A few night ago, Kris and I were privileged to see Kristin Hersh perform a private concert – it was, in fact, the day after her book signing event at Elliot Bay Books in Capitol Hill. (You already bought a copy of Rat Girl, right?)
About 25 folks packed into an awesome little recording studio nestled in someone’s backyard in the Green Lake area. Kristin was charming and funny and amazing as usual, playing a set list that included all sorts of unexpected gems across the length of her career (City of the Dead, Devil’s Roof, Pearl, Hysterical Bendings, 37 Hours… and many more that I don’t remember because I have an atrocious memory).
So it’s clear how little original work I put into this post, let me point out that the Polaroids in that little collage were taken by Josh Umami (Great job, Josh – and thanks). And I didn’t even make up the title of this post; I got it from the subject line of an email from Paul Austin, who forwarded the photo to me the day after the show.
A heartfelt thanks to Paul, by the way, who invited Kris and me to the show.
Finally, I took this photo of Kristin on the right with my iPhone. Kris and I sat in the front row, so we were about 4 feet, at most, from Kristin. If you’re curious, that is unnervingly close.