Seems in vogue to be a closet misogynist homophobe
Having spent the last 24+ hours in a state of euphoria, I am now in a mental state that will allow me to discuss last night's events rationally. But, first, Tori's Canada improv:
The summary of what follows: B was his usual annoyingly beautiful self, my hair frizzed from the rain, and Tori was (quite obviously) amazing.
First off, I couldn't have picked a better person to go with. Not only does B appreciate Tori, but he is endlessly entertaining (we had about ten new ongoing jokes by the end of the night that no one else would a)understand or b)find even vaguely amusing), knows his way around Vancouver (without him, I would have been hopelessly lost), and is one of my favourite people in the world. And he enjoys ogling attractive men as much as I do, which meant that we had a running commentary going on anyone who walked by us. (There were a couple of points where I had to tell him that he was getting desperate.)
I was pleased to find that my heels made me nearly as tall as him.
So, a wildly frantic morning, a ferry ride on which I dozed, a bus ride that took forever on which I tried very hard not to doze, and some poor navigating à pied later, I found my hotel and we met for dinner. Some ogling of the waiter and a randomly deep conversation about religion and life later, we gave in to our sickening excitement to stroll over to the Orpheum, taking out some people with umbrellas in the process.
Now, the show.
The opening act-Yoav?-was amazing. I didn't realise you could do those things with a guitar. No, seriously. (Then again, I know little about guitars.) (Note on past opening acts: Howie Day apparently ended dating Britney Spears when they were in rehab together. How the mighty have fallen.)
Pre-show, we decided that the only 'doll' we didn't want was Santa, and that Pip or Clyde would be preferred, although Isabel would mean Almost Rosey (I thought I was the only person in the world who loved that song, but apparently I was wrong). The world, being the world, gave us Santa.
And I have absolutely no complaints. (The set list)
After that, I don't think that I'll ever be content again with just an album. The energy was incredible, not a huge amount of interaction with the audience, but it was surreal anyway. She played so many songs that I didn't even consider hoping for, like She's Your Cocaine (no words for how much I love it), Siren (she changed the "Southern land" line to "northern"), Pancake (see entry title), and Raspberry Swirl-so many times that we glanced at each other with shocked expressions of 'I can't believe it!'-as well as the expected (but nevertheless good) ones. (The Bug A Martini intro made me giggle as well.)
Winter was as heart-wrenching as always-more so, really-and the note she ended on was absolutely perfect. Bliss and Code Red followed by Precious Things for the encore (I really wanted to hear 'so you can make me cum that doesn't make you Jesus' live, and I got my wish).
Like I said, no meet and greet, but we did get a wave from the back door, and I was shocked to see how tiny she actually is.
Then it was over and I wasn't disappointed (just thrilled and beginning to feel sleepy), although now I'm a bit sad that my next major thing to be excited for is six months away...
And i must yet again collapse into bed, but before I do, a few pictures:
Santa
And as Tori (the sequins! oh the sequins!)
ETA: And I'm a total idiot for forgetting to mention this, but thehalflie surprised me this morning by showing me a piece of a Lucius-centric oneshot that I wrote that she is translating into French. I like my writing so much more when it's in a language I don't entirely understand.
Click to viewThe summary of what follows: B was his usual annoyingly beautiful self, my hair frizzed from the rain, and Tori was (quite obviously) amazing.
First off, I couldn't have picked a better person to go with. Not only does B appreciate Tori, but he is endlessly entertaining (we had about ten new ongoing jokes by the end of the night that no one else would a)understand or b)find even vaguely amusing), knows his way around Vancouver (without him, I would have been hopelessly lost), and is one of my favourite people in the world. And he enjoys ogling attractive men as much as I do, which meant that we had a running commentary going on anyone who walked by us. (There were a couple of points where I had to tell him that he was getting desperate.)
I was pleased to find that my heels made me nearly as tall as him.
So, a wildly frantic morning, a ferry ride on which I dozed, a bus ride that took forever on which I tried very hard not to doze, and some poor navigating à pied later, I found my hotel and we met for dinner. Some ogling of the waiter and a randomly deep conversation about religion and life later, we gave in to our sickening excitement to stroll over to the Orpheum, taking out some people with umbrellas in the process.
Now, the show.
The opening act-Yoav?-was amazing. I didn't realise you could do those things with a guitar. No, seriously. (Then again, I know little about guitars.) (Note on past opening acts: Howie Day apparently ended dating Britney Spears when they were in rehab together. How the mighty have fallen.)
Pre-show, we decided that the only 'doll' we didn't want was Santa, and that Pip or Clyde would be preferred, although Isabel would mean Almost Rosey (I thought I was the only person in the world who loved that song, but apparently I was wrong). The world, being the world, gave us Santa.
And I have absolutely no complaints. (The set list)
After that, I don't think that I'll ever be content again with just an album. The energy was incredible, not a huge amount of interaction with the audience, but it was surreal anyway. She played so many songs that I didn't even consider hoping for, like She's Your Cocaine (no words for how much I love it), Siren (she changed the "Southern land" line to "northern"), Pancake (see entry title), and Raspberry Swirl-so many times that we glanced at each other with shocked expressions of 'I can't believe it!'-as well as the expected (but nevertheless good) ones. (The Bug A Martini intro made me giggle as well.)
Winter was as heart-wrenching as always-more so, really-and the note she ended on was absolutely perfect. Bliss and Code Red followed by Precious Things for the encore (I really wanted to hear 'so you can make me cum that doesn't make you Jesus' live, and I got my wish).
Like I said, no meet and greet, but we did get a wave from the back door, and I was shocked to see how tiny she actually is.
Then it was over and I wasn't disappointed (just thrilled and beginning to feel sleepy), although now I'm a bit sad that my next major thing to be excited for is six months away...
And i must yet again collapse into bed, but before I do, a few pictures:
Santa
And as Tori (the sequins! oh the sequins!)
ETA: And I'm a total idiot for forgetting to mention this, but thehalflie surprised me this morning by showing me a piece of a Lucius-centric oneshot that I wrote that she is translating into French. I like my writing so much more when it's in a language I don't entirely understand.