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  1. you had better go see her NOW! I went to see her show last night and it was AMAZING! When I showed up at a fairly crappy little tavern I was kinda wondering what I was getting into, since I went alone. I was quite the spectacle with my notebook studying oral histology at the bar while the first opener, the Plastic Hearts, was playing. Then, Nicole’s opener, Parlor Mob, took the stage. They were ok, but really not my type of music. It was just LOUD and they were head-banging, and I couldn’t hear lyrics at all. My hearing is still not back to normal… No joke. While Parlor Mob was playing, Nicole and her band were just there hanging out at the bar, doing shots and talking to random people, which was surprising and cool. Despite her illness, which she is still battling with plenty of antibiotics, she did a full set and sounded awesome doing it. From what I remember, and in no particular order: Maybe Tonight Carousel Party’s Over The Way It Is Kill the Headlights Together We Are Both Alone Love Surreal Neptune City Brooklyn’s On Fire So, pretty much her entire album plus a cover of something I can’t remember. Anyway, there were maybe only 50 people in the place and I was right in the front. I could see everything perfectly. Nicole was a very emotive singer and you could tell she was really into it. Plus, she was very down to earth and funny. She was wearing a necklace with a clock, and someone yelled out “Flavor Flav.” And she responded that yes, it was her tribute to the new season of Flavor of Love and she enjoys the fact that her life consists of watching crappy VH1 shows and their re-runs. The only thing better would be to actually have friends like the girls on Flavor of Love, so that she would always have something to talk to her mom about. Afterwards, I went over to say Hi. There was nobody, no crowds, nothing of the sort. She even got one of her band members to take a picture for me. We were discussing my extreme nerdiness earlier, and I explained that I was in dental school and had a final exam the next day. She thought that was really cool, because when she was younger she always wanted to be a dental hygienist!!! I thanked her profusely and told her what an amazing job she did despite the sinus infection and left extremely glad I went. So moral of this story people is go! Go see her now, now while you can still have the chance to hang out with her and talk to her. I’m thinking that very soon, you will have to fight the mob to meet her. Most of all, her music is great and you will not be disappointed.
  2. Regina at Duke University Recording

    Better late than never! Thanks for sharing. It's so good to hear something "new." This show is certainly a testament to regina's fortitude and the incredible talent that manages to flow out of her somehow even in the worst of situations.
  3. *NEW SONG* You've Got TIme

    "Think of all the roads, think of all their crossings Taking Steps is easy, Standing Still is hard" Well that's intense. Gah, she always kills me. In a good way of course. New regina song, this day will be good obviously.
  4. Er..."Mad Libs" from Regina and Jack? What's this?

    Regina: i'm going to try and play a festival in MA and some shows in NY, finish a CD i've been working on (a different one), learn to tango, go kiss a boy in Florida, and visit some good friends on a farm in Hawaii.... sounds good for now... I sense that she failed to accomplish most of that. haha. If i recall correctly, the Tom Petty tour last spring was her first trip to FL and last time she played SA, Buenos Aires, she made some comment that she couldn't actually tango, just hold a rose between her teeth. Not that it makes me less impressed. Who knows what happens in >10 years. This interview is still so awesome bc it's actually her words as typed.

    Happy Birthday to one of the sweetest most talented people I know! Thank you for everything. Hope your day is wonderful and this year is the best yet! Much love always! -Jamie
  6. post your Regina memorabilia

    There are a couple good threads floating around- Signed Stuff (this one references autographed memorabilia of all kids of artists reg included) Your regina collection (this one is more specifically ALL regina stuff) Enjoy!
  7. 2012.11.17- Fillmore Miami Beach

    Hola peeps, I have 2 extra tickets for this show. I know it's not Sold Out yet, but let me know if you have any interest. I could be convinced to be more charitable than Live Nation.
  8. i love you all.

    Was looking at some regina pics I took this year and almost cried with overwhelming happiness. So I thought I'd say, it's been a tough year (life-wise) and an amazing year (regina-wise) and I really do love you. We got a new pretty home here and I'm so honored to take part and share. *Hugs*
  9. 2012.11.17- Fillmore Miami Beach

  10. 2012.11.17- Fillmore Miami Beach

    Sorry, I wrote this in November but I’m only just posting now. I have no excuse. Happy Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Christmas, and New Year. Enjoy! Last day of the US tour for regina and co and for me too. Very bittersweet, it’s been a blast, but a little exhausting and I’ve totally neglected all other aspects of my life (haha) but who cares? You don’t get these opportunities every day. I was holding out making plans for this trip, for one because I was worried regina would be super sick by now and two because it seemed, even in my estimation, a bit ludicrous to go all the way to Miami (a place I’ve never been) alone just for regina after seeing her a bunch of times already. In the end, I concluded that regina was not excessively ill and I’d obviously regret just sitting around my apartment not going. Due to my procrastination, in order to actually get to Miami, I had to fly out of Baltimore (which I’d never done) on Saturday (the day of the show) and just pray that flight would be on time. Luckily it all went smoothly and I made it there without a hitch. Man was it hot. I tried to prepare myself to go from 40 degrees to 80, but it was still overwhelming! After checking in to the hotel, I had a few minutes (literally) to see the beach. It was much more tropical looking than I’d expected, and being so late in the season there were very few people around. Although I didn’t get to swim, I got to stick my feet in the water. There’s something revitalizing about it, as if I’m always unconsciously marking off days in my head until I touch the ocean again. Set that clock back to zero! Just after 5, I got changed and headed to the venue, salt still on my legs. The looming, aqua and white, art-deco Fillmore was more of a compound than a music venue. The monstrously huge, long building, entrenched by yards and yards of metal fencing forced me to walk a couple blocks to even find the bus. It was locked down tight. Yes, this was going to be hellish afterwards, I knew. By 5:20 a good 30 or 40 people were waiting in the GA line. A family of 3 was already in line ahead of me in the special pass line, which by some miracle I spotted hidden away on the side of the building. We had a small respite alone for a while in this awkward velvet-roped-off area with benches that almost totally precluded the formation of a “line.” Luckily I had time to take care of my emergency patient calls and phone in the necessary prescriptions before any more people came. A middle-aged woman showed up to claim a spot in line for her daughter “who’s a huge regina fan,” but was getting food first. Eventually said daughter and a son, plus a friend showed up. By 6:30 a line of 30 or 40 people had formed, much more than in Atlanta, roughly on par with Detroit. Then, security unexpectedly started letting us inside. what was going on? I had no clue, doors weren’t until 7:30. This was way too soon. Turns out they have a small lounge that they let us into for an hour (obvious money-making tactic) before actually letting us into the theater area. I was not impressed; to me it just meant nearly another hour of standing in a new place anxious and excited having to re-jockey for position. Gah…This whole lounge scene, it’s probably nice for people who care less than me, it did have bathrooms and seats and drinks (for the record it was $14 for mixed drinks in “plastic” cups. Outrageous much?!?). To me, all just DISTRACTIONS. It was essentially 7:30 when they finally let us inside for real, directing us all to go to the right. The daughter & friend, both high school age, informed me, “we’re staying with you, because you know what to do.” Haha. Anyway just at the threshold of the theater doors they again held us from entering. Two not-so-pleasant women were announcing to us loudly and not particularly politely that we could take pictures, but not use flash. “If ANYONE uses a flash regina is going to stop the entire show and you are going to be removed from inside.” They kept hammering us, “MS. Spektor DESPISES camera flashes, and she WILL flip out and stop playing if she sees one.” It was overkill, and uncomfortable. It was untrue. It felt wrong, these people are just the shitty venue staff, they don’t know Regina from Eve, and yet they are representing her –poorly, I might add. They’re putting words in her mouth and painting an image of her that’s far from accurate. It burned me, but what could I do? After taking the best spot inside the very small pit area, I had to calm at least a dozen people’s fears of, “OMG is she really mean like that? Will she really leave the stage? Have you ever seen someone take a picture with a flash? What happened????” From the first instant that room was ultra-high energy. I was trying to chill out in my little world alone. Soon however, the couple next to me starting talking, “ok, I feel like I’m in a high school movie right now.” Turing to me, “hey, how old are you?” Me: “28.” Them: “WHAT!?!? Are you serious?!” “yeah…” “Ok, well, that explains why you seem so composed and calm compared to everyone else here. But you don’t look that old!” It was, quite possibly, the best compliment of my life (not the age part, the composure part! =D) We got to talking for a while, thankfully killing time. They were cool, but clearly not diehard regina fans. Jack came out after what seemed like a long time. My view was good, but things were set up fairly far back on the low stage. His whiskey was in a green cup. This surprised me. He’s had all kinds of cups red, blue, clear, but never GREEN. I guess green solo cups just aren’t that prevalent, but for some strange reason I felt transfixed by that alien cup next to him as he went on preforming his regular ipod set. As usual, he mentioned his various social media sites, and some guy, off to my right a ways, was very excited about the myspace prospects. Lol I was just trying to savor every last bit of the music, especially It’s A Boy, Kick ‘em Out, and Magic and Long Live the Future (oh yeah, and all of them haha), because I don’t know when I’ll get to see Jack play again. Sad… The inbetween sets was interminable. It was extra long. People were starting to complain a lot. I was dying for her to hurry up too because more and more people were cramming themselves in the tiny front-most pit area and I was being crushed into the rail. There was zero preservation of personal space. A girl was physically adhered to my back side; I had to feel her touching my butt for basically the entire show. Is that necessary?! After an eternity, it was finally time. The band took their places, Mathias walked out gingerly with a cane. What?! Regina then appeared from the depths of stage left wearing the now-familiar short black and white striped lace dress (from Cleveland/Beacon) black tights and patent leather oxfords and began to sing Ain’t No Cover. Her pinned-back hair seemed to have extra volume and her red nail polish was pristine. L O V E as always. Not 3 lines into The Calculation, I caught a whiff of marijuana. Fortunately it was incredibly brief as the photographers clicked away in front of me. She continued with On the Radio backed by a room full of people. But then. My heart stopped. The photographers were exiting, hurriedly, at the end of On the Radio, BEFORE Small Town Moon. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was instantly nervous that my words had had the power to make this happen (since I had just complained in my Atlanta post about the photographers wrecking small town moon). Then again, I reasoned, regina seemed to hate them as much as I did, so maybe it was just her choice to make them leave, and I could safely revel in the fact that we saw things the same way. Either way, it was a very happy development. Unfortunately, the high school girl next to me didn’t see things as I did and was taking calls from a phone not on vibrate. She and I had already forged a tenuous relationship, so could forgive her, once. However she continued to be an idiot during Ode to Divorce, yapping on about how “Alex” “loves this song” and then proceeded to call someone who I can only assume was “Alex” and talk to them. I was ready to break her phone. With my left arm pressed against her chest, I began to silently smolder with rage towards her. The crowd, if I had to describe it in a word- DESPERATE. They were excessively noisy and generally poor singers. Hardly anyone produced a witty comment for regina. In fact, very few produced a comment at all, it was as if they were all just reaching, leaning forward between songs pleading for her to notice them. It was weird. Although, some guys on my right did shout comments in Russian which they said had taken up learning because of regina (I liked them immediately =). Due to all the bodies atop mine, I apparently had some trouble taking all complete videos (didn’t realize this until now…so sorry about that.) The two most popular mantras of the night were “I’ve waited 5 years for this!” and “FINALLY! Regina NEVER comes to Florida.” She went on with the regular setlist playing basically flawlessly. She made the little “increase piano” gesture early in All the Rowboats which was countered a moment later by mysterious worried gesture back to the soundboard never interrupting the song. She’s good like that. I smiled to myself as I noticed that the familiar silver heart, noticeably absent for the rest of this tour, again decorated the side of her mic. Or rather, someone had drawn it over the electrical tape that was holding the two mics (some tech person, feel free to correct me on her setup) together. As a sea of people around me puzzled “are they really married?!” I tried to soak up every second of Call the Brothers. Although Jack and Regina’s interaction was unfortunately minimal, the song was as beautiful as ever. Blue Lips was full of sing-alongs and punctuated boughts of chatter. And things went from bad to worse during Prayer of Francois Villion, which is really the litmus test for a good audience. If they behave when they don’t understand the words, they’re ok in my book, if not, why even be there?! Regardless, regina sang it incredibly. For me it’s always a highlight, it’s pure emotion and power. For people to ignore it in their own immaturity is a travesty. Regina seemed to be having a good time though. She seemed less sick than last week, hardly any coughing. Though she really only addressed the audience extraneously twice, once to say this was her first time ever in Miami (mine too!) and to thank the band and crew and everyone for making the US tour a success. Somewhere during Oh Marcello, I noticed the girls next to me had located a setlist from a recent show online and were intently studying it. Instead of fucking listening to regina as she played Ballad of a Politician they mused aloud “only 4 songs left?! Wow this has gone by so fast.” I mean wtf?! you immature brats, you are standing in the front row of regina’s show (regina, who you “LOVE” and have be “dying to see” for “5 years”) why don’t you try SEEING her, respecting her???? This is life, it’s happening in front of your blind freaking eyes, not inside your godforsaken phone. *Add this incident to the list of reasons I wish reg’s setlist could be a tad less static, man alive… Earlier the girls had been super concerned about regina getting mad regarding the camera flashes, and I had reassured them it would be fine (just don’t use flash) and that I’ve only seen her get upset when people make noise during songs, like TALKING especially during quiet parts. I was explicit and descriptive and it was a long, detailed conversation with examples. Now here they are ignoring everything I said totally unconcerned. WHHYYYYYYY?!!!!!!!!!!!!!? During Open, they needed to have yet another discourse, worrying about the stupid brother, that he was getting tired of this concert (he was back in the seated area with the parents). Honestly, who gives a fuck? You shouldn’t. You’re in the front row, allegedly having the time of your life. I’m sure you parents can handle him, just like they have been for the last decade and a half. It just sucksss when dumb people like this are taking up prime space in the front, where I desperately wish someone deserving and appreciative could be. To them it’s just a good story; they can tell their friends and make a tweet and a fb post and get more cool points for getting “front row” at some concert. And that friends, is just so, soooo far from my own front row intentions it sickens me. I realize, not everyone can have my passion for regina. I think it’s great that people who aren’t even fans (yet) come to shows, that people drag their friends along. However, it’s so foreign to me how people can completely fail to have any manners whatsoever, that they can have total disrespect for the fact that a real live person is performing, and not only that, but that other people are trying to hear/see/enjoy it. Again, maybe this whole predicament has been caused by the fact that a lot of concerts now aren’t really about the music anyway- they’re more about being noticed, they’re about shock value, loudness and outrageousness; therefore, desperate overdone loud obnoxious social media addicts are considered prime audience members. The more attention they get the “entertainer” at any cost, the better. People are blind if they can’t figure out this is not the case for regina, her greatness speaks for itself. Annnd back from that tangent… people were singing along quite a bit for sailor song and folding chair. I was smiling hard when she played Folding Chair. Although it seemed rather uptempo I didn’t mind, it felt summer again with being in Miami and all. I had just seen the beach and buried my feet in the sand and the felt the breeze, and it was just too perfectly appropriate. The whole show I felt like I kept opening my eyes wider and wider and breathing less and less trying not to miss anything, knowing that this was it, there would be no next show. Open was particularly aching, as I prayed it wouldn’t be immediately ousted from the setlist after this. It’s just too incredible!!!!!! The Party is perfect. There’s no way to not smile especially now that people clap every show. I sense that she likes that trend as well, and purposefully elicits the applause now by pausing extra at that moment to indicate that her words are indeed a call to action. The encore break was very long, but the audience clapped mightily throughout. The girls beside me debated about whether they should leave (uh..yes!) but opted to stay. The couple on my right departed because they had a party to go to (as I said…not diehard, not even close) and a different girl stepped into their spot. Thankfully this also made enough room for the girl behind me to quit feeling up my ass for the first time all night. Regina proceeded with the regular encore starting with Us. Everyone was singing along, the two girls behind me were particularly loud and hideous and by the time Fidelity came around I could no longer hear regina at all. Singing, it’s ok, especially during the encore. I realize this is fun and you are excited and regina is your “hero” but sing well and do it in unison with the rest of the crowd NOBODY wants to hear YOU. And if you think regina will notice you if you sing loud enough, NOPE. She absolutely won’t, especially not over the voices of several hundred other dumbasses like you. Sorry, NOBODY paid to listen to you, nobody walked, drove or flew to that venue so that YOU could sing to them, so until they do, STFU!!! UGGHHH. This god-awful singalong nightmare continued into Hotel Song when the girl who had just stepped up next to me turned around and gave the sucky sing-alongs a piece of her mind, “Can you please not sing so loud? I can’t even hear regina! I paid to hear her, not YOU!” The girl fell silent, but had to relay the exchange with her companion who evidentially couldn’t hear it initially. Being told to quiet down? Who would dare?! She’s God, obviously… And this is America. Her ire raised, so did her singing volume. Save my soul. The other girl remained quite, thankfully. After Samson, regina stood and waved, and I felt in suspended animation. This can’t be over. Nooooo… But it was over, and as her tour manager shined a flashlight and held the black curtain from her pathway, regina exited for the last time. Before completely disappearing into the darkness she gave him a high-five, a perfect final image etched on my brain. After the show I bought all the merch I didn’t already own and waited for the crowd to dwindle. FYI- get the Only Son shirt it is super comfy, the material is awesome! Jack and I had a nice long (under these circumstances) chat as the merch was getting packed up. I couldn’t have been happier really when I finally stepped out into the night, I felt so loved and appreciated. People were taking photos with the mega huge regina poster encased outside the venue on the wall. They were remarking about the poor resolution of the picture, how crappily pixelated it was blown up that huge, how, “let’s be serious, regina doesn’t exactly get the best people to do this stuff. Have you seen her website?” Ouch. But at the same time… I can’t really argue. Yes, I’m saying it, sorry. It’s not exactly regina’s job to design a website or produce high res images or even really care about that shit, but people who work for her should. I just think if you get to work for regina, come on! Do a freaking amazing job, because she warrants it! It was warm but windy as I trudged back to see how horrible the situation was by the bus area. On my way, I encountered the girl who had berated the sing-alongs, and I thanked her for doing it. We talked a little, she’d also come alone. Why couldn’t I have found her sooner?! We walked to the back of the venue together to behold the sight of 50 or more people plastered against a metal fence like animals with others sprawling across the lawn and parking lot noshing on pizza and McDonalds. A large parking lot was situated behind the building with regina’s busses and trucks parked in it as well as venue staff vehicles. The lot was surrounded by a high metal fence with vertical bars. An equally tall gate sealed off the entrance, but stood open just wide enough to accommodate a single metal barrier (the kind you all know), obviously to facilitate a potential meeting. People were packed behind that barrier 10 deep. Insane, but expected. It was almost midnight and I opted to stand at the side so I could actually see what was happening. The truck was backed up to a loading dock and equipment was being shuffled in, to the right of the truck was an exit door and a long ramp down to the parking lot. There would be no missing her egress. Apparently I looked highly suspicious to the security guys by not being some rabid fan frothing at the mouth by that gate, so they repeatedly walked over in my general direction and told me specifically not to do anything like climb the fence (uhh…right…) and reminded me they were watching. Ok, yeah, sorry I’m not some pack animal. After waiting for at least another 30minutes Brad and Mathias came out. People were begging them to know about regina. Someone offered Mathias a foot massage if he told them when she was coming out. “That would be nice” he said, as they headed to the bus. A short time later they emerged again and were let out of the compound. I sprinted over to say Hi. They recognized me, but had “very limited time to get one drink.” They said they’d be back, “before regina even comes out” and continued on their way. I watched them walk away and struggled mightily with the decision not to follow. It would be great sit down and get a drink with them, but leaving now… could be a fatal error. My judgment proved sound; they had not returned by the time regina made her way down that long ramp towards us just after 1am. There were shrieks and applause and a mass of people pressing into the barrier, this was going down just as I’d imagined, in awful flaming chaos. People were actually on the ground reaching through the gate with whatever they had, begging for autographs. They’d waited 5 years, they’d waited forever, and now they were on their knees, quite literally, begging. It was a sight to behold, it was both amazing, in a way, and degrading. Regina’s fans were zoo animals, monkeys reaching through the fence in hopes of being handed the almighty banana. I don’t know if I could’ve/would’ve ever done that. There was something seriously demoralizing about the whole scene. One of the guys who’d learned Russian had been at the front and, evidentially, gotten a hug from regina. I was happy for him, he deserved it. It meant something to him, he was hyperventilating almost to the point of tears. People were bitter that her manager wasn’t letting them take pictures and she was rushing through. Though there was still a hoard of people, me at the back of it, I heard him say, “ok we’re done in two more seconds!” That was my signal to shove past everyone. As I reached the gate, her manager was ushering her backward. She saw me and hugged me, thanking me for coming, she was saying my name. I thanked her for all of this too. It's been such an amazing time. Almost nothing better could’ve come from that shitty situation, so I was over the moon. She said my name, twice. =) I was so so happy. Walking back to my hotel my mind a warm fuzzy oblivion, and the only thing I could think was “hot night wind was blowing.” Insidious, it was so damn accurate. Stupid Carly Rae, get out, get out, get out! Videos: Only Son- (partial) (incomplete) (attack of the dreadful singalongs)
  11. Regina is everywhere

    The Today Show just used a looped instrumental porortion of Us as the background music for a story on attending ivy league school courses free online. AMAZING! Once this summer I also heard them use a Beach House song like this. So occasionally, despite all their Justin Beiber, Carly Rae Jepson, Nikki Minaj drooling, someone there must inject true greatness.
  12. 11/10/12- Atlanta- The Tabernacle

    Thanks Lacrimosa. I got a good camera just because of this tour. I feel like if i'm going to the effort to get a perfect spot i should make the most of it and share the love with everyone who can't be there or even can't be exactly where I am standing. She seems to hit Atlanta pretty regularly and considering how magical that night seemed I'm sure it'll be on the list again. (= She sure does. Depending on the venue there are more or less of them each time.
  13. Orlando HOB 11/14/12

    Oh wow 1953, good to see you around again! Happy that you finally got a convenient opportunity to see her. How was it????
  14. Canada

    Hi Kaite. At this point no. She just finished touring NorthAmerica and that did include several dates in eastern Canada (montreal & toronto) and a couple west cost US dates. She has done shows in the past in Vancouver, but at this point it's anyone's guess as to when that might happen again.
  15. 11/10/12- Atlanta- The Tabernacle

    ^wow that is actually a good, well-written review. Although that set list is slightly inaccurate. She played Folding Chair too. After Sailor Song. Here's my less eloquent, more rambling take on things. Soo…Atlanta. Despite being a really far trip for me, this was oddly one of the least stressful shows to attend. After flying down Friday night, I got to spend the Saturday at the Georgia Aquarium. I’ve really been wanting to go there for some time now, and I’m just slightly obsessed with fish, so regina gave me a perfect excuse. It was impressive. I highly recommend. After eating enough to sustain us for the rest of the night, Aaron and I headed to the venue a little over 2 hours before doors. There were already about 15 people waiting, but we had the fast lane passes so we were first in that line. We had a nice stoop to sit on and the weather was prefect. There was a funny moment when I went to take a picture of the marquee, a couple passersby asked “what is that…that building?” A guy near me on the street informed them, “It’s the Tabernacle.” Blank stares... “ok but what IS it?” “A concert venue.” “Well who is everyone waiting for?” they pondered aloud. “Regina Spektor,” the guy responded, “see, that’s her on the sign right now.” “Hmmm. Never heard of her. We just don’t get out much.” LOL Close to door time the staff shoved the general admission line back like half a block down the street which incited a bit of outrage. Honestly if the venue could just set up some more informative guides as to where to wait they wouldn’t have to preform ridiculous maneuvers with giant crowds. An ounce of prevention is still worth a pound of cure… Anyway, the 8 or 10 of us (farrr fewer than in Detroit) with the special passes were lead around the side of the building to some weird side entrance and were let inside. However, the venue layout was very confusing. After aimlessly stumbling about looking for a stage, we determined that it was upstairs. Although they had let us inside, they still wouldn’t let us upstairs, so, more nervous waiting while they were tuning the piano or something of that nature. Eventually they let us enter. I got a perfect spot. I was already super thirsty and regretted not attempting to bring a water bottle in with me because I easily could’ve (girls a few spots away were eating yogurt!). I deemed it serious, so I actually left my place at the rail (they hadn’t let the GA crowd in yet) and went to the bar to get water. They refused to give me a cup of water!!!! And they wanted to charge $4 for a bottle. Fuck that. (Oh how I would live to regret that sentiment… also it makes no sense to sell alcohol and not give water. I guess they want people just to keel over everywhere. Ridiculous!!!) I brashly rationalized risking dehydration, imagining that if I did keel over, surely regina would give me some water. The stage had virtually no wings and all the equipment lay essentially bare at the sides of the stage. Hanging squares extended out beyond the stage overhead and giant organ pipes were incompletely draped with black at the back of the stage. It was an interesting place. Jack, with newly trimmed hair, took the stage for his ipod style set around 8pm. Holy cow, the speakers were set about 18inches in front of me below the level of the stage edge. So basically, all the sound was blasting INTO me. Which was not a huge problem, but the fact that every time someone, be it security or photographers or whoever walked/stood in that area it deadened the sound substantially. Not the best setup if I do say so myself. It’s fascinating how vast the array of sonic experiences I’ve had at all these different venues (Iike goldilocks trying them all until one’s just right?). The Tabernacle definitely failed to top my list. Anyway, Jack was in a good mood, possibly due to the awesomeness of Cirque du Soleil or perhaps because Atlanta was a really excellent crowd, then again maybe it was the whiskey. I enjoy Jack’s music a ton, and getting to see him play all these times is truly a great thing for me. I adore Kick ‘em Out. It’s such a good song, and his cricket jokes are always endearing. And, Magic, well I just can’t. get. enough. The word “com-bi-na-tion” in that song makes my spine tingle, like I’m being lifted or actually getting taller, lighter. I don’t know. In my opinion, to be frighteningly honest, it rivals everything as best sonic moment of the night. Just sayin’ Between sets, we watched a tiny camera being set on the floor, presumably to record the show. The same guy also prepared a larger serious-looking cam and took some audience and stage footage. At 9:30, regina made her entrance wearing a particularly awesome, slightly militaristic-looking, long-sleeve green shirt with gold buttons and puffy wristlets, black pants and shoes and fresh red nail polish. The applause was impressive and extensive, and though it ceased as she began Ain’t No Cover, the song would be interrupted several times by irrepressible bouts of clapping which, despite being surprising and unconventional, were far more endearing than annoying. The deadly DSLR photographers were out in full-force during The Calculation, On The Radio and Small Town Moon. Though not as utterly outrageous as in Detroit, they were annoying to say the least. I feel like The Calculation- it’s the first song, it’s fun and light and loud and On The Radio is also loud and singalong-y and they can both handle 10,000 camera clicks, but Small Town Moon suffers big time. It’s a more quiet and reflective type song, but she plays it LOUD and with angry stomps because of the annoying click-happy camera people. It’s distracting for her and us. Oh the irony of the line, “I wish you wouldn’t’ve broke my camera” when all you want to do is break cameras. It was the absolute best when she finished Small Town Moon and looked down in my general direction (which was slightly to the right of the camera people) and pursed her lips tightly, inhaling and widening her eyes with subtle exasperation as if to say, “I kind of want to kill them now. why are they so oblivious to that fact?! Oh yeah, and why are they STILL taking pictures of my face?!” Even though it was only seconds, it felt like a much longer, much more interminable moment before the camera people made a motion to exit. Regina waved/shoed them a firm goodbye (and don’t come back!) and they finally went. For at least the next 4 songs I just kept seeing that face she made and completely cracking up. She was definitely sick, even coughing a bit. Her voice actually cracked on the word Lies, during Patron Saint. It was minor, hardly noticeable, but I think it was the first time in my life I ever heard it happen. Still, everything was fine. She sounded fine, but she kept making the “this sounds bad” or possibly the “I’m in pain” face (I’m not entirely sure which), throughout the show. The audience was very well behaved, but did sing along a lot. It was the good kind of singalong where the room is just filled with one united voice. It was nice. Regina seemed to think so, she was smiling about it even during Blue Lips. Also, during Blue Lips, when her right hand crosses over the left, she made an unusually concerted effort to hit the key, complete with this slightly smug “take that” look on her face. It was peculiar, but adorable nonetheless. It was somewhere around Call them Brothers when I starting to feel serious regret for not buying stupid $4 water. As regina went to do The Prayer, I was contemplating what would happen if I threw up. I would *have* to do it OVER the barricade. That would obviously be the most practical, but vomiting towards regina…hmm, not so ideal. I was hot, shaky, mildly nauseous, and as time continued my mouth started feeling kind of numb. I felt like I actually MIGHT keel over. Nope, I did not want any part in that “fun” scenario of regina having to rescue me that I’d imagined earlier. I don’t know if it was just heat and lack of water or the fact that I had taken 2 off-brand excedrine (I normally only take 1) to combat my splitting headache before the show or what, but I was not doing so well (at least my head didn’t hurt…lol). I don’t know why I was so worried. I’ve only thrown-up once in the last 12 years and I’ve NEVER fainted. I sure as hell wasn’t about to start then. I guessed regina wasn’t feeling so great either as she did some deliberate swallowing and nose sniffing, as well as basically letting the audience sing the giant “SOLO!” in Dance Anthem while she mouthed along. Don’t get me wrong, it didn’t stop her from smiling a whole lot and being really impressed with the love the audience was putting out there. During Ne Me Quitte Pas, people were again very into the singalong and it sounded good. Regina was all smiles as the audience joined her in repeatedly expressing love for “Paris in the rain.” Not long after that, I was basking in the greatness of the Ballad of a Politician intro, deluding myself into thinking I felt fine, when a wave of turmoil erupted behind me. I turned to see that a small opening had been sliced in the crowd where a guy, about 2 rows behind me, had passed out. He was only on the ground for a moment before he got up and rapidly stumbled through the crowd off to the right. People were understandably shaken up, but regina continued, totally unaware. That incident only served to fuel my paranoia, I was going to be next…oh no, no, nooooo. Another minute into the song and security rushed across to the left side to obtain the EMTs to attend to the kid. I felt hot and irrationally panicky. I instantly hated myself for thinking it, but I wanted regina to hurry up. The only thoughts on my mind were water and air, oh, and sitting down. Overcome by another flush of heat at the beginning of Folding Chair, I had the brilliant idea to strip down to just the tank top I had on. That helped considerably. Mercifully it gave me enough of a second wind to enjoy the rest of the show, including the way she’s taken to singing “Just” in “j-uhh-uhhh-uuhssst come and open up your folding chair” where the tempo picks up. With that word, the song hangs in the balance and she’s in control. Is it going to snowball down into speed and drums? Maybe, but it won’t happen before she gives that word every ounce of perfection. Meanwhile, regina’s camera guy had planted himself right in front of me for a few songs zooming in extensively on her hands and then her face. I wonder what all this footage is for? Open was beautiful as it always is these days. Plus, thinking about snow is what I needed to be doing if I was actually going to continue standing there dehydrating in that oven of people. Regina made her only extraneous comments of the night, explaining how amazing Cirque du Soleil Totem had been, before playing The Party. The audience applauded during The Party, but I didn’t expect any less from this crowd. Still, it was nice. Regina took it in smiling widely, stopping the song for a few seconds before continuing to sing through her smile. The encore break was short and she returned to play Us, Fidelity, Hotel Song, and Samson. She generally always looks happy through the encore, when people completely cut loose and sing, but she really seemed to be reveling in it this night. So despite coughing and drinking 2 entire bottles of water she was still giving us everything (the way she always does) and a little more. I’m not sure if Atlanta just loves regina, or if it’s their southern hospitality, or if they are all just good singers, but there was definitely something special happening in that room. After Hotel Song, she waved at us. It makes me feel good to know that my smiling face there means something. Finishing out with Samson, she played slowly and deliberately, taking in the whole singalong. Although, not everyone was a good singer; a guy behind me enunciated poorly and the line “they’re just old lights” came out sounding like, “they’re just old LICE.” It cracked me up. At the end she stood accepting the lengthy thunderous applause with a lot of “WOW!” and “Thank You!” Even her disappearance off the stage did not halt the applause for some time. Stupid Tabernacle and their $4 water. In the end, I HAD to have it. After chugging water and sitting downstairs in the INSANELY long merch line for like an hour I felt fine. Oddly, there was no line for the bathroom. At least I could be impressed with something about this venue, haha. After saying Hi to Jack, we headed outside. There were not as many people waiting there as I’d expected. The regina camp had two entirely different tour busses than before, and there was some issue about needing to move a bus to load stuff into the truck or something, which I did not fully comprehend since all the stuff was outside and the truck seemed to be accessible, but eh, what do I know? There was talk of regina being sick and not coming out, but when her tour manager got on the bus and sat down, instructing the driver, I knew it wasn’t promising. They drove away leaving all the equipment for everyone else to deal with. Luckily, this night it was a nice 3 minute walk back to the hotel for me instead of a lengthy multi-hour drive somewhere. Only Son ---- <---sorry i cut off a teensy bit at the end. (a little cute part at the beginning) <---see 0:59 <-- with talking
  16. 11/7 Music Hall Kansas City

    Awesome. I know they'll be good!
  17. 2012.11.05 Bass Concert Hall Austin, TX

    Thanks for the details GreenStandsFor Love! The aftershow chaos can really suck, but don't let it bring you down. Reg is the best, people are just ridiculous and out of control. Every now and then I try to get something signed or a pic, but mostly I just stand there and try to be supportive in whatever way I can. I want to her feel loved and appreciated, you know, not like a piece of meat. No, no. It was when we were outside. Some guys who were standing out there talking to each other. Loudly... Begin to Hope era saw a virtually neverending tour schedule. (unfortunately i didn't take enough advantage of!) Lately though she seems to make a ton of trips to the UK, does a fair amount of shows in NY/northeast area and makes it around the US maybe once every 2 years. The future touring schedule probably depends heavily on whether she jumps into making another album or some other project right away after this year or not.
  18. 11/10/12- Atlanta- The Tabernacle

    I plan on being there!
  19. 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 <---tiny messup <---best thing ever at the end
  20. 2012-10-24 Beacon Theater - New York, NY

    That's a lota stuff, yo.
  21. 2012-10-24 Beacon Theater - New York, NY

    After leaving work at 1pm and making the now-familiar, slightly-excessive 270ish mile drive, I stepped foot in Manhattan at roughly 6pm. Foreboding grey clouds hung over the city and the temperature dipped to around 60degrees, a sharp transition from the very sunny, 80 degree day I had left behind in in PA. As I strolled by the venue I took note of the upgraded digitized marquee, definitely a new development since 2009. I met up with the Brumstix contingency a few blocks away for some dinner and catching up before showtime. Just before 8pm I entered the gold-guilded theater, and after struggling through the massive crowd inside, took my seat in the front row left. Happily, Jack had set his band up on the left for this show, so I had excellent vantage for Only Son. The re-intact band was complete with tambourine man wearing a cockeyed baseball cap and white t-shirt with a magic-marker, self-drawn, image that I must have been too far away to comprehend. Although, I won’t rule out nonsense scribbles... He was way at the back, mostly subdued. My how times have changed…. Jack’s regular keyboardist was noticeably absent, replaced by a facial-haired, jacket-with-coattails wearing guy who I’d never seen before. He was trying hard, looking at a notebook throughout the set, and did a decent job keeping it together for the most part. Although, It’s A Boy did sound mighty crazy (in a bad way) at the beginning, Jack managed to pull it together. After Only Son had finished, two guitars remained standing mid-stage for some time. One I recognized as Jack’s- although he hadn’t used it during the set. The other didn’t seem familiar. I was highly intrigued by the prospects of what might happen with those guitars later on. Unfortunately I got my answer (NOTHING), all too soon when they were cleared away before regina emerged. Regina’s piano was, as expected, set back quiet far on the stage. I had a rather good view of her face and could see her legs (but not feet) if I sat on my heel (I spent a lot of time sitting on my heel!). The stage was high, though not as high as The Wellmont or the Lyric but nearly 4ft. So, not so hot for cameras anyway. The piano completely obliterated my view of the cellist, but I could see the drum kit wholly unobstructed, which doesn’t happen often, for me. After the obligatory wait, regina bounced out, clearly a bundle of nerves, wearing the same black and white striped lace dress from the Cleveland show. Under the immense applause of the NY audience she took up the mic and tapped out Ain’t No Cover, with still-chipping red nail polish. Afterward, she smiled and chugged water, spilling it on herself. Musing about how good it was to be home in NY, the crowd agreed shouting a variety of takes on “welcome home” to her. When she played The Calculation, I almost cried. I love that song anyway but besides that, it and I had now come full circle back to The Beacon Theater- the place where we first met, the place where love-at-first-listen happened. haha Seems like just yesterday…sigh… She moved on to Small Town Moon and played through it quite up-tempo. Between songs countless “woos” and “I love yous” rained down from above. But, this night regina had very few words. She did, however, respond with her own haphazard “whooo” noise, which seemed like an attempt to relieve her own tension more than anything. Her anxiety was palpable as she blasted through more of the now-familiar setlist at a perceptibly rapid pace. I was hoping this speed meant she was trying to make time to incorporate something new/old/different into the setlist. But it never did come. She made several small, barely noticeable, mistakes. During How she sang “we will meet again someDAYYY” (instead of “somehow”) where that word is very drawn out. Later on she transposed the lyrics in Firewood to “don’t judge so harsh, don’t look so shocked” but again, very minor stuff! Also, I took note, she didn’t open her eyes and smile during the “welcome to the tombs” line in All the Rowboats this time. The audience was so New York and so in love with regina. The atmosphere was mostly quiet and respectful and felt decadent. At some other shows, there’s this feeling like the “4th wall” is really a wall. There’s regina on the stage and then there’s the audience, and these two distinct factions of sound, of being, collide at the edge of the stage battling for presence. It’s not so nice. At the Beacon, where the sound is awesome to begin with, the audience was just there soaking it in, allowing regina’s sound to pass that "wal"l unobstructed, to fill the entire theater. The only negatives of the night, for me, really, were that the guy next to me kept coughing; I kept trying not to inhale his disease. And also that the venue staff was psycho vigilant about thwarting any attempts to use flash or record video. Which is annoying in and of itself (well I’m fine with them nixing flash) but it was distracting and irritating to have a bitchy black woman sitting right in front of me, just slightly to my right, FACING ME the entire night. Having her between me and regina was obnoxious enough, but to be forced to watch her get up and down like 50 times to yell at people. Just give it a rest, ughhh. The best part of the night came, as it does so often now, just before Call them Brothers. As Jack was getting set up, regina was talking up Only Son, saying what an awesome time she’d had listening to their set and “head-banging the whole time. With clips in my hair…which is why it probably looks so weird right now.” It definitely did not look weird, but emphatically she conceded, “Fuck hair!” Ahhh, just when I don’t know how I could love her more, she says that. In a world of Kardashians and real housewives, regina is just fresh air. Anyway… regina’s most substantial comments of the night were in the form of an anti-Romney tirade, ultimately dedicating Ballad of a Politician to him, then singing it with venom. Afterwards she dedicated Folding Chair to Leo somebody (sorry I’m completely horrible with names) for his birthday. Regina wound down with Open, getting a wrong chord in there somewhere, but the song was still totally incredible descending upon us all in that room. The Party was fun as always. Based on her expressions I tend to get this odd sense that she is singing ABOUT something/someone and we will never know. I also,still, have a difficult time rectifying the general discord between How and The Party. I felt it the very first time she played them, and even now, they just feel so grating on each other. As if, during How, she just said all this sad, sad stuff about not being able to move on, live without this person, not giving up memories, and generally being all sad and depressed and NOW in she wants us to just say fuck it and drink, run away from those memories, everyone who’s been erased, and toast to all that shit that went down??? I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to deal with this. I tell myself they’re different songs, discreet entities. And even if they’re not, it’s just like a person to be all wishy-washy and hypocritical and approach life’s problems from a different angle when whatever mood strikes. But for some reason it’s still just hard for me to sort out the whole How vs The Party scene in my head. Nonetheless, I was again pleased to experience that warm comforting sensation that accompanies the theater erupting with applause “for all the ones that we have lost.” People are listening and hearing and its MEANING something to them. Standing ovation brought Regina back for the now-customary 4 song encore. Fidelity began with some new instrumental treatment (which started in Detroit). And Hotel Song endured an extensive mid-song messup, while the audience kept regina going. The obnoxious girl who’d been shouting requests for Samson ALL NIGHT LONG was finally appeased with the closer. Sheesh. I was very surprised that regina didn’t play anything out of the ordinary. Usually New York gets something different a tiny special throw in like maybe the Old Jacket or Ink Stains or something, but no such luck this night. Weird, but whatever. Afterwards I noticed regina’s dad packing up a ton of equipment as the crowd carried me out of the theater. Downstairs, I was pretty surprised to see regina’s mom join us riffraff in the ridiculously long bathroom line. Really??? Hmm… Up in the lobby, we waited to talk to Jack as he was signing things for other people. When it was practically our turn in line, the same staff lady I stared at all show came over and started questioning why we were there. Are we buying merch? Do we have stickersss??? (Stickers?! Wtf…) After her continual pestering, we explained that we were waiting to talk to Jack. “Who? That guy??? Hmm…” She shoved her way over, grabbing Jack’s arm, interrupting him, “These people are waiting for YOU, and they don’t have stickers!”( good lord, what is it with the fucking stickers?! And why am I not cool enough to have one???) Jack’s just like, “uhhh ok….no problem…. hi.” Oh sooo awkward. Clearly there was no sticking around in there so we headed outside pretty directly. The night was cool, but much nicer than the last time we waited for reg outside the beacon. They seem to have added more lights on that side of the building too. The staff outside was certainly a tad nicer than last time, though they were seriously intent on keeping us behind barriers. Wouldn't want to block all that foot traffic on the sidewalk at midnight. /annoying. At some point, we sauntered over to the back of the building, taking note of the tremendous amount of equipment from the show now lining the sidewalk. It was a ton. Seriously. I’ve never quite seen it all lined up like that. Kind of cool. Not unexpectedly we had to wait for quite some time. It wasn’t until a bit after 1am that she came out. It was roughly 2am when I made it back to my car in Jersey and after one parking garage wardrobe change, several hundred prayers not to cream a deer with my new car, countless miles of unsightly fog, and one instance of peeing along the Appalachian trail, I made it home before 5:30am and had enough time to take a shower and sleep for an hour before going to work. Go me. Worth it? Always. ^blurry, but i love this one!
  22. post your favorite photos of regina

    From BBC Breakfast. So pretty and so regina.
  23. Things to do before you die

    So another thing not on my list that should've been- Eating Vegemite. I've wanted to try it for a loooong time. TODAY it finally happened. Oh yeah, fresh from Australia. weird. Also re: my list. I didn't actually deliver a baby, but I got to watch the whole thing. So, that was pretty fulfilling.
  24. Chicago/Grand Rapids/Cleveland

    Yeah in this instance it really seemed spur of the moment, like the band sort of stumbled off unexpectedly. Obviously I could be wrong, but that's my sense of it. Sure there are times when she just DOESN'T play stuff you'd expect. Like not playing Samson in Baltimore or say PLRB a time or two last tour despite playing it at like every other show. Maybe those are spur of the moment decisions because she doesn't "feel" like it or she's running over some time limit or whatever, but this, to me, felt like a direct consequence of the crowd. Not as a punishment for being bad, but just more as a measure taken to save herself grief. Props for going to all those shows. I was at Cleveland, but not the others, so thanks for filling me in! I really wish I could've been at the Calvin show. One of my really good friends went to school there. I would've loved to check it out. Alas i had to work. A lot of venues have implemented some form of early entry crap as a money making scheme. I can't decide if I love it or hate it. It's certainly caused me to waste even more $$ this tour. Wasted more $$ and slightly less time? Is it really a good trade off, I am on the fence. I was privy to the HOB one, so of course I was in the restarant eating pre-show. I truly feel kinda bad because just like you said, die hard people could be standing out there in horrible conditions for hours and get utterly screwed by people who have the money. Which pretty much sums up life in general, not just these shows. But venues really have zero sense of fairness when it comes to these things. I'm glad to be hearing only good reports from the Chicago show. Last time she played there security was nasty and the whole scene was just bad. I reminded regina and her tour manager about that, in Detroit, in hopes of them putting the kabosh on the venue staff's bad behavior before it affected anyone (most of all regina). So good for them for handling it well. I'm happy there was no pushing and shoving this time. In attempted answer to some of your questions: There is that (~ 6min mark) where she says that she wants to die torn apart by angry people who want her to play different songs.As far as singing along, there's also where she almost cries because she thinks it's so beautiful that people are singing along.I wouldn't go so far as to say she HATES either thing. In fact, I think she kind of loves it when people sing along, especially during popular songs. It's impressive and fun, I'd imagine, to know that YOU put those words inside all those people.She smiles about the singing often and seems to enjoy it when the audience can carry her when she forgets the words. I think she does dislike it when people oversing her badly during quiet serious songs and/or annoy other people who, in turn, make a commotion trying to shut the offending singer up. I think she HATES when people have loud outbursts during quiet songs, esp Blue Lips. The requests i think she just takes them all in. She always seems amazed that people know all the songs. She has at times offered apologies for not knowing requested songs. She's told people to go listen to it online, She's made refelective comments like "ah, memories" after an onslaught of requests. She's also said things like, "people that's why i make records." So again, i think she realizes it's going to happen and it doesn't necessarily bother her perse. But there's a time and place when it gets out of control. For instance, when one dumb guy screams "HOTEL SONG" after every song, or when someone requests a song she's already played, or interupts a song with a request, that stuff. As for Jack, well, he's just cool. He told us in cleveland that he doesn't give a shit. He realizes he's the opener, and that feels a lot different than the main act. He just plays and if people listen, they listen, if not, their loss. There's my gargantuan response.