srg reacted to sweetness in my lungs in Way Out West festival, Gothenburg/Göteborg, August 12th, 2017 - story
So I got to see Regina last Saturday! She came to the festival Way Out West in Gothenburg, Sweden. I was so completely unprepared for this concert. Had just come home from a vacation and had to repack to go away again. Forgot both camera and ear plugs. And additionally I had lost my phone on the vacation… So the pictures and videos I have are mostly taken by my husband on his phone. And there are not many because it was raining pretty hard … BUT I befriended two concert goers standing next to me and they agreed to send their photos and videos, so we’ll see. One of them were Russian and the other a Jewish New Yorker. What are the odds? Well… probabaly higher at a Regina concert than elsewhere now that I think about it… This was the first time I was not in the first row at a Reggie concert. I was in the second behind the New Yorker who was this short wonderful person that didn’t block my view at all (although she couldn’t see anything herself for the first three songs when the press took their photos ).
Regina was (as always) enchanting, graceful and mesmerizingly good musically. The setlist was very approachable. It felt very suitable for a festival. Mostly upbeat, better known songs. It’s amazing how she can almost fill an entire show with only hits now. I was very happy to hear Tornadoland again (probably my favorite on RUTL), The Calculation was a welcome returner as well as Eet, That Time and Bobbin’ for Apples. I was surprised that she didn’t play On the Radio or Bleeding heart, but I can’t say I missed them terribly.
She had a new cellist. She didn’t introduce the band, so I didn’t catch his name. But he was very… passionate. Hehe. Had a few funny expressions and was very vivid in his movements etc. He forgot how to play Blue Lips though. During the second verse he looked at the sheets, at the piano, back at the sheets, to Brady and so on while playing a few uncertain notes. But he did a good job otherwise! Courageous to bring an acoustic cello in that weather.
She improvised a great deal at the end of Better this time too! I have a bit of it on video.
High pitch ”juicy” x 3 on That Time.
Before Ballad of a Politician she referred to the White House and said that the Statue of Liberty stood before them and will stand after them. It was very moving and brought down huge applause.
During the outro of Small Bill$ she imitated a a wild animal, like scaring the crowd and then backing off looking hesitant. I thought of a bear because of the lyrics.
During Ne Me Quitte Pas she added how she loved Göteborg in the rain (with a really good accent with a rolling R!).
You guys. Samson this time. I have never ever sung along to that song. I sing it a lot by myself but I wouldn’t want to bother Regina or the people around me if they’re having a moment. I just think it’s too delicate. Haha. No one in the crowd agreed with me. Everyone sang along. Regina exclaimed ”You sing beautifully!” after the first verse. And then again after one more bit ”You’re gonna make me cry!”. So then I sang along. With Regina and everyone else. It was wonderful. At the end she actually sounded and looked like she was going to cry, she looked very moved. After she said ”You broke me heart! In the best possible way”. And she didn’t seem like she wanted to leave the stage. Many thank yous and blowing kisses plus an air hug.
It was a wonderful concert. It could’ve felt impersonal because of the setlist and the setting, but it was an experience I wouldn’t have wanted to miss. I’m so glad I went.
I’ll probably just post the videos in the facebook group, since they’re not good enough to put on youtube. Or maybe I'll find out how to attach them here...
Bobbin’ for Apples
Ballad of a Politician
Dance Anthem of the 80s’
You’ve Got Time
Ne Me Quitte Pas
srg reacted to srg in reginaspektor.net recordings gone?
Sorry - they're all still there, but somewhere along the line as I've neglected the site, the domain where most of the songs are stored got changed on me (from lunarpages.net to the even less reputable sounding nicewebsite.info). These links should work:
srg reacted to srg in reginaspektor.net recordings gone?
Sorry - they're all still there, but somewhere along the line as I've neglected the site, the domain where most of the songs are stored got changed on me (from lunarpages.net to the even less reputable sounding nicewebsite.info). These links should work:
srg reacted to almostspotless in Brümstix Group Photos!
I thought it might be nice to have a place to compile all the group photos that are taken of all of us at various shows so we can easily look back and reminisce.
So here are a few... add any you have!
Irving Plaza - New York, NY
United Palace - New York, NY
Jorgensen Center for the Performing Arts - Storrs, CT
Tower Theatre - Upper Darby, PA
Apple Store - New York, NY
McCarren Park Pool - Brooklyn, NY
srg reacted to dentistgirl in 2012.10.13- The Fillmore; Detroit, MI
Wow, Detroit. Yes, there are still surprises in life. This show was really, really awesome. Of course my first time ever in Detroit was a gross rainy day, but of course that would never stop me from standing outside for several hours for regina. The two people in front of me in line were decked out in ponchos, we talked about everything from 11:11 to seeing Paul McCartney. It was their first time for regina, I was excited for them. While making a huge mess eating some delicious tacos, one of the venue security guys brought out his phone and offered to show us a video of a Cleveland rta worker punching a girl. It was great because just the night prior a friend (in Cleveland) told me I needed to see this. It was also great, because this was a venue staff guy was being so nice and friendly. Yep, I was already having fun.
I knew there was nowhere to go but up when a small, very young girl and her dad got in line behind us. Despite the rain, she was bouncing and jumping around the sidewalk in her tiny pink shirt and tiny pink and grey shoes. She counted the people in line, then counted them again, by twos. She was hopeful about her chances of getting a “front row seat.” Throughout the wait she was a ball of energy, making hilarious comments only a child would about the various panhandlers who kept approaching us. She was quite possibly most adorable 6 year-old ever as she excitedly told us this was her first time seeing regina, and about how regina is her “favorite singer” and that she has “the most regina songs, more than anyone else.” She was impressively articulate about her love for regina. I’d made up my mind, Regina NEEDED to see her.
A bit more waiting, and after security went down the line informing everyone that we could take pictures but not use flash, we were let in to the venue at 6:50. It was a tad unusual, but I liked it. Inside, at the front, there was a weird mini ramp up to the barriers which was fine if you were in the front row, but apparently a challenge to stand on if you were in the second. Luckily I was in the front, but I had to listen to the people behind me performing all kinds of crazy leaning/bracing/standing techniques to deal with it. The stage was not as close as the night prior, but it was really low, the lowest ever in recent memory. It made for extra good viewing and camera angles. The wait had begun, and as corny as it was, the LiveNation screen with the text ticker was vastly entertaining and helped pass the time. I was elated to see that the little girl and her dad, despite a bathroom stop, had managed to get a good spot at the front, 2 people to my right. Yesss, this was perfect.
I was all smiles as Jack played. I tested the waters and videoed some stuff. Nobody cared. Sweet. Being that the stage was so low we figured Jack would have to see us at some point. We were RIGHT there. If he did he never showed it. Despite the fact that Jack almost always has his eyes open when he plays, not once has he ever acknowledged my presence from the stage (aside from in tiny venues). It’s weird. I guess regina just makes the most of the miniscule amount of time her eyes are open. Or perhaps women are just that much more observant than men…
In the interim my sister txted to inform me that my nephew had learned to roll over. Ahhh, love that little guy! Then my best friend texted to ask if I still had a job. LOL So anyone who was concerned, yes I definitely still have a job and even made my best paycheck ever last week. Regina is a good motivator, perhaps...
Regina came out wearing the dress she’d worn in Baltimore and all I could think was, “gosh, that dress is WAY longer than I remember.” Until I realized my view of her legs had been mostly obscured in Baltimore, so apparently I only imagined the dress being shorter. Anyway…. not tonight, the low stage made for prime viewing, legs, feet and all. And good it was for Ain’t No Cover. However, during The Calculation, 3 photographers moved in and began snapping away. At that moment the low stage was no longer cool nor a blessing. There was no “pit” so to speak and these camera wielding people were RIGHT there in front of us and also RIGHT there in front of regina. The camera action was relentless and excessive, if you ask me. The clicking was just as impossible to ignore as the climbing, stooping, and leaning in to-get-the-perfect-shot antics. Regina tried to pause between songs, push back from the mic and smile. You know, give them what they wanted. Unfortunately that did nothing to reduce the onslaught of clicking that permeated Small Town Moon. You could tell she was bothered, but didn't say it. And for a while the photographers truly WERE the show, not regina, which was annoying, but all I could do was laugh about it. Laugh I did (and take pictures of them taking pictures, lol) because I knew they had to go away after the 4th song. Thankfully they departed right on schedule, but not before leaving a small box on the stage. Regina noticed immediately and went to retrieve it. “A tiny me!” she squealed gleefully, examining the miniature far/laughing with video themed diorama. She carefully placed it in front of the amp before going on to play Ode to Divorce.
Between songs someone yelled, “thank you for existing.” Which elicited a small yet perfect dialogue about how good it was that we were all existing there together and how “existence is pretty fucking cool. Though actually maybe non-existence is really really cool too. I don’t know. I don’t remember it.” Good point. Brilliant as always, with the absolute best delivery as well. For the record, because maybe I haven’t said it enough, I love Patron Saint. I’m ever so happy it’s alive again. The distinct red and blue lights mixing to make purple as she sings it have become familiar now. It’s truly remarkable that I get to hear it every single show these days. Plus, it gives me hope for other old songs like it. Same goes for All the Rowboats. After watching her perform it numerous times, I’ve noticed that, quite consistently, she opens her eyes and usually smiles at the line “here’s your ticket welcome to the tombs.” That line is not in “her” voice; it’s some museum employee speaking. It seems to sort of dislodge her from the song; someone else going on about tickets, so she’s free to look around and smile. It’s subtle. It’s fascinating. It’s why her songs are magical.
Regina was having such a good time at this show. You could tell because she was, in the words of tyra banks, “smizing” through most everything even behind closed eyelids. Directing the band broadly at the beginning of How she looked so happy. Even the end of Blue Lips was much more smile than pain. The audience was way, WAY better than in Cleveland. Yes, people still talked and sang (you’re not going to eliminate that at a GA show) but not to obnoxious levels overall. Nothing was bringing me down at this show my face was already hurting from excessive smiling by the time Call them Brothers rolled around. It hurt even more when at one point she sang an entire word to me. Which sounds insane, but she looked at me and sang sending an intense jolt through my spine that felt like both panic and pleasure. It had never happened before, a completely new feeling. At the end of the song though, reg was suspiciously eyeing the left side of the audience. There was some noise happening. Jack exited and she went to the keyboard for Dance Anthem. Making it through only a couple of lines she stopped abruptly, the audience, trying to keep her going, continued singing. But she hadn’t stopped because she forgot the lines, “I had this feeling like some shit was going down over there. I just wanted to make sure everything was ok. Is there or isn’t there?” she worried. “Well if some shit goes down, you just tell me. I’m really tough. I’ve got these guns.” she said, pointing to her bicep. Completely adorable. I have no clue what, if anything, was actually going down over there, but before continuing regina informed everyone, with all the charm in the world, that, basically, they could just go to a bar and drink if they didn’t want to listen to her. Ohh my heart. <3 <3 <3
Back at the piano we eventually came to Ne Me Quitte Pas which is already a really fun song, but she elevated it to the next level when near the end, after I love paris in the rain she added, “and Detroit! also in the rain.” Yep, my face was broken from excessive smiling. How can anyone even take it?!?! Looove and I’m not even from michigan, ha!!! My smile got a small respite when right in the middle of Firewood some girl behind me decided to TAKE A PHONE CALL and was talking super loudly in Mandarin or some other language I didn’t understand. I wanted to break her. Hello, sorry, regina is trying to sing about death here, SHUT UP! Also the drums started overtaking everything in a very bad way. They were louder than regina’s voice. Hate. Oh Marcello was worse, drums percussing me to death. We moved on to Ballad of a Politician and after the intro and just a bit, regina decided that she heard some feedback or something weird in the lower register and stopped because she needed to fix it. I didn’t hear it, evidentially neither did the girls who kept urging her that it sounded fine. Oh how I adore your perfectionist tendencies regina. I promise it’s ok to be a psycho like that, you should see me at work. Anyway, whatever it was gave us the opportunity to hear the glorious intro of that song twice, so I’ll take it. Smiling again. People were really into Sailor Song and regina rocked it, drawing out the she-e-e-e-e-e-e near the end a terrifically long time. She mistakenly bolted directly into Open, forgetting about that mystical little sound that’s supposed to be at the start. All smiles and swearing, she restarted, hitting a wrong note before settling in to the song for good. Unfortunately the drums were again blaring to outrageous levels once they came in. As much as I hated that, I couldn’t really hear regina anyway due to some girl singing right into my left ear. I figured what the hell? I wanted those drums louder LOUDER, loud enough to silence the girl. Death. Same story with The Party- girl singing and drums killing everything. But something magical did happen during that one. I heard/read about this happening elsewhere at some point and was sooo excited when a swell of applause erupted mid-song at the line “for all the friends we have lost, let’s give them one more round of applause.” Makes you feel warm on the inside. So good.
The encore carried on normally. And I was happy that she was again doing Hotel Song, I definitely missed it in Cleveland. 2/3 of the way through the song, some guy to the left attempted to climb over the barrier, but security got to him before his toe ever touched the floor and removed him instantly. I’m not entirely sure regina even saw this since her eyes were closed. Either way, I was impressed with security. No getting on regina’s stage here son! Woot! Finally, at very the end of Hotel Song, it happened, after all this time, regina saw that little girl. I’m not 100% positive, but I think she was standing on the ground looking THROUGH the barrier. Regina’s response to seeing her was just as I’d imagined, better actually. Her face overtaken by a huge smile, she waved, and waved again, eyes wide, kind of in awe of this adorable little child. Hands down best part of the night. My face was officially dead from smiling. As regina started Samson, I was actually crying from overwhelming happiness. At the end of the show, the girl’s dad had lifted her up and regina walked right out to the edge of the stage to ask what her name was. The girl responded and regina, still smiling in amazement, told her she’d gotten the girl’s letter. I’m pretty certain she made that little girl’s life. And well mine too, just witnessing the scene.
Afterwards we talked to her, she was SO pleased that regina had seen her and gotten her letter. She told us how much fun she had, and we readily agreed. It’s funny just how well a 6 year-old was fitting right in with us. haha Untiringly she continued talking, offering that the first song of regina’s she ever heard was Us. And when asked what her favorite song was she replied, “Ne Me Quitte Pas.” Tiny, adorable, with such good taste in music, and now saying things in French! My night was already the best, but having that little girl there made it even a million times better. It’s really not every show you that you get to spend with a kindergarten-age, completely-serious regina fan. There’s something special about being around the unbridled joy and immense energy of a child. I was extra happy that she had such a great experience and that I got to share it with her.
The venue staff which had to this point been the most fun, most professional of all time was now a population of red shirted women who were really trying to shove everyone out the door as fast as possible. Meh… It was pouring outside. This should be fun… And there was a huge number of people waiting for by the bus. Barriers set all over the place. It certainly wasn’t the best. I managed to accomplish my mission, which was to point out, esp to her tour manager, that the Chicago theatre staff had treated everyone, including regina, like shit last time she played there and if that could not happen this time, well, I’d be happier. It’s all out of my hands, but at least I planted that seed.
It’s really hard to measure and be objective, but this was very possibly the most fun I’ve had at a show this tour. Really, the crowd was great and engaging, but not utterly out of control. Security was functional and informative without being rude. Most importantly, Regina seemed to be having the best time. Worth the trip, no question. It was such an awesome night.
(sorry, didn't realize how bad it was going to get. Just kept going though...)
<---see the tiny regina at the beginning
<---existence is cool
<--- And Detroit!
<---complete stop and restart, double intro
<---best thing ever at the end
srg reacted to dentistgirl in Bear spektor ??
First of all. The Spektors didn't leave Russia until 1989. Regina was 9 "and a half" she always says.
Second, Regina has made various comments at earlier shows about her brother, going to camp etc. The most recent and informative being in Feb 2007 when some asshole photog flipped her off. In her response to him she said that her brother was 16, "and the only one allowed to give her the finger." See THREAD.
So it's all perfectly reasonable that he was born in 1990, in America. The voice on Soviet Kitsch, recorded in the early 2000s or whenever that may have been exactly, has his little boy voice on it.
If you're still skeptical think about it in terms of logic. Regina was born in 1980, to parents that were certainly not a teen mom & dad. For regina to be 23 and have a "baby" brother is, well, not particularly reasonable.
srg reacted to dentistgirl in Cleveland HoB October 12, 2012
Oh Cleveland, Cleveland… At roughly 3.5 hours drive this was physically the closest show of the entire tour to where I actually live. Plus after having lived in Cleveland for 4 years, I can pretend to be from there if I want, but then again why would I want to? Lol jk/ kinda. An easy familiar drive and I was at the venue just before 3pm trying to get the box office to hold a ticket for a friend who was going to arrive after doors. They refused (really!??!?!?!?!) because it was a sold out show. Whatever the heck that has to do with anything. :/ Super frustrated at that moment, but I did see reg’s band coming in for soundcheck. I left the venue to go make sure everyone else was accounted for and, driving around the city on a gorgeously sunny afternoon I saw a bunch of newly constructed townhouses, I watched a guy leaving the dental school after an interview, I noticed that my old apartment building had new windows, and I began to feel excessively nostalgic. Apparently, this night was going to be more emotional than I expected.
We arrived a little late for our 5pm dinner reservation, but managed to eat and get in the early entry line before 6:45. Despite having been to this venue numerous times, I’ve never come in the side door like that before. When I walked in, all I could think was “whoa, this place is WAY smaller than I remember.” According to the box office it holds 1200, so definitely smaller than some of the other recent venues. Anyway, after chatting with some girls from Kent State, I managed to wedge myself into the front row next to them. It was their first time and they were really hoping for Folding Chair. We informed them that chances were good, and luckily regina didn’t make me a liar. As the wait grew longer and people began absolutely crushing in, the room was hot and loud and jostling and all the things the last 3 seated venues had almost made me forget about.
I was thankful when Jack began to play, but felt excessively tense, a lump already in my throat. I wasn’t liking where this was headed (for me, in my own headspace). As he played along with the ipod, my weeping commenced at the first line of Kick ‘em Out. “I could never pay this debt I owe…” which pretty much sums up how I feel about the last 5 years. There are no words of gratitude adequate enough for regina or to explain how lucky I feel to have been handed such a positive life altering experience in this very city. It still just blows my mind. I smiled hard though, when immediately after Jack played It’s A Boy, my friend leaned up to me and said, “Wow! THAT was such a good song.” My response exactly the first time I heard it too so…now I know why we are friends. yeahhh More teary eyes, and cursing Jack for doing this to me, during Long Live the Future. Honestly, it’s Jack! I shouldn’t be like this! Sometimes he just kills me. As ridiculous as it sounds this show felt a little like the Dan Cho benefit to me. I’m sure not to anyone else, but I was so overwrought reflecting on the last 5 years of my life that I could barely keep it together.
The wait until 9:20 was borderline painful amid the sea of people, but my mind was going a mile a minute. I was close to breaking down from limbic system overload. When regina finally stepped out, hair again straightened, red nail polish now chipping (the way I like it best), wearing a super-cute short black and white striped lace dress over opaque black tights and her black patent leather tuxedo shoes she was only 3 arm lengths from me as she sang Ain’t No Cover. Really really close! The stage was pleasantly TINY and I could hear everything so well- each instrument incredibly distinctly. So props to the HOB for that I suppose. The crowd was rowdy and loud with excessive singalongs. You could tell regina was basking in it for a while, she smiled along through The Calculation and On the Radio at the crowd’s exuberance. But by Small Town Moon I was seriously over the crowd noise and perhaps regina was getting there too because she sort of retreated INTO the songs. I pressed my body forward firmly into the barrier and closed off the rest of the world; the entire maddening crowd fell away, until it was only she and I there. Worked like a charm. I was overwhelmed by thoughts that wouldn’t stop and found myself crying during How and All the Rowboats. All the rowboats?! Really???? Yes, there was something unbelievably striking about the way she writhed into the green light with the most achingly vacant expressions during the instrumental bit between verses. Like her body was there, but she’d left her own consciousness entirely to be IN that song. It was one of the highlights of the night for me. People cheered excessively (into the beginning of the song) and continued singing relentlessly during Blue Lips. Meanwhile, other people berated them for doing so. Regina kept looking out at us surely questioning wtf was happening? I mean…it’s Blue Lips STFU! Call them Brothers was the best, as usual, particularly when she made at eyes at me. Luckily I was smiling then.
Thank goodness for The Prayer since the vast majority of annoying Ohioans can’t sing in Russian. It was mercifully almost silent for once, except for my crying and that of the girl next to me. When did I turn into such a freak?!! I think I was so preoccupied with organizing friends and tickets and traveling and all that practical stuff that I failed to consider how monumental this show might feel. Only when I was in there did it start hitting me like a ton of bricks. Last time, or rather, the FIRST time I saw her, from up in the Agora Theater balcony she was this teeny little figure and now she was right there, life size. She was looking at me, smiling at ME. But more than that, it was all the stuff I’d done, all the growing up that happened, all the feelings I’d really let myself feel, all the trips to New York and everywhere else that I never would’ve made if it weren’t for her, all the friends I have now because she helped me find them, all the dark scary walks home alone at night that she sang to me, all of the desperately demoralizing days of dental school I survived nourished by her voice. I hadn’t sought her that first time. I hadn’t expected anything, let alone all this; yet, without regina, who/what/where would I even be now? Impact incalculable.
Moving right along... the continuance of more horrific singalongs. I think the girl on my right sang along for EVERY song except Prayer of Francois Villion. I wanted to smother her by the end. I mean oversinging regina is bad enough, but when you do it incredibly poorly, it’s is even more irritating. The girl actually said “frozen toes-es”, ugh. Overly hostile much? nah…not me… I was just oh-so wishing regina had opted for the Russian version of that song at that moment. Next, other people were being super loud and obnoxious during Firewood. My emotions during that song were ragingly bipolar. Dying crying, PEOPLE TALKING, death sadness, Regina looking around for the offenders- pissed but smiling, back to seriousnessssss, girl on my left bawling, me bawling…and oh god, I think I need a psychiatrist.
More crying etc., then Sailor Song. Yesss!!! I was so surprised when she didn’t play it at UConn, but I finally got it this tour. I was happy. Folding Chair; reg delivered for the girls next to me. Their excitement palpable as they raised nearly dead iphones to capture the song they’d been waiting practically all show for. Security was reasonably cool. They didn’t yell at me for taking videos, which I’ve gotten reamed out for doing at this venue in the past. However, very oddly, at one point some guy a few rows back and to the right yelled out, in Russian, “I love regina spektor” and a security guy came and pointed him out and sternly told him “NO” complete with throat cutting motions. Confused the guy replied, “wait…seriously?” which was my thought also, considering all the other far more stupid/inappropriate/loud/annoying things that had been shouted out all night and gone unpunished. Nevertheless, security was serious, and responded with a firm look before returning to his post. Things were winding down with Open when a decent way into the intro some girl loudly blurted out “This is my heaven right here!” Yeah, well it’s mine too, minus YOU. Gahhh! Regina gave her a look, wondering if it might be ok to proceed. I was kind of amazed, the whole show, she never had one harsh word for the audience despite their impolite and downright bad behavior at times. Even when she attempted to quiet the people with a look she was always smiling, never stern.
The encore is always just a total breakdown of singalongs, I expect that and clearly so does regina. Tonight they were out in full force for Us and Fidelity. Obviously live recs of Fidelity are not topping people’s playlists since they were butchering that one all over the place. Then regina unexpectedly, it seemed, sent the band away. As if she was going, but decided not, to do Hotel song. The musicians rather abruptly moved off the stage and Regina finished, alone, with Samson. Although partway through, she yanked the in-ear monitor out with a confused/pained expression and finished the song without it. She smiled and bowed and smiled some more and just as she was about to walk off, she waved at me, which elicited screeches of jealousy from some girls nearby. Oh my…I never thought I’d see the day when someone (other than my little sister) was jealous of me.
This was, by far, the shittiest audience of the shows I’ve been to for quite some time. Friday night drunk people in Cleveland at a GA show, what else would anyone expect? At least nobody got up on stage this time. I think I would’ve been far more distressed over this had I not been off in my own little world of wonderment and reflection on my life, largely shutting everyone else out. Regina was gracious, and handled whatever came, as usual. I don’t know how she deals with it, how she plays through, how she smiles when she must want to scream at people. I think based on this show she must be able to remove herself from the annoyance and leave us bothersome people standing there, while she goes away, into the song.
Talking to Jack afterward he asked, “so does it bother you when the audience does that?” I think 4 of us in unison responded with an emphatic, “YES!” Obviously…haha. While waiting for regina in the near freezing Cleveland night, we were accosted by quite a steady flow of homeless people asking for money. Most notably one guy who just needed 40cents so he could get to East Cleveland, hilarious. For those of you who don’t know, East Cleveland is SUPER ghetto (gas gets 20cents cheaper per gallon there, and your car will be consumed by the immense potholes in the road if you don’t drive <10mph, which you don’t want to do, lest you be shot). Also I don’t know what 40 cents gets you these days, but alright. Eventually regina came out and talked to us. She was still enthusiastic about the book. She said she admires it on the bus and it makes her so happy. Also the title is peeling up, but she is going to glue it back down. <3
Another amazing night, which was capped off back at a friend’s house with wine and homemade tiramisu and talking until 3am.
Vids (for the record the only sounds on these vids I take responsibility for are the laughing and the crying. NONE of the singing/talk is mine.)
@ 0:56 that was for me.
(aka SHUT UP CLEVELAND)