Then (due to weather) my 5:30 bailed (as it were) and I realized I could go home AND change my clothes AND meet
But when the two of us got to Wagamama in Camden, AT and FOT had gone somewhere else! We tracked them down in a kebab joint, where
My review of the show: Emilie Autumn was too cute and the live show was so twee I'm going to need to bathe to get it out. No one can just have people hold twigs up like an archway on the stage, sing underneath them, and not look like a twit. Her instant club hit "Dead is the New Alive" (in my mind, "Think Pink," if that means anything to any of you) did certainly have some (Club) Mercury mojo, but ... I don't know, those big eyes and nice skin and flawless teeth just had me thinking of April Lavigne - totally manufactured and trying to find the right niche, in her case, cutesy art goth. I was really expecting more ... musicianship, more Dead Can Dance, more influence of the early music stuff. J said it was like Bananarama with streaky eye makeup.
On the other hand, Lahannya, the opening band, had a lead singer who just couldn't sing. It was sad. I wanted to crawl back to my misbegotten youth and lock myself in my room in the trailer and listen to Siouxsie and Bauhaus and Sisters of Mercy until all of the bad memories went away. Yick. At least Emilie's backup singers, The Bloody Crumpets, do crafts and sell them at the shows. I approve. In fact, I felt motivated enough to throw a few stitches on while I waited for her to finish her last song, but when the electric violin solo passed the five minute mark, I'm afraid I ran for the stairs like it was leave now or spend an eternity watching Emilie songs translated into GSL (Goth Sign Language), which I presume was what the hand signals were that the the tallest guy in the whole club was throwing during the show from the third row.
Rightie! The weekend has passed the state of maximum flux and should now be settling down a bit. I'm really looking forward to getting a good amount of sleep tomorrow - and I'm really happy