I am so completely fucked right now.
I'm really starting to wonder if I'm not getting to old for this sort of thing.
But anyway, Miyavi was quite fun, even though it has apparently destroyed my body. Quite a fun time in the queue. Starting to get a bit wier really as there's all these people who recognize me and say hi. And I recognize them to, but I haven't a clue what any of their names are. I guess I'm a regular now. Got my picture taken by some guy doing fashion questionaires, as well as one of the regular crowd who I always seem to see at these sort of things, which nice, as was being told that I looked "epic".
I've never been called epic before. Hard to know how to react really.
Managed to meet up with P-Chan and her friends, which was also nice. Was kind of strange standing in the queue surrounded by cute teenage girls in lolita whislt next to us there's some guy talking about the difficulties of proving you thought she was 18. There's probably some kind of message in there, but let's just skip ahead shall we? Certainly none of that going on.
So anyway, the concert itself. I wasn't hugely familiar with Miyavi before I went, having only really listened to one album (and that was a best of, I'm such a poser). But the man certainly can put on a good show. I'm sure I've mentioned somewhere before that there exists a certain kind of looking totally gay that totally drives girls wild. This is most noticable in J-Rock bands for some reason. Miyavi turns this factor up to 11. Very pretty, very sexy.
You wouldn't say no is all I'm saying.
But yeah, musically quite interesting, a fairly impressive guitarist, though how he has any skin on his hands with the way he plays is a bit of a mystery. Fantastic showman though. Very impressive was the way that he carries the whole thing through, as various members of the backing band retire for some portions, leaving him essentially alone to do his thing. Only negative I can really come up with is he does have a tendency to waffle on a bit, but he does speak pretty good english.
But yeah, afterwards I was feeling far more wrecked than I had any right to, lost pudding and co in the crowd but somehow managed to jump on the early train and get back before the taxi rates got silly expensive, which was a definate plus.
Now all I need to do is get through today and get back to bed.
Death by Miyavi. There are worse ways to go.
