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last night, clairey and i went to see rufus wainwright at the hammersmith apollo, and it was EXCELLENT.
yeah, so, we were standing right at the back. it meant we could have a jig about, as is only right.
yeah, so, rubbish scott matthews was supporting. it meant we could have a sit on the floor and hidden natter, plus emergency beer.*
yeah, so, someone ELSE was there dressed as dorothy! not me! but it was a man, and a sexy dorothy, so my reputation as best ms gale in town still holds. ahem.
yeah, so, it was mostly the same thing we'd seen earlier this year at the old vic, but that was BLINKING EXCELLENT, as was last night.
yeah, so, it finished late enough to screw up my transport home. but this meant there was almost 2 and a half hours (plus interval!) of glorious music.
so yes, there was the majority, if not all of, release the stars, and more from poses than i remember there being last time. there was the lederhosen. there were the couple of judy tracks. there was the simply awesome get happy dance routine with the band. which will always have me squealing with joy. there was the unmic-ed irish song, so impressed his voice is big enough to carry to the back of the apollo!
most importantly, and for my first time EVER, he played cigarettes and chocolate milk. absolute heaven. i'll forgive the piano stumbling. i'll forgive ANYTHING. in fact, i'd have happily listened to just that repeated for the 2.5 hours. well, perhaps with poses interspersed. and the consort. and do i disappoint you. and 14th street. or perhaps just the concert as it was, eh.
if there wasn't book club i'd be going again tonight. **
/rufus joy.
* actually i was very good and only had 1 pint plus a half whilst waiting in the pub. moderation!
** if YOU want to, clairey has 2 spare tickets....
yeah, so, we were standing right at the back. it meant we could have a jig about, as is only right.
yeah, so, rubbish scott matthews was supporting. it meant we could have a sit on the floor and hidden natter, plus emergency beer.*
yeah, so, someone ELSE was there dressed as dorothy! not me! but it was a man, and a sexy dorothy, so my reputation as best ms gale in town still holds. ahem.
yeah, so, it was mostly the same thing we'd seen earlier this year at the old vic, but that was BLINKING EXCELLENT, as was last night.
yeah, so, it finished late enough to screw up my transport home. but this meant there was almost 2 and a half hours (plus interval!) of glorious music.
so yes, there was the majority, if not all of, release the stars, and more from poses than i remember there being last time. there was the lederhosen. there were the couple of judy tracks. there was the simply awesome get happy dance routine with the band. which will always have me squealing with joy. there was the unmic-ed irish song, so impressed his voice is big enough to carry to the back of the apollo!
most importantly, and for my first time EVER, he played cigarettes and chocolate milk. absolute heaven. i'll forgive the piano stumbling. i'll forgive ANYTHING. in fact, i'd have happily listened to just that repeated for the 2.5 hours. well, perhaps with poses interspersed. and the consort. and do i disappoint you. and 14th street. or perhaps just the concert as it was, eh.
if there wasn't book club i'd be going again tonight. **
/rufus joy.
* actually i was very good and only had 1 pint plus a half whilst waiting in the pub. moderation!
** if YOU want to, clairey has 2 spare tickets....
