M83: Paradiso is Paradiso
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[M83’s keyboardist-singer Morgan Kibby continues her tour diary. Previous installments here.]
Chapter 12: Somebody stick a fork in me: I’m done. I’m moving to Amsterdam. What a brilliant city! Even the red light district is festooned with swans and canals and bicycles” We covered it all. The amusement square where I bought an obscene amount of cotton candy, the red light district where we compared plastic breasts, fake tans and some intense looking dildos (I mean really, can your nether regions physically survive “the jackhammer”?!?!), weed shops, pastries, our continual search for this elusive scarf Anthony wants (I bought one at H&M in Norway and now he desperately wants the same), pictures in a giant yellow clog”
Today was truly refreshing and Paradiso is a beautiful venue. Once a church, it is fantastically spacious, well kept, and HUGE, so naturally we were convinced that the ticket sales were going to be shameful. Because of this train of thought, we let ourselves indulge in some pre-show debauchery. BIG MISTAKE. Oh wow. Not only was the place packed, but unfortunately we had to stand in the insanely disorienting pitch black backstage for 15 minutes before emerging into the pre-show lights – I thought my face was going burst into stars! When the beat to our opener started thumping in the balls of my feet I felt my whole body start to vibrate like a tuning fork and I knew we were in trouble. Between missed notes, lost words, and so on, we made it through” barely. I think my bra popped open at one point, one of PM’s strings broke, and none of us could make eye contract with the other for fear of bursting into laughter, but so what? We were in a church. We asked for forgiveness on the way out.
In other saintly news, after two Fed-Exed packages (thank you Jonathan!), a nixed embassy visit, and 50 euros paid to the post, I voted today.It was the best per diem money I’ve ever spent.It’s bizarre to not be home for this election, but I’ve made myself content with lively ichat debates, Tina Fey re-enactments, New York Times reports, and hoarding birth control pills juuuuust in case Sarah Palin makes it into office.No I’m kidding, I’ll move to France where healthcare is free!But my heart cries to not be at home in this swell of political renaissance.Suffice to say, I did my civic duty and I do feel a little twinkle in my eye. I just wish I could get one of those nifty “I voted” stickers; my day would be perfect.
Not sure if Morgan herself will read this, but I’ll a little at odds here! I was the guy at the Manchester guy this week whom asked the entire band to sign a poster while you packed away (although I’m sure you get plenty of that).
Anyway, I spent quite a sum at the merch table (since it’s the only time I’ve got to actually see you guys). Amongst the things I bought were 2 tee-shirts, both of which I asked for large. When I got home, one was large and fitted me perfect, but the other was a small ! Is there anyway I can get this exchanged somehow? It’s the white teeshirt with the pink print of the guy in the skeleton outfit. I’d really appreciate your help in this.
A long shot I know..and I await your report on the “pleasures” of England!
Hi Neil,
sorry that must have been my mistake. why don’t you send me an email and we’ll see if we can sort this out. [email protected]