February 16, 2002 :: 3:07 a.m.
post-concert blather
Wow.
Two words can describe that concert: Fucking. Incredible. Teddy Thompson, the opening act, turned out to be very good. He's a cute brit-boy with a great voice. I wanted to buy his CD, but I left my wallet in the car (because I am truly a dumbass). *pouts* Oh well. Rufus came on in this silky zebra-print shirt and jeans. The shirt was just screaming "homosexual," so if anyone in the audience wasn't aware of that I suppose they are now. And you know, the lispy voice and hand waving gave it away a bit, too. He's much more effeminate than his singing voice would suggest.
But oh, none of this matters. I got all my songs! All of them! On the way down, Joe and I listed three songs that we each wanted him to play. Mine were Hallelujah (of course), April Fools, and One Man Guy. Compliante de la Butte and Shadows were close behind. He played Compliante de la Butte, but unfortunately not Shadows. No matter. I got the three I wanted, after all. The set list was as follows (I'm listing this because I know I'll forget soon)(these aren't in order):
Foolish Love, April Fools, In My Arms, Beauty Mark, Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk, Greek Song, Poses, California, The Tower of Learning, Grey Gardens, Rebel Prince, The Consort, One Man Guy, Evil Angel, In A Graveyard, Hallelujah (!), Across the Universe, Compliante de la Butte, Little Sister, and Liberty Cabbage.
Stupid boy. He should have played Shadows. I will complain no more, though, because quite frankly... he made me melt. That man has the most beautiful voice. He's goofy and flaming and I think he was drunk or stoned, but you know what? I don't care. It was endearing. His sister, however, was frightening. His sister Martha sings backup, and I swear to god she was on drugs. Like E or something. She kept fidgeting and balling up her fists and rolling her head from side to side and just generally acting very seizure-victim-like. It was odd.
I literally crumpled into a puddle when he played Hallelujah. And April Fools was just incredible. I would so be a groupie for Rufus. Oh yes. *laughs* At one point, I thought Joe was just going to take his pants off. Seriously. Rufus was singing Evil Angel and he started unbuttoning his shirt (why? I don't know). I saw Joe's mouth drop open and his eyes glaze over. It was quite amusing. Teddy Thompson informed us (the audience), while he tuned his guitar, that Rufus doesn't wear underwear often. I believe Joe nearly fainted. You know, what with all that blood rushing to his penis.
Ah. Okay. I'll stop going on about this now. Oh, no, wait. I'll stop in a second. First I must say one thing: MapQuest SUCKS. We got so lost on the way there. Philly is big and scary and crowded, and I do not enjoy driving aimlessly though the city like a freak just because MapFucks gave me bad directions. Moving on.
Eh, actually, there's not much to move on to. I may get to spend the night with Adam tomorrow (well, tonight), which would make my month. Sunday is out 15-month "thing," and to wake up next to him would just be too wonderful. So... *crosses fingers* I hope that happens.
Pseudomuffin was nice and fixed my html for me, but for some reason it still doesn't work. I mean, it works elsewhere (i.e., his test diary), but it doesn't work here. The only explanation I can fathom for this is that my diary his been possessed by the spirit of an ornery old woman who is very resistant to change. So Maude, or whatever your name is, you need to scoot your grouchy ass out of here and let me do my thing. Soon, please.
Hmm. No more to say. I bought myself Valentine's candy (75% off!), because I'm fat like that. It's a yearly tradition. It's also very yummy. There's nothing like getting a big heart-shaped box of chocolates for two bucks to cheer you up.
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