Naun.

19 11 2012

She calls me “Naun” because she can’t pronounce “Shaun” yet.

The first time I heard her say it was during a car ride to some place or the other. Will was driving. I was in the passenger seat. Avery was in his car seat behind his father and Aurora was in her car seat behind me.

“That’s YOU, you know?” Will said to me after Aurora had shouted my new name from the back seat.

About a week later, during a phone call, Will told me that Aurora had taken to saying “I love you.”

“Wait until she says ‘I love you, Naun.’ because your heart will melt,” he said.

This past Friday found the four of us back in the car heading to this place or the other. Will was driving. I was in the passenger seat. Avery was in his car seat behind his father and Aurora was in her car seat behind me.

“NAUN!” shouted from the backseat. I turn to look over my shoulder just in time to hear the follow-up “I love you.”





The Wild Cherry to my Coca-Cola.

19 11 2012

Slurpees after the Amanda Palmer show. It has kind of become our “thing” ever since the end of summer when we lended a helping hand during the closing of Diskovery.

Mine was Coca-Cola. Always Coca-Cola ever since my best friend and I used to ride our bikes to the neighborhood 7-Eleven during the summer of 7th grade.

Shaun: Do you think it would taste gross if I threw in some Wild Cherry to the Coca-Cola?

Will: Why would it? It’s Cherry Coke.

Shaun: True. Even if the proportions are off, I can’t see it being all that bad.

(Later in the car)

Shaun: You’re right. This is really good.

Will: I think your life was like that Coca-Cola Slurpee before you met me. Good but kind of mellow and safe. I’m the Wild Cherry that’s been added to your Coca-Cola.

Shaun: You’re my cherry stem.

Will: You can tie me in a knot with your tongue.

Shaun: I have no problem being your Audrey Horne. “I’m Audrey Horne and I get what I want!”





Pictures or it Didn’t Happen.

19 11 2012

Before introducing the first of three opening acts, Amanda Palmer would promise the crowd the best show of the tour. This was the final performance of the Theatre Is Evil tour and it was fitting that this would be my first experience seeing Ms. Palmer live. An experience that would be filled with smashed guitars, crowd surfing, tearful ballads, and smeared eye makeup.

In a bout of rare fortune, all three of Amanda’s opening acts were quite fantastic. You can’t go wrong when one group is an spandex-clad hybrid of Le Tigre, Scissor Sisters, and the cast of a Female Trouble-era John Waters film while another consists of a duo of saxophone players whose claim to fame is covering 80s tracks like “Don’t Stop Believin'” and “Take on Me.”

Amanda and her Grand Theft Orchestra took the stage almost immediately after the third opener finished. They would start off with “Smile (Pictures or it Didn’t Happen)” and immediately segue into “Do It With a Rockstar.”  Amanda and her guitarist jumped into the crowd to ride the wave of fans. A guitar neck was smashed into a pedal board. The microphone stand was thrown across the stage and a drum stick hurled into the crowd. Two songs into the set and the stage already looked like the aftermath of an encore. Apparently this was not the symptom of Ms. Palmer and co. collectively blowing their loads too early but moreso a mere warming up of the crowd.

One of the more moving parts of the evening was the performance of “The Bed Song” which Amanda dedicated to her husband Neil Gaiman, who was present that evening, stating her wishes that their relationship never, ever mirror the lyrics of the song. Standing at her keyboard, tear-streaked and emotionally vulnerable, she would move most of her more dedicated fans to sobs.

The entire evening was the perfect mix of rockstar schenanigans, nostalgic antics (a cover of “Careless Whisper” by Wham!, complete with dueling saxophones, was quite the showstopper), and raw emotion. It would be a blatant lie to say this wasn’t one of the best shows I’ve seen in 2012 (note: I’ve seen a lot).

Amanda Palmer is a performer and an artist… of the highest caliber.