Oddly it turned out this person is some kind of British paparazzi magnet, and I hear about her in the tabloids fairly regularly, though still having a difficult time remembering her name. Still, I was able to put two and two together and convince J to buy me tickets to go see her tonight, for which I'm grateful.
Thoughts I had:
The nine year old wearing the bright Lily Allen t-shirt and the jeans with the black skull and crossbones appliques (with pink hearts for eyes!) was the fashion star of the evening. Too bad I couldn't figure out how to actually take a picture with my camera. Maybe there's a movie of her on there somewhere.
I was rather gob-smacked by the pre-concert video entertainment, which featured a band called the Pussycat Dolls, which appears to be Bananarama with stripper moves dancing in bras. All I could think was, if I had a daughter, how much better for her to have Lily Allen as a role model! (She was SO CUTE in her strapless white vintage prom-dress thing, and I had to love her for taking her spikey black heels off immediately following the second song.)
All of the horn section ROCKED OUT when Linvyl Golding from The Specials came on stage. I think they were very inspired! (And I was surprised at how good her music sounded on stage with the horns - very reggae, very ska, very fun!) And how is it he lives in Seattle and I didn't know it?
So who likes Lily Allen? Based on the pictures they showed of the front row, CHICKS LIKE ME! Yay, that makes me happy. (Her lyrics are VERY "Cry Me a River" - so wild to see all of these women singing along to, "At first when I see you cry/Yeah, it makes me smile/Makes me smile." And it all sounds so chipper!)
I danced, I sang, I laughed, I watched the horrible TV screens so I could make out the words to her songs because, by gosh, they're interesting. And somehow, despite being so damned tired all day, I made it through the evening and had a good time.