a bad seed, a beast of bourbon, a boy next door and a birthday party

I saw Rowland S. Howard at Prince last night. Here is a picture I stole off some site, of the show. I was standing near that guy to the left with the bangin' fringe. I was jealous that he, as a boy, had nicer hair that me ( I presume he still does, apologies for the past tense).

It was to be my very first gig on my lonesome, but I ended up spotting someone that I knew, and stood with him for the gig. It wasn't too hard to spot a young face amongst all the oldies, although I shan't be disrespectful, as I hope to still be enjoying music as washed-up groupie when I grow up. Take that whole last sentence with a grain of salt, please. I really can't rectify it in a positive light- i'm too tired at the mo'.

I don't know whether to call it a gig or a show. The word gig conjures up sticky-floored pub and attractive young men jumping about and sweating with their instruments (not to say Rowland and his band weren't good looking. Brian Hooper still looks completely sexy, nearly as good as in his heyday). I'd only been to Prince Bandroom once before and I was too plastered to remember anything, the venue was really blue and clean looking but I guess it fit the crowd well enough.

The show itself was great. It was amazing to see members of all these influential bands on the one stage and to FINALLY get to see Rowland after caressing his poster every time I saw it plastered somewhere. I was pleased to be given the aural pleasure of hearing Dead Radio and his banter with the audience, namely towards some presumably drunk or possibly overexcited ladies: "there's some werewolves in the font row". I was however, a bit disappointed when he bid his goodbyes without playing Exit Everything but a few moments later the band returned as they had "forgotten to play the last song", which happened to be Exit Everything followed by another.

Halfway through Exit Everything, he must have hit his lip on the microphone and blood was falling to his chin and over his hands (or in his words "...i'm leaking"), but he continued to plug away. It was insane. I'm not sure what other word to use here. I guess on the inside I momentarily felt like I did when I saw Rocket Science earlier in the year and Roman jumped off the stage and and slipped on beer that some crazy-dancing drunken buffoon bitch split everywhere and everyone was like "ahhh" in alluding to how he was in a coma for falling over in '04.

I'm really glad I got the chance to see him, it was a really good night and worth my money. Or worth Dads money I 'spose. Thanks Dad.