Damien Rice!
I'm way too tired to write a report right now so I'm just gonna say I had an awesome evening despite last minute panic when my friend that was going with me called at 8:30 and told me she was on her way to the ER with her little boy and could I pick her up there. (He was ok, not broken, just popped his elbow out of the socket apparently but we didn't know that until after we got out again since there were no phones allowed. My poor friend was freaking out a bit by then and feeling really guilty for leaving him with his dad at the ER.)
We still got there early and were second in the queue. We sat right in front of Damien, so close I could have reached forward and touched his toes if I wanted to. Not that I did. *is not that creepy* It was all very relaxed and nice and he was clearly enjoying himself a lot, joking and laughing and using the word fuck in every other sentence. *g*
He did a beautiful version of Rootless Tree that had me tearing up. He did some new songs but more of the old ones than he had done at the previous sessions because he had 'weeded out the ones that didn't work'. We got to sing the chorus on one song, he even did an extra recording of just us without his singing. It was awesome (but I doubt awesome enough to make it on the album, lol). The cellist was amazing. (Plus I totally fell in love with her boots.)
Only down thing was the asshole behind us in the queue who then sat beside us on the floor. First he was being a real smartass in the queue, talking shit about the music and how an Icelandic singer was the greatest (Bubbi) and then went on about how "those two faggots had ruined the song Rómeó og Júlía" (it's too complicated to explain to non-Icelanders). Then when he got inside, despite that everyone had been asked to sit completely still and preferably not even breathe while each song was being recorded he kept fidgeting and rubbing his feet together and chewing gum, all the while with this bored expression on his face. I wanted to hit him. I'm surprised he wasn't asked to leave because he was so noisy. Fucking asshole.
Other than that, fabulous evening. I shook Damien's hand after and thanked him, told him how wonderful it had been, then shook the hand of the cellist as well (why can't I remember her name?) and she told me we were the best audience. *g* Thankfully she didn't recognise me as the one telling her to hurry up on the toilet before the thing started. (There was a long queue and it was about to start and I was stressed and I didn't know it was her, ok? *is so embarrassed* And then I was the last one to get to the toilet and so when I got out everyone was waiting for me to get back to my seat. *is even more embarrassed*)
Haha, guess I wrote a report after all. And now it's very, very late and hubby is snoring on the couch. Better get him to bed.
We still got there early and were second in the queue. We sat right in front of Damien, so close I could have reached forward and touched his toes if I wanted to. Not that I did. *is not that creepy* It was all very relaxed and nice and he was clearly enjoying himself a lot, joking and laughing and using the word fuck in every other sentence. *g*
He did a beautiful version of Rootless Tree that had me tearing up. He did some new songs but more of the old ones than he had done at the previous sessions because he had 'weeded out the ones that didn't work'. We got to sing the chorus on one song, he even did an extra recording of just us without his singing. It was awesome (but I doubt awesome enough to make it on the album, lol). The cellist was amazing. (Plus I totally fell in love with her boots.)
Only down thing was the asshole behind us in the queue who then sat beside us on the floor. First he was being a real smartass in the queue, talking shit about the music and how an Icelandic singer was the greatest (Bubbi) and then went on about how "those two faggots had ruined the song Rómeó og Júlía" (it's too complicated to explain to non-Icelanders). Then when he got inside, despite that everyone had been asked to sit completely still and preferably not even breathe while each song was being recorded he kept fidgeting and rubbing his feet together and chewing gum, all the while with this bored expression on his face. I wanted to hit him. I'm surprised he wasn't asked to leave because he was so noisy. Fucking asshole.
Other than that, fabulous evening. I shook Damien's hand after and thanked him, told him how wonderful it had been, then shook the hand of the cellist as well (why can't I remember her name?) and she told me we were the best audience. *g* Thankfully she didn't recognise me as the one telling her to hurry up on the toilet before the thing started. (There was a long queue and it was about to start and I was stressed and I didn't know it was her, ok? *is so embarrassed* And then I was the last one to get to the toilet and so when I got out everyone was waiting for me to get back to my seat. *is even more embarrassed*)
Haha, guess I wrote a report after all. And now it's very, very late and hubby is snoring on the couch. Better get him to bed.