WOW...
Current mood: ecstatic and nostalgic for Badly Drawn Boy
Currently listening to: Badly Drawn Boy - "Year of the Rat"
My crickey doodle. Unbelievable stuff... I now understand. I can't ever forget this concert. Never, ever. Can't ever forget what I was told and what I heard and what I sensed and what I felt and what was transferred over. Redefine rapture.
I went to the Badly Drawn Boy concert yesterday, and it was flat out incredible. They are amazing musicians-- they sound very much better live than they do on CD (not to say that their CD's are not wonderful also).
Not only all this, but I got to meet them. That's right. We were waiting for them to come on stage, and one of the crew guys handed us backstage passes out of the blue. It was incredible. We were ecstatic. We broke curfew by three solid hours and amazingly Katherine's parents didn't seem as though they wanted to murder her, and neither did mine. It's a bit of an overly complex story of how all this happened, but it doesn't matter. I got to meet Chris and Oliver of BDB (cello and violin performers), and I got to shake Damon's hand because I was in the front row, where I comfortably leaned against the stage. The flute fellow seemed to smile at me a lot in appreciation of my appreciation (I was likely the biggest fan there, and I was able to sing along to most songs), and the lead singer sang to the guy in front of him, Katherine, and me.
They took requests and the first requested song they played was the one I screamed out-- "Cause a Rockslide," which was amazing. Damon said that that was the first time anyone had requested that song in the U.S.! They played everything I wanted them to play very badly except for, perhaps, "Walking Out of Stride" and maybe a few others. Played 3 hours. It ended at 1.15 am.
Unfortunately I did not bring my camera because I am a forgetful idiot, but the memories are imprinted in my brain. The signed ticket and the backstage pass are framed. They offered us beer, but we didn't take it because we were so young (and still are!). Cello man could not believe we were as young as we claimed to be.
They were overly hilarious
And they reminded me everything that I needed to remember. They delivered something that was just something else. Amazing stuff. To emphasize the message, Damon articulated the fact that one should do what he/she truly wants to do. I will take that advice.
I sincerely hope I will be able to experience their immense awesomenessitissity again. I don't exactly know how to explain, but I shan't forget.
Currently listening to: Badly Drawn Boy - "Year of the Rat"
My crickey doodle. Unbelievable stuff... I now understand. I can't ever forget this concert. Never, ever. Can't ever forget what I was told and what I heard and what I sensed and what I felt and what was transferred over. Redefine rapture.
I went to the Badly Drawn Boy concert yesterday, and it was flat out incredible. They are amazing musicians-- they sound very much better live than they do on CD (not to say that their CD's are not wonderful also).
Not only all this, but I got to meet them. That's right. We were waiting for them to come on stage, and one of the crew guys handed us backstage passes out of the blue. It was incredible. We were ecstatic. We broke curfew by three solid hours and amazingly Katherine's parents didn't seem as though they wanted to murder her, and neither did mine. It's a bit of an overly complex story of how all this happened, but it doesn't matter. I got to meet Chris and Oliver of BDB (cello and violin performers), and I got to shake Damon's hand because I was in the front row, where I comfortably leaned against the stage. The flute fellow seemed to smile at me a lot in appreciation of my appreciation (I was likely the biggest fan there, and I was able to sing along to most songs), and the lead singer sang to the guy in front of him, Katherine, and me.
They took requests and the first requested song they played was the one I screamed out-- "Cause a Rockslide," which was amazing. Damon said that that was the first time anyone had requested that song in the U.S.! They played everything I wanted them to play very badly except for, perhaps, "Walking Out of Stride" and maybe a few others. Played 3 hours. It ended at 1.15 am.
Unfortunately I did not bring my camera because I am a forgetful idiot, but the memories are imprinted in my brain. The signed ticket and the backstage pass are framed. They offered us beer, but we didn't take it because we were so young (and still are!). Cello man could not believe we were as young as we claimed to be.
They were overly hilarious
And they reminded me everything that I needed to remember. They delivered something that was just something else. Amazing stuff. To emphasize the message, Damon articulated the fact that one should do what he/she truly wants to do. I will take that advice.
I sincerely hope I will be able to experience their immense awesomenessitissity again. I don't exactly know how to explain, but I shan't forget.
Francesca contentedly consumes her coffee at 6:13:00 PM
HEEEEEEE!!! the recollection! so juicy, so sweet!
That's awesome that you got to meet 'em!!!! HEHEHE.