dimanche 18 Fév 2007, 18h53m
Who is the one that leads me on through
It's you
Who puts me in the magic position, darling now
You put me in the magic position
To live, to learn, to love in the major key
Patrick Wolf filled my evening with boundless love. I am light as a bird, spinning in circles in my mind, clasping my hands and laughing, laughing, and all because of this boy, this talented, beautiful boy.
I don't even know what he played, I only recognised Tristan (Tristan). I didn't know the songs and it didn't matter, they were all charming and wonderful and oh, the violin. It made me want to start it up again.
He lay on the floor and said 'I have to get from London to Cornwall in my mind', he bounded around the stage and span and posed and wow guys, please tell him and Rufus Wainwright are beffies already because that is a match made in heaven.
He's beautiful, standing there in his wisp of a top, sitting down and turning his back to the audience while he combs his hair because it's a mess and 'it makes me sing better'. He learnt Augustine (Augustine) from his sound engineers and Nottingham was the first place he played on a tour. He said thank you after every song and broke my heart with his smile.
We left the venue, floating, and just up the street people were coming out of a Fratellis gig. 'Let's laugh at them' said Hannah and I laughed and laughed, amused by everything and just happy. So happy.
So, so happy.
Oh gosh.