January 26, 2005

[sundance: one in the air equals two on the ground] ^{7:08 PM}

Now, I have been keeping up with the illustrated journal, but so much happened last night, there's no way one (let alone 5) drawings could accurately sum it up.

Last night was my third Scissor Sisters show with Paul, Jimmy, and his boss David. In Utah. In a strip mall. On the outskirts of town.

I have now seen every homosexual in Utah fit inside one room, and that one room was an oddly-cool venue called Suede, which was right next to a discount haircutters and a Wendy's.

The crowd, after a band-conducted surveyed, seemed evenly divided between New Yorkers, Angelinos and Utah's finest. It's really easy to pick out the Utah boys from the rest. The Utah boys actually look at me, while everyone else looks through me.

The Little Venue That Could was packed, and the band put on a great show, even tho we had to suffer through an opening act called Hey Will Power. The CD might actually be ok, I'm going to give them that, but the stage show ... well, you could spot who was on drugs by who was cheering. When I turned around to see where Paul had gone in the crowd I saw John Cameron Mitchell and Alan Cumming (and if someone makes a name-dropping comment, so help me god. you fuckers all ASKED me to tell you who I saw after I moved). Some tall assholes pushed infront of us, limiting our view, but I got to rock out with Hedwig and Nightcrawler, so it evens things out.

Their performance of "Comfortably Numb" was the best I've ever heard. It went on forever, and I kept dancing forever, and the mirrorball kept spinning, the lights kept changing, and it's totally how they should've rocked the fuck out of SNL, but alas. Still, amazing.

Concert Highlights:
- Learning the mysterious non-band-member keyboardist is named J.J.
- Ana Matronic breaking up a fight between two girls in the front row
- "Just because I don't eat pussy, doesn't mean it doesn't need to get Ett."
- Seeing british Katie rockout hardcore
- Griding with a thirtysomething lesbian during "Take Your Mama"
- Hearing them perform their cover of "Take Me Out" as the encore
- "Remember Miss Thang, one in the air equals two on the ground. Watch your liquor Miss Thang, otherwise you might wind up in bed with Harvey Wienstein tomorrow morning. Remember Princess Leia in that gold bikini in Jedi?"
- "I don't care if you're worth twenty million or worth twenty cents, I want you all to rock out like your dream project just got financed."
- "There's a man up front here wearing a shirt that says 'Love is for Losers.' Sir, if that's true, then I hope I'm the biggest fucking loser there is."
- "This concert is a washing machine, and all you beautiful people, you are all sweaters and panty hose. I want to see you spin around and mix up!"

Jimmy ran into some friends from England at the show (since Sundance is the weirdest hodgepodge of people ever) so we found ourselves playing at the after party. Paul had been sick most of the week, but after Ana touched him, he was miraculously healed.

It was a great night, but a long night. Beds are nice.

Man all this walking around wears you out, and honestly, I think one vodka redbull in the mountains equals THREE on the ground...

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