03-23-2011, 05:16 PM
This show was very surreal for me. Firstly, I was greeted with news that a long time friend and fellow volunteer with Rock Med passed away. She had had a break with the organization, so I hadn't seen her in a few years, but there was word that she was debating returning. Her death was shocking and sad.
Aside from that, dm had a phenomenal gagalicious night. There's just nothing like seeing the reigning diva of pop at the height of her powers. The show was sold out tight and replete with all the trappings that pop success can buy - major videoscreen effects, massive props including cars, flaming pianos and the fame monster, which looks like a Lovecraftian deep sea angler fish with tentacles and stands nearly 20 feet high. Her legion of fans are loyal, putting their paws up on command like a massive army of gay nazis being freed by their queen to storm the world with their freakiness. She looked better than the last time I saw her. She's in better shape physically and better voice. I didn't notice her wiping her nose at all, but I may have been distracted by the fame monster, which I liked a lot.
dm had got there early, done the load-in, helped a patient who had got poked in the eye by accident (ironically a vegetarian ex-gymnast named tara). SCISSOR SISTERS opened and they did nothing for dm whatsoever. Then in an odd twist of fate, he got a text from two friends who had access to a suite. A pro MMA fighter and her mom were invited by a client (MMA fighters make their livings as trainers and coaches typically). That client lays industrial astroturf - like for football fields and such - and invited them to go at that morning. So they were stoked and introduced dm with great honor, got him to regale mr. astroturf with a few wacky RM tales and dm was in. Welcome to the sweet suite! Fully stocked with food, drink and engaging conversationalists, not to mention a superb view of the show! Dm hung at the sweet for the first couple of songs, then he felt guilty and sulked back to rm where there were a lot of etoh, crowd syndrome and fashion casualties (ankle twists from stiletto heels mostly). They all felt it was super busy, but it wasn't overwhelming, so dm assuaged his guilt by helping a few lost patients find their way back to friends, and then formally told all the supervisors about the suite and went back for the end of the show. It was very enjoyable. He returned to help clean up and load out where got some smack talk from a young new vol who's been working a ton of shows, but he's not even of legal drinking age and lives at home with his folks, to which dm just shook his head and grinned like a cheshire cat.
Aside from that, dm had a phenomenal gagalicious night. There's just nothing like seeing the reigning diva of pop at the height of her powers. The show was sold out tight and replete with all the trappings that pop success can buy - major videoscreen effects, massive props including cars, flaming pianos and the fame monster, which looks like a Lovecraftian deep sea angler fish with tentacles and stands nearly 20 feet high. Her legion of fans are loyal, putting their paws up on command like a massive army of gay nazis being freed by their queen to storm the world with their freakiness. She looked better than the last time I saw her. She's in better shape physically and better voice. I didn't notice her wiping her nose at all, but I may have been distracted by the fame monster, which I liked a lot.
dm had got there early, done the load-in, helped a patient who had got poked in the eye by accident (ironically a vegetarian ex-gymnast named tara). SCISSOR SISTERS opened and they did nothing for dm whatsoever. Then in an odd twist of fate, he got a text from two friends who had access to a suite. A pro MMA fighter and her mom were invited by a client (MMA fighters make their livings as trainers and coaches typically). That client lays industrial astroturf - like for football fields and such - and invited them to go at that morning. So they were stoked and introduced dm with great honor, got him to regale mr. astroturf with a few wacky RM tales and dm was in. Welcome to the sweet suite! Fully stocked with food, drink and engaging conversationalists, not to mention a superb view of the show! Dm hung at the sweet for the first couple of songs, then he felt guilty and sulked back to rm where there were a lot of etoh, crowd syndrome and fashion casualties (ankle twists from stiletto heels mostly). They all felt it was super busy, but it wasn't overwhelming, so dm assuaged his guilt by helping a few lost patients find their way back to friends, and then formally told all the supervisors about the suite and went back for the end of the show. It was very enjoyable. He returned to help clean up and load out where got some smack talk from a young new vol who's been working a ton of shows, but he's not even of legal drinking age and lives at home with his folks, to which dm just shook his head and grinned like a cheshire cat.
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