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Et tu, Delilah

The weekend was lovely and sunny, and I went swimming for which my hip and lower back has still not entirely forgiven me. Sunday was spent in the garden of the Z, spraying ourselves with water in order to not die of sunstroke and in recognition of my efforts to expose it to the heat of the day my skin has begun to turn a golden shade.

And on the subjects of golden hues, I saw Z’s sheets which thankfully are a lot less gold than I feared, and are really more of a buttermilk yellow.

Z: *Looking Hopeful* What do you think?
N: Well, they’re a lot less repulsive than I thought they would be.
Z: *beams with pleasure*

On Monday, Sandra and I went to the Damien Rice gig at the Palladium and it was the best gig EVER. I had no idea that Damien Rice was so good.

A chicklet called Kate Earle opened for him and the best thing I can say about her is that she was very slender-pretty and had lovely shoes. It’s not that she was appalling by any measure [which could have been entertaining] just bland. She was very willowy and pretty and sweet and she played piano and had a nice voice but her songs were a bit mushy with a high sugar content but in the end completely unmemorable. She annoyed me because she looked so clean-cut, clean-living and I find that sort of comportment terribly dull in musicians. I prefer my artists with an edge.

So Kate Earle – not worth it. Unless she acquires a beer gut, or a drug habit or starts writing songs after rehab. Then we can talk.

For the life of me I have no idea why on Earth she got picked to open for Damien Rice except as a study in contrasts.

Because Mr. Rice rocked the house. He was sooo soooooo soooooooooooo good. He followed raw, edgy numbers with sweet soulful ones. He played his acoustic guitar like it was electric, and the music erupted from him and hurled itself out into the audience to seize my heart like guitar strings.

It was completely utterly f-ing marvellous. I was gripped for the whole two and a bit hours. I left on a high feeling like I’d just had a profound and moving experience. I was so impressed I bought a gig t-shirt which enticed me with its pinkness.

And yesterday I was having a bad hip/back day so I lay around lots resting and when I felt better I did some painting and then in the evening I brought ruin to my boyfriend. But in my defense it was his own fault for asking me to cut his hair even though we both knew that I’d never used hair clippers before.

Although really the clippers made a pleasant busy shearing noise, Z shed more hair than my late dog and it had all been going absolutely marvellously until due to a small error of communication I accidentally shaved off the entirety of his left sideburn up until the eyebrow line.

It would be wrong to say that he was speechless for he emitted many cries of shock and outrage and distress at his maiming. It was the first time that I saw the good humour and positive outlook on life fail the man. [And it is a testament to his fine character that after we’d done some damage control and he’d had time to bemoan his fate he forgave me].

I’m sure the trauma of the situation wasn’t eased by the fact that I broke down and laughed [I didn’t want to laugh! But I couldn’t help it! He looked so damn funny, and there’s nothing that incites giggles in me as much as knowing that they are the worst thing I could be doing]. I tried to cover it as an asthma attack but it didn’t work because the guffaws just erupted from me.

He didn't let me take pictures, and out of respect to his dignity I leave you only with the mental images.


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Jun. 22nd, 2005 01:32 pm (UTC)
The noble thing to do would have been to hand Z the hair clippers and say "Do your worst!".

And then he could have shown his love by not cutting all your hair off.
Or shown his sense of humour by giving you an interesting hair cut.
Jun. 22nd, 2005 01:49 pm (UTC)
a hair for a hair
hehehehhe, although to be fair I only lopped off his sideburn because I thought he was giving me instructions since in Serbian : "Idi do koze" [hold the shaver very close to the skin], what I thought he said, sounds remarkably similar to "Ide do koze" [Be careful, don't use them too close to the skin as they will shave hair down to bare skin], ie. what he actually said .

And then he could have shown his love by not cutting all your hair off.

Heeheeee true, although he'd have vested interest in allowing me to keep my mane intact since he prefers long haired women.

Jun. 22nd, 2005 02:27 pm (UTC)
I had no idea that Damien Rice was so good
*gasps* you didn't?!!

I saw Damien live a couple of years ago now at as festival, front row centre, and i have never been so capitivated, the bass was coming up through the grass beneath my feet and it was an incredibly physical experience, he's a wonderful artist.

Please investigate Tom McRae, if you haven't already (i'd be willing to post you a live cd if you wish)
Jun. 23rd, 2005 02:26 pm (UTC)
*gasps* you didn't?!!

It's a horrible omission!
I mean, I knew he was cool, but I'd just heard some of the softer stuff from O. And I thought nice bloke nice voice sweet folksey tunes but I had no idea he could play the dark edgy stuff and undo me with basslines and his mad guitar skillz.

Please investigate Tom McRae, if you haven't already (i'd be willing to post you a live cd if you wish)

I have never heard Tom McRae but I would love to!
Thank you please.
Jun. 25th, 2005 04:36 pm (UTC)
email me an address at smallblacksleepflower @ hotmail.com (minus spaces, obv) and a cd will be joyfully winging its way to you, hurrah!

*marks up another point on the tom mcrae pimping score sheet*
Jun. 22nd, 2005 05:58 pm (UTC)
Damien Rice

The rest: Z...gold sheets...hairless Manx cat appearance ok am exaggerating...it's not looking good for him >:)
Jun. 23rd, 2005 02:24 pm (UTC)
Re: Damien Rice
Ah, the poor marred man. But at least his hair grows back quickly. And he looks kind of cute walking around with the band aid disguising the shaved patch of his head.

it's not looking good for him >:)

Ah but he still cooks delights. :D
Jun. 23rd, 2005 03:48 pm (UTC)
Saved from eviction for another week then
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