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you're my guitar hero
Oct. 1st, 2008 03:52 pmWhat a bloody weird twenty-four hours I have just experienced.
TO GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING as I believe is the vogue in current narratives, I went to my first class of my special subject yesterday, which promises to be interesting. Suffering as I am from full-blown freshers lurgy, I spent most of it trying not to cough.
However, I flung myself out of the door at the end of the class and threw myself into the car, preparing to drive to Edinburgh for the Amanda Palmer gig. I had full-blown excitement at this part, which only a faint nervousness that I would get lost.
What I was not expecting was to by hit by a car at a roundabout. Basically, another woman slammed into the bck of my car, but to be fair, she stopped and we exchanged details. My car and hers seemed fine, so I drove off, shaking quite a bit. I even got lost briefly, but found my way around - hurrah!
I got to the place I was leaving my car, I noticed my neck hurt a bit, but didn't think too much about it; instead, I got on a bus with Sascha and her boyfriend Gar and headed to Caberet Voltaire.
For someone who pretends to be cool and trendy I don't go to many gigs, but I am SO GLAD I came to this one. The support act was interesting enough, but oh my goodness, Amanda Palmer! I have massive fangirl love of the Dresden Dolls, but oh, she is about a million times more amazing than I expected. She had a dance troupe with her - and her broken foot, incidentally - which made the whole thing more like a proper show than just a gig. I can't remember everything she sang, but Coin-Operated Boy and Mrs O were particularly highlights. There was also a new track called 'Guitar Hero' (I think?) that I sort of just watched open-mouthed, as it was absolutely fabulous.
It was just... wonderful, and over far too soon. Unfortunately for me, I started to experience some exciting neck pain and shooting pains down my back, so it may well have been a good thing that the gig ended. I drove home and went to sleep.
Woke up in agony. Went to hospital, got whiplash as confirmed diagnosis - "the good news is it sorts itself out, the bad news is that it ges worse before it gets better" - and came home. I have spent all day sorting out car repairs and sick pay. Later on I have to go to DocSoc super-early and hope someone will help me in Tescos as I cannot a. lift anything b. bend myself c. raise my arms above my shoulder.
And on top of everything else my freshers flu is worse.
HOWEVER more importantly the gig? TOTALLY WORTH IT.
TO GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING as I believe is the vogue in current narratives, I went to my first class of my special subject yesterday, which promises to be interesting. Suffering as I am from full-blown freshers lurgy, I spent most of it trying not to cough.
However, I flung myself out of the door at the end of the class and threw myself into the car, preparing to drive to Edinburgh for the Amanda Palmer gig. I had full-blown excitement at this part, which only a faint nervousness that I would get lost.
What I was not expecting was to by hit by a car at a roundabout. Basically, another woman slammed into the bck of my car, but to be fair, she stopped and we exchanged details. My car and hers seemed fine, so I drove off, shaking quite a bit. I even got lost briefly, but found my way around - hurrah!
I got to the place I was leaving my car, I noticed my neck hurt a bit, but didn't think too much about it; instead, I got on a bus with Sascha and her boyfriend Gar and headed to Caberet Voltaire.
For someone who pretends to be cool and trendy I don't go to many gigs, but I am SO GLAD I came to this one. The support act was interesting enough, but oh my goodness, Amanda Palmer! I have massive fangirl love of the Dresden Dolls, but oh, she is about a million times more amazing than I expected. She had a dance troupe with her - and her broken foot, incidentally - which made the whole thing more like a proper show than just a gig. I can't remember everything she sang, but Coin-Operated Boy and Mrs O were particularly highlights. There was also a new track called 'Guitar Hero' (I think?) that I sort of just watched open-mouthed, as it was absolutely fabulous.
It was just... wonderful, and over far too soon. Unfortunately for me, I started to experience some exciting neck pain and shooting pains down my back, so it may well have been a good thing that the gig ended. I drove home and went to sleep.
Woke up in agony. Went to hospital, got whiplash as confirmed diagnosis - "the good news is it sorts itself out, the bad news is that it ges worse before it gets better" - and came home. I have spent all day sorting out car repairs and sick pay. Later on I have to go to DocSoc super-early and hope someone will help me in Tescos as I cannot a. lift anything b. bend myself c. raise my arms above my shoulder.
And on top of everything else my freshers flu is worse.
HOWEVER more importantly the gig? TOTALLY WORTH IT.
