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Finally, the account of Thursday night!

[Nov. 7th, 2009|08:18 pm]

[	Current Mood	\|	sleepy	]
[	Current Music	\|	Voltaire - Crusade	]

Yes, I have more or less slept since getting home from the concert.

Anyway.

Thursday afternoon I had my MHMR appointment, Sucked as usual. I was supposed to see the doctor but they fobbed me off onto a nurse. Grr. But I got home in plenty of time to take a nap before showtime.

Hitting Frank beforehand didn't work out :( Was looking forward to it, too.

But that was not the important part!

doombuggie and I chattered on ride there, and I told him this would probably be the most fun I'd had since my RHPS days, and we discussed our mutual RHPS days a bit, and the possibility of investigating the current local cast, preferably with

rehd_fawx.

( What I wore )

We were early enough to get good parking, which is always nice. We hung around a bit, and then we went up to the merch table, cuz Voltaire was there!

doombuggie bought a couple of CDs and had them signed, and I gave him, as I'd hoped to, the bottle ofConjure Oils La Calavera (which he sniffed and seemed to like... he also asked if I was the one who made it, which makes it two for two since Neil Gaiman asked if I wa a Labbie when I gave him a bottle of Shub... now I just need to find a goth icon to give a bottle of Arcana to) and got my copy of OH MY GOTH signed.

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Moments after that was taken, I got an unexpected Voltaire-hug! Of the friendly variety, not the creepy one. It was smile-making.

Waiting time. The very loud DJ music, bright spinning flashing lights, and smoke machines were far too much for me, and I mostly huddled up with my eyes closed so I wouldn't burn out.

doombuggie also greatly overestimated my ability to hold a conversation in a noisy club, which is pretty much nil.

Then we had the opening act. Oh lord! He played a keyboard with so much bass that the seat of my metal chair vibrated, which is the best that can be said of him. He had this wannabe-Nick-Cave thing going and sang as if he'd been gargling ground glass and lye, but his speaking voice was normal. He did a few 'oooooo I'm morbid' songs, and then...

"Beth" by Kiss. I thought we had reached the pinnacle, but he followed it with "Chim Chim Chiree" from Mary Poppins. Good thing I'd just hid the restroom or I might have wet myself. If this dude stuck to doing incongrous covers he could be the next Richard Cheese!

And then.

And then.

It was magic, completely magic. The man has astonishing stage presence, just a wonderful personality that shines through.

doombuggie went to do a little more circulation, and during 'BRAINS' a simply adorably pink-haired girl came up to compliment my barrettes. She asked where I got them and I let her know they'd been a Walgreens Halloween item. Poor dear looked so disappointed! Now, the thing about these barrettes... I had them both on one side because the way they were made, if you wear one on each side, one would be upside down. So it was an easy snap decision to pull one out and give it to her. I mean, this was a fifty cent barrette. The gleeful expression was worth much more than that, and she kissed me, too! And it gives each of us a nice little extra memory of an already awesome concert.

As I've said, Voltaire was busily being awesome, doing a lot of his classics and a few new ones. Each one had me enthralled.

And then...

Truly Voltaire is a Messenger of Fate, for he closed with this

I yelled "FUCK THE BACK ROW!" scary loud. And I tried to do a standing ovation, and I fell down.

Stone cold sober, folks. I'm just that cool.

And that is basically how it went.