Just got back from Mr. Cocker's performance.

It was quite the thing.

More later, perhaps, but for now

Rice was there to protect me from the crazy beer-throwing-mosh-pitting-crazy-large-male-psychos.

I was front and center, quite accidentally, so I can tell you about Mr. Cocker's dental work, how he's every phlebotomist's dream, how he'll need new shoe laces soon, the brand of his pants, that he needed to wash his glasses, and that he got his right forefinger slammed in comething recently. (Later, after I noticed, he mentioned it and said it was from playing air hockey.) I can tell you lots of things.

I also ended up with his crotch in my face and some of his spittle on my forehead. Mostly I thought, "Wow, this is unusual; he's lucky I'm an introvert and such a polite person," and "I wonder if I can sell some of the skin from my forehead on ebay...?" :D I also ended up with this woman, who reminded me of my mother as a young woman, plastered against me, gyrating, and screaming in my ear, trying to grab Mr. Cocker. Usually when I'm that intimate with someone I have to worry about birth control.

I can also tell you that, in general, I was appalled by some of the behavior of the audience members. Tonight we'll just
say that I don't care who you are or if he's given you a newspaper and he shook your hand. I don't care if he is within arm's reach or not. Just because someone is on a stage performing doesn't give you the right to touch his junk. I don't care who he is. Well, unless it's that kind of show. It wasn't that kind of show.

Steve Mackey played bass. That totally rocked. He wasn't impressed with the woman groping Mr. Cocker either. Just sayin'. (Steve Mackey played bass! It was fabulous!)

To finish:

It was a fabulous set and everyone performed well. They worked very hard, and did a wonderful job. It was quite impressive. Mr. Cocker interplayed well with the audience, was clever, quick, and witty, and did a very fine job. Better concert than Dylan, and for me that's saying a lot.

Funniest bit of the night, perhaps. (Well, maybe the air hockey story...) Some man yelled, "Jarvis! Cunts Are Running the World!" And Mr. Cocker said, "I've noticed that, as well."

I can't argue with that.

Goodnight.