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06 January 2012 @ 04:02 am
Muggzzey doesn't understand why using the Internet in bed requires so much moving and knocking about (I just rolled over). I just reminded him in hugs, cuddles, and kisses that this is my bed; I think the message will hold. (I am considering taking up with the Oxford comma again, now that I don't have English professors [as in, nationality] circling them in red. I will do just about anything to avoid being red-circled, even if it means changing regular usage in my life, so the Oxford comma and I split ways in 2008. We shall see how this reunion goes.)

Something that amused me from the Oxford/serial comma Wikipedia page:

The differences of opinion on the use of the serial comma are well characterized by Lynne Truss in her popularized style guide Eats, Shoots & Leaves: "There are people who embrace the Oxford comma, and people who don't, and I'll just say this: never get between these people when drink has been taken."

I can't say I disagree. However, that's not what this post is supposed to be about, so I must be off to a brilliant start. This post will be random and probably a little senseless (since I have a fatal case of The Tired) but will hopefully go toward my To Do List, provided that I include the Zoë Lewis concert and don't fall asleep on my keyboard. I shall get cracking now. (For the record, Zoë is pictured in my icon; there is another picture linked in the post.)

The Zoë Lewis Concert - 15th of December: It was a house-concert at a somewhat-friend of my mother's; she had been there a few times to help him work through the belongings of his late wife, who died the beginning of last year. I had never been before. It was a marvel to behold! He collects gramophones (always remind me of Harry Potter), so he had tons from all different years; he let us listen to a few, some from before regular records were around. He also had pinball machines and various other antiques down in his basement. Beyond walking around in awe, I mainly hung out with the dog (shocker) as I wasn't too hungry.

Zoë arrived eventually but by then I was too interested in the dog. Mother started scoping out the merch table and I realised I at least wanted to be there for that, otherwise who could know what she would say! (Only good things, of course, but I am prone to embarrassment and mother loves little more than embarrassing me with what could be considered my achievements.) She did tell Zoë that [Zoë] was my absolute favourite musician, and I said of course I didn't mind that--it's the truth! I picked out the two CDs she had there that I didn't have (including the new CD, Rotary Phone) and Mum asked after t-shirts. We had a discussion as I turned into Zoë and Sharon's (her partner) doll, trying on first a grey shirt and then an odd old blue one (if I remember correctly). Sharon noticed my hair and Zoë said, "Oh, yes, yours is what my hair would look like if I grew it out!" (She keeps short hair.) Then she made a comment on how long it is--and toyed with it!--and I will admit to being a very pleased little t-shirt doll. We purchased the grey one (a Rotary Phone shirt) and the CDs. Zoë had me write down my address and told me she would send me bootlegged copies of the other CDs I didn't have (I mentioned I wanted to have them all, some day) and though I don't think she'll remember, I very much appreciate the offer.

Later I found myself in another conversation with her near the nibbles and the talk somehow turned to Harry Potter (I fear I am the guilty party there). She mentioned almost meeting Daniel Radcliffe and being sad that she hadn't. I, the ever-geek, pulled out my Harry Potter wand, which she took great delight in wielding and pretending to cast a spell. (Now my wand has flown to Phoenix with my lovely minister for use in a sermon and used by my favourite musician. It is a lucky wand indeed.) My father joined in and we agreed that he looked very much like Harry Potter and should put on a lightning scar someday. Sharon ended up with us again later, Zoë I think was the one to mention Harry Potter that time, and she asked me to pull out the wand for Sharon, who also wielded the wand with great delight. (Another score for the wand!)

We made it in for the music. Barbara Phaneuf was first (an example of her song here but not a great one since she hasn't got much up there--but check out the musical "Purr", which she wrote) and she was brilliant, beautiful, hilarious, and deep. She had a song about menopause that had us all cackling. It was great to see Zoë in the audience (in the back, near me) being Another Audience Member. Mum and I were up to adorable antics.

Zoë went up after that and joined their acts by using a picture-prop Barbara had just used (a picture she took of her breakfast cereal, which looked like a smiling face and was adorable). I won't recall the songs Zoë played now and certainly not what was in the first or second portion. I know she winked at me once or twice and had call-outs, one of which led to a question that had me answering, "I'm half-and-half!" (nationality-wise). At one point she started introducing a song and I got visibly excited since the lead-in was similar to one of my favourites, but the song was actually a different one (which I loved as well!); after it she said, "You were expecting Write Me a Letter, weren't you?" I laughed and said, "I was hoping." She admitted she couldn't remember that one. She played quite a few songs that I hadn't heard before and enjoyed. A good number I did know and mouthed along; she commented that it was nice to have people in the audience who clearly knew her songs. She had us try to lip-trumpet at one point and laughed at us all failing ("Yes, it tickles some, doesn't it?" "I should have a video camera up here!"). During one song she had Sharon shout out responses in the song and said gleefully, "Yes, I have a plant!" She had Barbara come up for the final song and it was an absolute riot--too bad I can't remember what song! Zoë teased Barb for using "pining" where she had used "dreaming", though I don't know who was actually right there. :Þ

During intermission Zoë and my Da bonded over English things. Although neither of them knew what being an "Essex boy" or "Essex girl" now means, so that was a laugh. Or what a "chav" was; I believe I was helpful there. I was glad that my Da was happy to have gone in the end as it was a bit of work to get him to go at all. Ah, also showed Zoë my ukulele (as seen in the video here but for your ears don't listen), which she toyed around with and found entertaining. She knew of Duke of Uke (where Barry bought me the ukulele). Also had a chat with Barb about secretly getting two CDs for my mother for Christmas; we shared a few laughs and split off.

After the show I ambled around looking at all the marvellous things again. Eventually I approached Barbara with my ukulele and asked if she would give me a doodle to sign it, because I love having people sign my ukulele. She asked if I would play something for her first. Now, I don't often play my ukulele in front of anyone and I was ill that day so there would be no getting me to sing, but she asked so sweetly and was so gentle in persuading me that I acquiesced. I played Hedwig's Theme (the main Harry Potter theme song) for her, which is half what I found on the web and half what I got by memory/ear (so probably wrong). She liked it and laughed with me, anyway, so I was glad my hesitant Gryffindor courage peeked through. She signed the ukulele with her "Hello Bee", told me I was wonderful, and gave me a hug. (I told her she was wonderful too, of course, because she is!)

Found my way slowly back to the living room as people were clearing out. I asked Zoë if she would doodle on my ukulele for me as a signature as well. She agreed and started doodling away as we all chatted. Da came back with one of the big gramophone horns and snuck up to me so he could talk into it in my ear. I jumped a mile high and talked in gibberish, hand over my heart. Sharon laughed and asked me, "Are you parents always this silly?" I said, "Oh, yes, absolutely." It about summed up my life. I was very entertained, though. I enjoyed talking with Sharon; she was one funny and smart cookie. I thanked Zoë for her doodle--a curly-haired girl with a uke and something like 'Have fun ukeing!' with her signature. I don't recall if it was before or after Zoë's, but I asked Sharon if she doodled and she said a little, but not well. I had her doodle near Barb's; she added a little cat with a long tail and I love it.

Most people were gone by then. Barry (house-owner) was giving Zoë one of the gramophones/record-players, since she uses them in her canoe and on the beach. Sharon mentioned that I needed to get down to P-town (Provincetown, a very gay town on Cape Cod); I told her that of course I wanted to. She said that I had to come and visit and that I should meet their friend Mina. There Sharon turned to Zoë and said, "Don't you think she and Mina would get along?" Sharon asked my age--21--and said yes, I had to meet Mina. Zoë laughed and gave a noncommittal answer but mentioned that Mina had a lip piercing, too.

I had Sharon give me Zoë's PO Box address for fanmail (since sometimes I love sending letters) and we were off on our way. It's amazing that I got to see my favourite musician in such an intimate setting and that I'm suddenly more than a name-only fan--goodness, she met my parents--but it's funnier yet that Sharon somehow managed to steal the show. I'd say I love them both dearly, now! And what a pair! Those two give me an idea of what I'm looking for in the future; I always appreciate that. But beyond that, they're simply fantastic.

So that is my long entry on the Zoë Lewis concert, which was a positively glorious winter gift from my parents. I haven't listened to the two CDs much yet--haven't got them down on my iPod--but I'm sure that will occur soon and that I'll have them memorised in not too long. Same with the two Barbara Phaneuf CDs, hah. I love wonderful, wise, whimsical, witty women!

I was going to leave a few points about my last few days but I think I'll hold off on that again. I guess if I think this is long, I'll be crossing my eyes by the time I finish my entry on Rowe/Jenne! But it will have pictures, which will hopefully help.

Night night, sweet dreams! ♥
lash_laruelash_larue on January 6th, 2012 02:07 pm (UTC)
It surely sounds like an epic evening, I bet it was fun watching your dad and Zoe be British.

I'm glad that actually getting to spend some real time with her was not a disappointment. Pretty cool when someone you admire turns out to be a real human being.

I hope that you slept well,
Kiwi Crocuscranky__crocus on January 10th, 2012 05:09 am (UTC)
I was thankfully not too worried about her not being a 'real' person or not enjoying spending time with her, since I met her in 2008 after a show. I think half the reason I can say she's my favourite musician is because I met her that first time and found her so delightful.

It was certainly an epic evening! :D
?elsceetaria on January 6th, 2012 03:30 pm (UTC)
It sounds awesome. :)
101mutts: brown dog101mutts on January 6th, 2012 04:19 pm (UTC)
Gah, that sounds like the absolute pitch perfect Solstice/Christmas gift!

I think I took a drawing course from Barbara Phaneuf's father at PCC. He talked about his daughter being into music and on some radio station. And how many Phaneufs are there in southeastern MA?

Beyond walking around in awe, I mainly hung out with the dog (shocker) as I wasn't too hungry.
Teehee, I like this line.
Kiwi Crocuscranky__crocus on January 10th, 2012 05:11 am (UTC)
It was definitely the perfect gift! I couldn't have asked for better. ♥

Awwwr, really? Small world! That's cute!
tt: Um... hello?twisted_twister on January 6th, 2012 11:20 pm (UTC)
What a wonderful story, and how lucky you are! so happy for you that your meeting was such a delight.