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  1. 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.
  2. *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.
  3. 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
  5. 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!
  6. 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*
  7. 2012.11.17- Fillmore Miami Beach

  8. 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)
  9. 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.
  10. 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.
  11. 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????
  12. 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.
  13. 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.
  14. 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