I have seen your eyes in paintings as cathedrals cried Hosanna. Let me paint your face in frescos, hang your hair in Angelabra. Try to paint my picture into yours.

2005-10-23 at 11:08 p.m.

Kim came down and we were all taking our time, going to Booster Juice, picking up Jason, stopping to chat, etc. I thought I had an hour to get to class and study for my midterm. But not actually because I'm dumb and it was just about to start. I walked inside and everyone was already seated with test booklets. So that was great. Not that studying cue cards with the pictures drawn on them because my printer was broken would have helped anyway. Try drawing a Giovanni Belline altarpiece. Not so easy.

After this we went to the Phoenix. Kim took out her camera and the batteries were dead. I started yelling in my angry voice even though Jason was there. I ended up walking half-way up drug dealer central street to eventually find a taxi to get me to my apartment for my (working) camera. This trip cost $30.

I returned to line 45 minutes later and no one else was there except for Martina. And Kim told me I had also missed Josh Ritter. But they didn't talk to him because they were shy.

We had an hour to wait in the freezing cold and aparently I was talking a lot because Kim said I sounded like I was drunk. I was not drunk, I was just excited. We did get to hear the Frames soundchecking 'Seven Day Mile' (my favourite song ever) and Josh soundchecking 'Song for the Fireflies'.

I got in on the guestlist despite having never put up any posters because I have, to this very day, not received them.

Josh came out in his ugly jacket that makes me laugh. The stage was uncomfortably high. We were standing right in front of Sam and he likes to sit on his stool with his legs uhm, open so that was our main view.

He played a few new songs and all the good old ones. I just wanted 'Golden Age of Radio' and played it near the end so I was happy. It was odd to go to a Josh Ritter concert and not hear stories though. That's practically the best part.

Here's some pictures but they're digital. So, bad.

The Frames, man. They are hands down the best live band I have ever seen. Their set was about ten times better than I thought it would be. That's how good it was. The crowd was not drunk and rude like last time and knew all the parts to sing at. And I'm not really a concert dancer (only Ben Harper has got me dancing dancing before this) but we were all dancing and clapping and I kept saying 'right on' for some reason. And then there was a few this-is-the-moment-where-everyone-realises-Tom-Cruise-is-just-a-little-crazy fist pumping. It's really only appropriate when your hockey team scores so yeah, this was extreme.

I'll not bore you with the whole set list but highlights were 'Seven Day Mile' (I wonder why it's my gmail address, hmmm), 'Your Face' which turned into a guitar-off between Glen and Rob in the middle and obviously no one out-guitars Rob, 'Star Star' with little Joe singing Snow Patrol's 'Run' at the end, and definitely best of the night: 'Red Chord' with the whole crowd screaming the yeah-AAH parts and Van Morrison's 'Here Comes the Night' at the end.

If you have no idea about any the songs I'm talking about do to the Frames site and have a listen.

Josh also came out to sing 'Come and Find Me' with the Frames. Glen on chorus, so good.

We took a lot of videos. These should be up on lovely Doug Rice's site soon.

The show ended and I think we were all a little emotionally drained. This didn't really last for long because we spotted Josh Ritter at the back. He recognised me again, which always makes very happy. We had him sign our stuff and then I pulled out the scarf that I knitted for him. We spent the whole night trying to decide if that was weird so I handed it to him and said "Josh, I knitted you a scarf. Is that weird?" He obviously didn't hear the last sentence because he immediately put it on and started saying wow. He kept taking the end of it in his hands and bringing it closer to look at and then would look up and grin at me. And then he wouldn't stop hugging me. I tried to kiss him on the cheek the first time he hugged me but he squished his face against mine so quickly that I only reached in front of his ear. Haha, that was awesome. We had heard people telling him happy birthday so we asked, and it was. He said that he would wear it all winter and that it was the first birthday present that he had received. Well that just about had me on the floor in tears. I just love love love him.

I will always remember the image of him walking across the floor to the backstage area wearing that horrible jacket and my scarf around his neck.

All the members of the Frames were floating around during this time. The drummer Jonny, who still owes us a birthday drink from March, was near by but we didn't even bother. We did try to get to Glen but he was surrounded. We all decided Josh was enough and left the venue.

And then as we were walking to the sidewalk and actually, me and Kim were halfway into a taxi, Glen comes strolling down and calls after us to "say goodnight". I told my mom this and she said "ahp, he must be after one of yous." Uhm, no, he just loves to be adored. I have realised that Glen just expects you to love him while Josh is always surprised that you do. Big difference.

So anyway, there's Glen standing right next to me and when it was my turn to get something signed I wasn't even looking his way and had to say "sorry, I wasn't paying attention". Me, lover of all things Glen, not paying attention. However, I did get to ask him the question that I've wanted to ask since I heard 'Neeth the Beaches'. This was: "What was the famous painting above your bed?" The answer was not as exciting as I expected. It was just a drawing made by his then girlfriend of her feet. This is not famous! But then he started talking about Egon Schiele so he was redeemed. Oh, the way Egon Schiele rolls off that Irish tongue of his....

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