars with more people. I think there was a remarkable amount of 10 fangirls (at the most), and about 20 people who were an odd mix of journalists, creepy 60 year old fangirly guys and subscribers. the lack of enthousiasm, though frowned upon because they deserve better (dammit!) did give us a good place at the front, on the right side.
oh, and thank you for not making me deaf even after standing only a metre from the speakers for the entire time.
thank you for making me the proud, gleefully owner of two band t-shirts in one week. the shirt from The Doors is average enough to wear anytime and fits comfortably and snugly. the other one is simply spectacuLAR. (heh, got that one?)
and even though they didn't have any cds at the merch booth for unknown reasons, my new autographed limited edition vinyl single of-which-only-1000-copies-exist feels more than special enough. I'm planning to buy the cd online, maybe with a few badges.... so thank you for that.
and let's not forget the lines to "Home" which I grabbed just in time when all the setlists were snatched away. it's even drowned in something that could be water, beer, or maybe even Steve-fluids.... *sniffs the exclusivity of it*
and thank you, and all the other higher, lower and regular powers & forces for Trillie. she asked a roadie if Steve would come out for a chat with me, 'after all, she started drumming because of him' and succeeding. Oh My Stars.
She did an awesome job at keeping the blubbering mess that I was semi-decent, and I did chat with Steve for a while. we talked about drumming, Dave Grohl and Led Zeppelin. Trillie asked him if she could take a picture of us, and she said 'show me the love'. it kinda blurred before my eyes then, because he squeezed me with his warm arms and said 'Luuuuuuurvvee'. so that explains the enormous amount of happyness and rainbows on the pic, and his slightly pouty mouth.
there are actually rays of sunshine and rainbows shooting out of my eyes.
after our talk he went to his band mates (kind of awkwardly, because we both didn't know for sure if our conversation was finished), and we packed up to leave.
okay. I confess. I was a total fangirl. okay, okay, I am.
this gig gave me a mental push to become a better drummer girl. I needed this more than I'd imagined. it definitely ranks high in my top 10 of Best Gigs I've Been To, somewhere between Patrick Wolf and Queens Of The Stone Age. and not only because I had the opportunity to go up and talk to him, but because the gig itself was amazing. Steve puts so much emotion and power in his songs, that he makes placebo bite the dust. it was a 'fuck you' and a goodbye, as soothing as a good cry can be.
by the way, I checked the source of the above interview and the guy who wrote it was standing right next to me- I recognise the photographs he made from his camera. and we were definitely NOT drooling! (I think?)
haha and there was nobody else's waiting so it was so cool to chat with him he's so lovely, nice, kind, and funny too ^^ ... the first thing he asked was: how was my voice? it wasn't too bad? ... ;D and i said: ah not at all it was cool you sing very well 
and he hugs me aaaww ^^
S xxx
