The patient has stabilized. I went to Seattle last night to see Tori again, and order was restored to the universe.
I was even able to remember a few highlights from Monday evening:
- The dude sitting next to me (not Rob) sobbing uncontrollably during “Winter,” which she performed beautifully. I mean, sure I cried when my friend danced to that with her father at her wedding, but this dude must have really been going through some stuff, you know?
- Listening to “Bliss,” and thinking about how it was the first song I ever bought on the Internet. On my mom’s computer one morning after acting class. I didn’t live at home by then, but my Mac Color Classic wasn’t equipped for such tasks. I played that song over and over and over at my Mom’s. And then I looked up the lyrics.
It’s fair to say that I enjoyed last night’s show more. Having nothing to do, I’m sure, with the lemongrass lime rickey I drank with dinner at Dragonfish.
She opened as “Pip,” which would have been my last choice, but she really rocked the house, as far as I could tell from Row W (actually fourth from the very last row). She sang a lot of songs that I might not have requested, but they sounded wonderful. Even a cover of “Heart of Gold” that I usually skip over on her covers CD. She played my favorite from that album, though: “Rattlesnakes.” And “Smells like teen spirit.” Oh yeah, I’m in Seattle, duh. And one of four numbers during the encores was the Monkees’ “I’m a Believer.”
She closed with “Tear in your hand.” Beautiful.
Best of all, my car was right where I left it. Although it took me longer to get out of the parking garage than it did for us to retrieve my car from the impound lot on Monday.
Kari Neumeyer 