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John Vanderslice is awesome.
St. Vincent is also rather awesome, in a weird Regina Spektor only with guitar and a bit more 1920s kind of way. She was freaking awesome with the guitar, though. Very entertaining.
(I figure John doesn't need an explanation. I'm going to call him John now, for this entry, because he let me call him John, and he signed my ticket for Daichan, and was amused and asked us for the website. It's a shame the camera batteries died, or we'd have pictures.)
So yeah... the concert was awesome. Nuts, even. With people in the audience singing on stage, and playing the bass, and John's general cynicalness about selling us pillowcases. The only slight problem was that it was a sit-down theatre, and no one stood to dance. Well, actually there were about five girls in the front row that stood to dance a couple of times. They were very bleached-blonde and kind of quintessentially groupies (which was... weird). And one of them was wearing the most ridiculous-looking shirt I've ever seen. It was black button-down, but she had it unbuttoned all the way down below the middle of her ample bosom, so they were just sort of... hanging out there. It gave me a terrible fit of the giggles. It was that ridiculous.
In conclusion: fun! Even though it was Friday the 13th and afterwards (okay, so at that point it was after one and no longer Friday the 13th) when I tried to call the CTA it kept me on hold forever, then rang and rang, and finally concluded with 'We're sorry. Extension Six. Six. Six. is not answering.' At least that wasn't an omen that we wouldn't survive the trip back because, yay, here I am!
St. Vincent is also rather awesome, in a weird Regina Spektor only with guitar and a bit more 1920s kind of way. She was freaking awesome with the guitar, though. Very entertaining.
(I figure John doesn't need an explanation. I'm going to call him John now, for this entry, because he let me call him John, and he signed my ticket for Daichan, and was amused and asked us for the website. It's a shame the camera batteries died, or we'd have pictures.)
So yeah... the concert was awesome. Nuts, even. With people in the audience singing on stage, and playing the bass, and John's general cynicalness about selling us pillowcases. The only slight problem was that it was a sit-down theatre, and no one stood to dance. Well, actually there were about five girls in the front row that stood to dance a couple of times. They were very bleached-blonde and kind of quintessentially groupies (which was... weird). And one of them was wearing the most ridiculous-looking shirt I've ever seen. It was black button-down, but she had it unbuttoned all the way down below the middle of her ample bosom, so they were just sort of... hanging out there. It gave me a terrible fit of the giggles. It was that ridiculous.
In conclusion: fun! Even though it was Friday the 13th and afterwards (okay, so at that point it was after one and no longer Friday the 13th) when I tried to call the CTA it kept me on hold forever, then rang and rang, and finally concluded with 'We're sorry. Extension Six. Six. Six. is not answering.' At least that wasn't an omen that we wouldn't survive the trip back because, yay, here I am!
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