Luckily, Cat is a lovely human bean and gave me a drink ticket to make up for the vapid squealing and whiskeypants bought me a drink because she too is a lovely human bean.
The show itself was wonderful. I haven't been to the Great American in a while (maybe two years ago for Kristin Hersh/Throwing Muses?), and it was the perfect venue for Ms. Palmer. She sang several songs from her new album, which she apparently worked on with Ben Folds, and I'm excited to actually buy it. And I loved the Neil Gaiman-penned tune "I Google You". She also did some Dolls songs and covered "Après Moi" by Regina Spektor, which made me very happy and which I think whittles should sing at an upcoming Hubba. During her encore, she hung out on the upstairs railing and played "Creep" on a ukelele before running through the balcony to the other side. It was amazing how quietly everyone sang along when she invited the house to join in. It's always such an experience to be at a show where the love of the audience for the performer is so palpable.
After the show, we headed to the seekrit hot tub in Berkeley, which I haven't been to in many months. I appreciated the company and the 114-degree water and the silence and the hammock.
Today I've had a brief phone interview, written a bit, and worked on Lola Vauntz's new routine, which will debut this Monday at the Uptown. I'm heading into the city later for the San Francisco Bay Guardian's Best of the Bay party at 1015 Folsom, a venue that I loathe. But the party is free, which is key these days, and I'd love to celebrate HHR's win.