I saw Jason Webley’s 11-11-11 show in Seattle last weekend. Yes, Seattle is a good ways away from Agoura Fucking Hills, but I wasn’t going to miss the show for anything. ANYthing. When he played the opening of “Icarus,” a song Amanda Palmer has covered on more than one occasion, I got kind of…excited. I thought, “Is she gonna come sing with him? Is this gonna be the best performance of “Icarus” to ever occur on planet earth?”
This is what I managed to capture. That’s me saying, “There she is…Wait…” and then screaming “WHAAAAAA!!” when she comes out. Well, okay, I guess everyone is screaming, but my scream is the clearest, as I’m the person holding the camera.
After they sang “Icarus” together, they sang “Elephant Elephant,” which was damn jolly good. I didn’t get any of it on film because I wanted to just enjoy the moment (someone else did, though…http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQD_MbhwCbM), but THEN, oh then, THEN Neil Gaiman came onstage and read a poem about The Night Before His Wedding, which I did catch on film…and it did make me cry…just a little bit.
You can hear me release an intense “I’m absurdly single” exhale at 1:50. And I apologize for the shitty video quality — I should probably save up for a new camera. It could take me a few years, but I’ll do it.
The show went on for a good three hours. All was right with the world. Like…ALL was right with the ENTIRE freaking WORLD.
This was Friday night. I got back to Agoura fucking Hills on Sunday night. It is now Wednesday night. I can do whatever I want with my time — go to the gym, go out to dinner, paint pictures of dinosaurs, etc. — but all I can really do is think about that damn 11-11-11 show. I’m not going to go into the show’s effect on me — those details (a bunch of crap about FEELINGS and ENERGY and THE UNIVERSE and GROWTH and LIFE) are for my diary ONLY. All I will say is that it was a great time, and I will definitely tell my grandkids the story of the time when their crazy grandma was young and vibrant and ditched work to fly to Seattle to watch a skinny man in a hat play the accordion.
Interestingly enough, I haven’t really felt the urge to listen to any of Jason Webley’s music since arriving back home. I’m definitely not over it, but I definitely do need some time to reflect…and listen to something else.
The feeling is similar to the one I get after I watch The Godfather — I can’t just turn on the TV and watch whatever comes on after sitting through the greatest damn movie ever made. At the same time, I can’t just start the movie over…
So, what have I been listening to?
I’ve been listening to this. And it rocks. It rocks HARD. It rocks HARD and it makes me want to spend a lot more time making SPANK paddles and writing poems and painting pictures of dinosaurs. I suggest you give this a listen.