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- I saw one of the best shows of my life last night, thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
domestinatrix. A venue the size of my dining room and kitchen (which makes sense, since the venue is part of the living space of one of the bands), brilliantly talented musicians (Jason Webley, Estradasphere, and Amanda Palmer), and the first live appearance of Evelyn Evelyn. (kambriel, the dress you made for them was lovely.) I did manage to take some photos of Evelyn Evelyn; I will try and get them uploaded in the next day or so, if they aren't complete crap. I also got to watch domestinatrix give a jar of homemade raspberry jam to Amanda and nearly expire from fangirl delight. It really was a magical sort of event, and I was extremely lucky to be there.
- Why the hell do I suddenly kinda-sorta want a Polaroid instant camera? I mean, I've always been charmed by them, but I think this new-found "Oooh, that would be fun!" impulse comes from seeing a babyfaced alterna-girl type at last night's show (who couldn't have been more than 15, and was some sort of hybrid between punk, scenekid, and new wave) who had brought a Polaroid camera with her, and was having grand fun with it. I know, I know, me and my oddball whims.
domestinatrix. A venue the size of my dining room and kitchen (which makes sense, since the venue is part of the living space of one of the bands), brilliantly talented musicians (Jason Webley, Estradasphere, and Amanda Palmer), and the first live appearance of Evelyn Evelyn. (kambriel, the dress you made for them was lovely.) I did manage to take some photos of Evelyn Evelyn; I will try and get them uploaded in the next day or so, if they aren't complete crap. I also got to watch domestinatrix give a jar of homemade raspberry jam to Amanda and nearly expire from fangirl delight. It really was a magical sort of event, and I was extremely lucky to be there.- Why the hell do I suddenly kinda-sorta want a Polaroid instant camera? I mean, I've always been charmed by them, but I think this new-found "Oooh, that would be fun!" impulse comes from seeing a babyfaced alterna-girl type at last night's show (who couldn't have been more than 15, and was some sort of hybrid between punk, scenekid, and new wave) who had brought a Polaroid camera with her, and was having grand fun with it. I know, I know, me and my oddball whims.