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I need to be asleep basically now... I am feeling kind of violated by pitchfork twittering at my concert, so I'm not going to write all I was going to write (also, that girl was right next to me for most of the concert, since I... kind of have a habit of reading people's phones when they're right there...). I am simply going to say this:
If the Gone Primitive tour is coming to your neck of the woods go see it. John Vanderslice is better acoustic than he is normally, I swear (and he's great normally). And also, guys, remember those giant masses of self-control I have in reserve? They were all completely necessary (along with the five-foot high stage) to prevent me from vaulting up and tackle-glomping John Darnielle. You think he sounds awkward and adorable on his albums? Holy crap. Also, he's fantastic. About three songs into his set people started on down to the stage, and everything after that is just a magnificent blur that ended with him and JV playing songs from their new EP about the organ-harvesters on the moon. This EP is officially the second vinyl album in my collection, and its story is actually better than my first record, because I had JV sign it, reminded him about Daichan (I don't think he remembered, and now that I think of it, I'm pretty sure it was three years ago, so I realllly don't blame him), then hung around pretending I was waiting for someone in the furtive hope that perhaps John Darnielle would come out and sign things. In the meantime, I watched the girl who'd inherited his Phantom of the Opera costume (best entrance ever, by the way) wander around the lobby and tried to describe to my mom exactly how much fun the two of them seemed to be having on this tour. And after about fifteen minutes I gave up, and left the theatre, and as soon as I did, two things happened. The bus I was waiting for showed up. And John Darnielle came out a side door and rounded the corner. I believe what I said to my mom was "Oh crap, I knew this would happen"... then I hung up on her, turned on my heel, and said "John! John, sorry, I.. uh, I just wanted to shake your hand" and there was this awkward, brief silence and he said "Sorry, I really don't shake hands, I don't like other people's hands" and I said "Oh, it's okay, sorry!" and then he hugged me. I'm pretty sure I managed not to gush when I said "Thank you! Fantastic show tonight!" and in my mind there was even an appreciative, almost nonchalant laugh but the mind has a habit of mentally repairing potentially (or verifiably, concretely) embarrassing situations... But anyway, the best part about this random occurrence is that I had this cracked-out theory that a hug from John Darnielle would cure the writer's block I believe was caused by Neil Gaiman's evil black hole of writing ability. And I was planning, in the far-off back corners of my mind that also include my "joining the tour on my mandolin" fantasies, on explaining this to him as coherently as possible and then asking for a hug, and being awkwardly turned down. ... So, now I'll just be over here, grinning for a few days. I mean, it's not often one gets a hug from one of her heroes. Especially without even having to ask.
This is also why I didn't have him sign my album. I didn't want to impose any more than I already had. Poor guy.
Oh, and I also managed to catch the bus before it left.
And holy crap it was a good concert. Seriously, seriously fun. Wow. I would go every night if I could, even though I am going to be fifteen kinds of dead tomorrow.
If the Gone Primitive tour is coming to your neck of the woods go see it. John Vanderslice is better acoustic than he is normally, I swear (and he's great normally). And also, guys, remember those giant masses of self-control I have in reserve? They were all completely necessary (along with the five-foot high stage) to prevent me from vaulting up and tackle-glomping John Darnielle. You think he sounds awkward and adorable on his albums? Holy crap. Also, he's fantastic. About three songs into his set people started on down to the stage, and everything after that is just a magnificent blur that ended with him and JV playing songs from their new EP about the organ-harvesters on the moon. This EP is officially the second vinyl album in my collection, and its story is actually better than my first record, because I had JV sign it, reminded him about Daichan (I don't think he remembered, and now that I think of it, I'm pretty sure it was three years ago, so I realllly don't blame him), then hung around pretending I was waiting for someone in the furtive hope that perhaps John Darnielle would come out and sign things. In the meantime, I watched the girl who'd inherited his Phantom of the Opera costume (best entrance ever, by the way) wander around the lobby and tried to describe to my mom exactly how much fun the two of them seemed to be having on this tour. And after about fifteen minutes I gave up, and left the theatre, and as soon as I did, two things happened. The bus I was waiting for showed up. And John Darnielle came out a side door and rounded the corner. I believe what I said to my mom was "Oh crap, I knew this would happen"... then I hung up on her, turned on my heel, and said "John! John, sorry, I.. uh, I just wanted to shake your hand" and there was this awkward, brief silence and he said "Sorry, I really don't shake hands, I don't like other people's hands" and I said "Oh, it's okay, sorry!" and then he hugged me. I'm pretty sure I managed not to gush when I said "Thank you! Fantastic show tonight!" and in my mind there was even an appreciative, almost nonchalant laugh but the mind has a habit of mentally repairing potentially (or verifiably, concretely) embarrassing situations... But anyway, the best part about this random occurrence is that I had this cracked-out theory that a hug from John Darnielle would cure the writer's block I believe was caused by Neil Gaiman's evil black hole of writing ability. And I was planning, in the far-off back corners of my mind that also include my "joining the tour on my mandolin" fantasies, on explaining this to him as coherently as possible and then asking for a hug, and being awkwardly turned down. ... So, now I'll just be over here, grinning for a few days. I mean, it's not often one gets a hug from one of her heroes. Especially without even having to ask.
This is also why I didn't have him sign my album. I didn't want to impose any more than I already had. Poor guy.
Oh, and I also managed to catch the bus before it left.
And holy crap it was a good concert. Seriously, seriously fun. Wow. I would go every night if I could, even though I am going to be fifteen kinds of dead tomorrow.
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