crazy adventures of a missy higgins fan

this is from something a while back . . .
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from august 1, 2008

i have a story about the in-store today, at virgin mobile, in union square, NYCi intended to get there @ 11, but ended up there at 11:55. when I walked in and looked, there, five feet in front of me, was missy higgins, nochalantly looking at the magazines, hidden from the crowd of early gatherers around the corner in front of the stage.i happily wandered around the music store, looking for CDs, in close range of missy, and passing ben quite a few times. he was in the midst of chatting up girls, and at one point he was being complemented by them about his pants, which he returned with, "thanks, i bought them in toronto for $9. canadians are cool!" i later saw him leave with them. as the set started, i was situated standing next to the stage, and missy walked right by me, up to the stage, which was about 15 inches elevated off of the ground. (at this point i was quite pleased with myself, because i didn't lose my cool, or try to talk to her, as i was awstruck, and couldnt decide in my head what would sound cool, and what would sound obsessive-fan-ish, so i avoided it. i just looked her way once in a while.)as she got onstage, she took off her flips-flops, an act that i'm pretty sure i was the only witness of, judging by my angle, and she dawned her guitar.she sang "angela," "secret," "the wrong girl," and wrapped up the acoustic session with "where i stood." she was accompanied by the one and only ben edgar.she left the stage, to my sadness, and on came eric hutchinson. and then, the fun began . . .


the first i'd seen of him was entertaining, he wasn't bad at all. charming onstage, and a crowd pleaser. but let's face it, after seeing him last night, followed by a two-hour set by missy, and then traipsing around manhatten and brooklyn until 2 in the morning, i was a little tired, and wasn't fully functional after missy left the stage this morning.after he played his first song, i leaned back (i was sitting on the floor at this point), and took a look at the poster of hutch's album cover. intrigued by it, it took my attention for about six seconds, when i hear:"you look pretty bored!" he was talking to me, which was very obvious, as there can't have been more than 30 people in the audience, me being closest to the stage.i give a confused look."you look like you're paying 60% attention, at the most. have you ever heard my music? i bet you don't like me."i started to laugh, and told him that i had heard his music, (not even 15 hours ago) and proceeded to be confused.he then went on to say "if i were to give 60% effort, then it would sound like this:" then he demonstrated.i'm pretty sure i was the only amused audience member. funy thing is, i enjoy watching him play, while the other 29 people looked as if they were falling asleep. then he goes: "and then the crowd turned on me."he played two more songs, and then came off stage, and promptly struck up a conversation with me. he apologized profusely, and we introduced ourselves, and he shook my hand. i explained to him that i enjoyed his music, and was at his show. he called himself a jerk.then it was time to get stuff signed . . .



my plan was to be last on line. for some reason, i thought i'd have so much to say to missy. so i purchased an eric hutchinson CD, and got last night's ticket stub ready for missy's signature.i got up to the table, and it seemed that everyone had been perfectly pleasant, striking up conversations with missy, including a few aussies.i get to her, and we just kind of looked at eachother, and smiled and awkwardly said hi. i proceeded to shyly give her my CD and ticket stub to sign, told her she was awesome, and she told me i was really nice.now, i'm a new yorker. i'm loud, obnoxious, sarcastic, and quick witted most of the time. but i practically forgot my name when i was in front of her. i later thought of many a good quip about NYC, or a funny aussie thing to say, like "your show was bloody brilliant!" or something. but no, i moved on to mister hutchinson.he signed my CD: "leah, sorry i was a jerk! eric hutchinson." his band mate saw this and goes: "ooohh, you're the one from the audience. i was like "yeah . . . bye!"then i awkwardly mucked around, and getting a phone call i went outside, and missy was out there on the phone too! then i was like "that's it! if she's gonna be in this building, im not leaving until she does." so i didn't. i talked on the phone and pretended to be lost, until missy got into her red rental van with NJ plates with her tour mnanger and mates, and drove off. i then proceeded to wander around manhatten, continually getting on the wrong subway.i have to say, i'm a hutch-head convert, and i'm even more anxious about missy coming back to the NorthEast -- i need to redeem myself!! it was a semi-successful missy encounter, and a fully-entertaining trip.


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some of the stuff i wrote is kinda stupid, and as a result amusing to me. i dont wanna edit it, as i wrote it when it was fresh in my mind. so im gonna leave it, weird remarks and all.