|Chicago and Japan Tour, Spring 2006 -- Part 3 (Feb 28-Mar 2)|
|4/22/2019 6:25:19 AM - Showtime at Club Ikspiari!! The first day of performances with the new band (28th), and I was excited, but a little tired. I decided to take it easy that day and save my voice a little bit. |
I think we did pretty well, although not as well as in the rehearsals, and by the second set, the sound people really got it together. I was pleased to see the seats filled. I was a little nervous that with all the performances in the Tokyo area that it would water down the attendance, but such was not the case.
For our 2nd day at Ikspiari (March 1), I meant to take it easy but by the 2nd set, the sound was so great and the vibe with the band and the audience so fantastic, that it took me away and I just let myself go. There's nothing like singing with a band that's totally capable musically and technically, who's comfortable with the music itself, and with an awesome sound system and engineers. In retrospect, I think that was our best night.
We had some friends in the audience that day: Robbie and Kaleb, who used to perform with me when I still lived in Japan, and a couple people from Kitty, my old management company. Lucy (radio DJ) was also there for a little while before the first set but had to leave for work. She actually came to interview me for her Bay FM show but we lost our chance (long and boring story), and I felt very badly that she'd wasted her time coming to see me only to not get the interview -- bad timing and coordination. Lucy is a fellow "half" (or double as I always say) who is one of the more popular radio celebrities, and also one of the coolest women on earth.
There was a little damper to the evening unfortunately. There is a man who has been following my performances since I can remember, 1994 or possibly earlier. He was introduced to me as a writer and as such I was always very courteous and friendly to him. Throughout the '90s, he always went through my management who comped him for every concert I gave, but since my move to New York and now without formal representation nor management, he started contacting me directly at my hotel when I'd come in town, which I found a little too familiar for my liking, but shrugged it off. However, last year, when I performed again at Ikspiari, he came and showed Sasha and me a photocopy of an article he had written, which I found odd as he seemed so delighted with it. If one writes for a living, why be so excited over one article, especially as mundane as this one seemed? It then dawned on me that I'd never seen an article he'd written on me, and I never knew which publication he wrote for. Could it be that he was just an amateur posing as a professional writer to get into concerts for free and meet the artists?
Then several days earlier, while Nikita and I were trying to take a nap, he called my hotel room. I found it to be an invasion of my privacy and now that I was questioning his legitimacy, mixed with jetlag and lack of sleep, I went into diva mode and curtly told him that he could call Geneon about the guest list. Let them deal with this nutter. He actually had the gall to call me a couple days later, and I again feigned that I had no control over the guest list, where upon he said he was good friends with the management at Club Ikspiari. Fine, I told him, call the manager then.
So that night, he came. The clincher is that he came in a wheelchair. He'd had some sort of traffic accident which I felt bad about of course, but...it was all too weird. After my 2nd set finished, Nyoro came back stage, nervous as he had insisted on coming back stage, which I steadfastly refused -- it was getting to the point of harassment and I didn't appreciate it. He hung around until after the 2nd set was over, and as I'd promised to autograph CDs up at the front of the club, he was waiting for me. Of course I went up and said hello and chatted for a while out of politeness -- I mean, the guy WAS in a wheelchair. But
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