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Aug. 20th, 2003 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pixiecrinkleWow. The Tori show was tonight. I totally forgive her for the mediocre concert earlier this year now. She played Tombigbee!!!! And now I've got a major earworm of it, and my only copy is at work (it was a web-only song) so I can't hear it to get rid of it.
A couple funny little things happened that made the show very fun. She played an improv about turning 40 near the beginning of the show.
She came out wearing this very flowy, rainbow chiffon kimono/wrap dress thing over jeans. After the first song where she was playing the piano and the organ at the same time, she quickly pulled the dress over right before the lights went down. Then she played the next song at the piano before the band left. Then she started laughing and calling for her wardrobe woman. Seems the dress had "broken." So the whole time she was being pinned back up by "Jen, with the pins" she played a little improv about the dress, and being on the Atkins diet before it was fashionable, etc. It was very very funny.
Two songs later, the monitors on the Bosendorfer started sending out this really evil buzzing sound. So we got treated to even more improving while all the sound guys converged on the stage to fix that.
My attempt at a terribly incomplete setlist from memory (I know the order's wrong):
Wampum Prayer - A Sorta Fairytale - iiiieeee (?) - Virginia - Sweet Sangria - some cover I didn't know - Time - Mary - China - Sweet Dreams (yay!) - Cornflake Girl - Space Dog - Precious Things - I Can't See New York - Tombigbee - Caught a Lite Sneeze - Hey Jupiter (on the Wurlitzer!)
You would think it wouldn't be hard to give away a free Tori ticket for center pavilion seats. However, you'd be wrong. BestFriend announced this morning that she couldn't go (still don't know why) and that BoyWonder and I were to dispose of the ticket. So we set about doing so. By lunchtime, I decided to come home and get it, just in case I needed to give it to anyone at work (I think I'm going to start going home for lunch more often.) By 6 pm, I had no takers, nor did BW. By 7 pm, I'm waiting for him outside the show, and chatting with all the scalpers (excuse me, "licensed ticket brokers"). So I sold the ticket, just to try to recoup some cash for BF.
Then, the guy who bought the ticket came in. We shall refer to him henceforth as Little Drummer Boy. There is a huge faction of Tori fans who are far more obsessed than even I. And he was the worst of the worst. This man had *no* social skills at all. In an almost scary way. I chatted with him for a few minutes, then got sick of playing I'm-a-bigger-fan-than-you, so BW and I went off to find other people we knew. We came back right before the show, and then were treated to his air-drumming and air-piano for the rest of the show. Sigh. I suppose it's better than the people on their cell phones behind us.
Right now I'm ending this -- my right wrist has been bugging me in a big way since this morning, and I emailed my dr. for a celebrex refill and she says I have to come in. And I forgot to bring my braces home from work to sleep in. So I need to rest it now, or else I'm not going to be very useful at work tomorrow.
A couple funny little things happened that made the show very fun. She played an improv about turning 40 near the beginning of the show.
She came out wearing this very flowy, rainbow chiffon kimono/wrap dress thing over jeans. After the first song where she was playing the piano and the organ at the same time, she quickly pulled the dress over right before the lights went down. Then she played the next song at the piano before the band left. Then she started laughing and calling for her wardrobe woman. Seems the dress had "broken." So the whole time she was being pinned back up by "Jen, with the pins" she played a little improv about the dress, and being on the Atkins diet before it was fashionable, etc. It was very very funny.
Two songs later, the monitors on the Bosendorfer started sending out this really evil buzzing sound. So we got treated to even more improving while all the sound guys converged on the stage to fix that.
My attempt at a terribly incomplete setlist from memory (I know the order's wrong):
Wampum Prayer - A Sorta Fairytale - iiiieeee (?) - Virginia - Sweet Sangria - some cover I didn't know - Time - Mary - China - Sweet Dreams (yay!) - Cornflake Girl - Space Dog - Precious Things - I Can't See New York - Tombigbee - Caught a Lite Sneeze - Hey Jupiter (on the Wurlitzer!)
You would think it wouldn't be hard to give away a free Tori ticket for center pavilion seats. However, you'd be wrong. BestFriend announced this morning that she couldn't go (still don't know why) and that BoyWonder and I were to dispose of the ticket. So we set about doing so. By lunchtime, I decided to come home and get it, just in case I needed to give it to anyone at work (I think I'm going to start going home for lunch more often.) By 6 pm, I had no takers, nor did BW. By 7 pm, I'm waiting for him outside the show, and chatting with all the scalpers (excuse me, "licensed ticket brokers"). So I sold the ticket, just to try to recoup some cash for BF.
Then, the guy who bought the ticket came in. We shall refer to him henceforth as Little Drummer Boy. There is a huge faction of Tori fans who are far more obsessed than even I. And he was the worst of the worst. This man had *no* social skills at all. In an almost scary way. I chatted with him for a few minutes, then got sick of playing I'm-a-bigger-fan-than-you, so BW and I went off to find other people we knew. We came back right before the show, and then were treated to his air-drumming and air-piano for the rest of the show. Sigh. I suppose it's better than the people on their cell phones behind us.
Right now I'm ending this -- my right wrist has been bugging me in a big way since this morning, and I emailed my dr. for a celebrex refill and she says I have to come in. And I forgot to bring my braces home from work to sleep in. So I need to rest it now, or else I'm not going to be very useful at work tomorrow.
