AP @ TF w/ TDE & TF & JS 17122007

I've washed all the dried sweat off my body, discarded all garments worn this evening, and so now I feel prepared to tell you what happened in it.

Amanda Palmer.

First we must begin by fully understanding the enormity of it all.

Amanda Palmer is one amazing female I look up to and deeply admire for her passion, skill and personality. I kept going over in my head what I would say to her if I did eventually get to meet her...and it was overwhelming even to think about it.

Overwhelming so much that I cried in Ampersand and felt my heart break when she was talking about society's desensitisation to such horrors as school shootings

The vast array of people filled out the intimate venue, from people my age, up to people my parents', and we all packed up the front. The thumping energy of The Follow brought us all to life, if we weren't already...my review of them? I think they were pretty good. They have these moments of greatness, just sheer unique composition, that push them forward. This makes me happy, because they might not be the best now, but I can see them growing so much...they have a lot of potential.

Then, we were greeted by The Danger Ensemble, bringing out a "dead" Amanda, covered in a black sheet, we're left to wonder "Who *did* kill Amanda Palmer?". But quickly, she came to life, bouncing into "Astronaut".

The setlist as I can remember it :
Astronaut
Ampersand
New song (don't know name)
Coin Operated Boy
Princess?
Bad Habit
(somewhere around here...)
Mrs O
Old song never released until now (don't know name)
Ugh-merica (by Regina Spektor)
A Justin Webley song
Half Jack

Encore
Umbrella (by Rihanna)
Creep (by Radiohead)
Hallelujah (by Leonard Cohen)

All in all, it was beautiful. The lights, the acting, the music, the sounds the facial expressions... it was exhilarating to be apart of that. To scream and create a barricade of noise...to catch a beat and move your hips to it...to buy a sticker and give a smile...

(I think I must've had this goofy smile of adoration on for most of the night...)

I love the feeling of unity. Of everyone singing together "but I'm not the one that's crazy." Or "but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, what the hell am I doing here?" supported by the ukelele in dazed yet invigorated unison.

And I love the way that my red "underage" stamp has bled into my hand and hasn't come out yet, even after my cleansing. And the way I was absentmindedly picking at the skin on my fingers during "Bad Habit".

(No Uno cards this time =] )

My little windmill!

I'm really liking this Saturday.

I forgot the emancipatory feeling of simply sitting in pyjamas on the rug and just watching TV.

I've undertaken relatively simple tasks this evening, but they all seem to make me feel so happy inside.

Maybe it was dinner that started it all...
Caramelisation is key to success, I think.

But after that I turned on High School Musical 2 and baked a cake. I love musicals. I wish I was in one...they're so expressive...and ANYTHING can happen in a musical. I loved the scene in HSM2 where Zac Efron (Troy Bolton *giggle*) sings that song "Bet On It" because the dance moves are just SO lame. It makes me feel so happy, because in a musical, you can do the lamest things and still be the coolest thing ever.

And then my cake baking involved meringue and cream and marscarpone and berries and sugar and everything beautiful in this world. I love licking spoons after cake baking. One of the singlehanded acts in the world where I feel such catharsis yet such guilt at the same time;
I enjoy the taste but poke my stomach and realise the fat isn't getting anywhere like this.

I watched a little Justin Timberlake too. His New York show apparently. How odd, but really, he's a fantastic performer and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. He was definitely born for this. For what he does, he's definitely innovative. Pop is lucky to have him.

This is when I realise that "Little Miss Sunshine" was going to be on! I love this movie, so so so much. I think when people say they don't like it, it's because they're looking at it too broadly, while I love it for the characters and their nuances. It's a perfect mix of comedy and drama.

And now, I'm singing "All The Small Things" by blink 182 and enjoying what is left of my Saturday evening.
The kinda of Saturday Fall Out Boy sung about...
"with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence."