I am normally a very charming, intelligent person with decent social skills.
However, when I meet someone who has even the tiniest bit of celebrity status, I clam up and turn into a complete retard. Luckily, this has only happened a couple of times. Unfortunately, one of these times was last night.
The Dresden Dolls are, without a doubt, a fucking incredible couple of musicians. I play the piano, and I aspired to be Tori Amos – that is, until I saw Amanda Palmer play. Jesus. I’ve never seen anyone play with as much passion and madness as that woman does. Somehow, the tripped-over notes and discord and her raw, crazy, haunting voice make their music even more satisfying. And Brian Viglione? It takes a very impressive performance to reduce me to the status of starstruck twelve-year-old. Drummers are not typically erotic.
Anyway, so the show last night was good. It was not nearly as good as when I saw them with Devotchka back in November ’05, but that’s because they weren’t headlining this show. Who the fuck had the idea to have the Dresden Dolls open for the little boys from Panic! At the Disco? Who thought that was a smart thing to do? We were surrounded by little emo kids and their very patient, tolerant parents. The Dolls only played a half-hour long set, but it was a strong one. After they were done, I bought their new songbook/sheetmusic book, and IndyGirl
and I waited in line to meet them.
While we’re in line, I’m trying to think of witty things to say. Of course, I had nothing. I get to Amanda, and she is very fascinating close-up. Her hair is like a pretty little bird’s nest, her eyebrows are, of course, painted on in swirls. She’s standing there in a Debaser t-shirt with her raggedy stockings, and she smiles at me. She has very cute teeth. I hand her my book and she says, “Do you play?” and wiggles her fingers, mimicking piano keys. I nod vigorously and say, “Yes, and you make me want to keep playing.” She takes my book, and writes in very big letters inside the cover, “PLAY HARD.” I say, “I will.” And I want to touch her hair, but I don’t, because that might seem strange.
So then I move on to Brian. Brian is much shorter than I expected, and I think he’s cuter with his makeup on. He has a very friendly smile, though, and reaches out to hug me. Brian Viglione reached out to hug me – I did not initiate this hug! But it is a nice, real, long hug, and I all I can manage to say is, “Oh, I love you, you are beautiful.” And he says, “Thank you.”
Honestly, could I have been more generic?
Anyway, all in all, it was definitely enjoyable, despite the emo kids and my momentary nerdiness. And I can’t wait to torture my parents when I use the piano at their house to pretend I’m Amanda Palmer.