I'm thinking about putting bail money in my shoe just in case

Charlotte Martin is playing a show tonight. Like, as in, here. In Minneapolis.

*Someone hold me.*

I can't remember when I first got in to her music, but she's definitely on my Top 5 Fave Artists of All Time List. This is a little bit of heaven for me, and if I can somehow manage to find all the pieces of my head which conveniently exploded upon reading she'd be here tonight I'm definitely gonna be there. I don't do shows often but the ones I do make an effort to grace with my presence are mind-numbingly stellar.

(Okay yeah, there was that one New Kids on the Block concert. But that doesn't count cuz A) I didn't like them, B) I won the tickets and had to go - the alternative was to face decapitation from BFF Shea, and C) I was also TWELVE.)

(Oh. Yup, there was that Steppenwolf concert at Bratwurst Days that one summer too. But that wasn't my fault either, cuz, it just wasn't. My boyfriend at the time made me go, and if you blame anyone you should blame him. He deserves it anyway.)

(And then there was the time he made me go to Steppenwolf at Summerfest too. Same summer, I think. We couldn't go see someone cool like Coolio playing the main stage. No. We had to see Steppenwolf. Again.)

So other than that Kiss show we're not going to talk about either, the only real show I've seen is Tori Amos. And if I ever meet that bitch I'm gonna kick her in the shins for making me cry and proceed to throw myself across her feet and beg for forgiveness. God I love her work. I don't have many "favorite" favorites, but she has safely claimed the Numero Uno spot on my All Time Favorite Musicians list.

Poor Charlotte, I digress. I love her too. And you know what's great about Charlotte? She loves Tori as much as me! So, like, we totally have that in common. Her hair is also kinda sorta blonde, LIKE MINE!, and she's also mentally stable and completely normal and sane in every way imaginable JUST! LIKE! ME!

I also think I'm going to bring my camera. *gulp* I've weighed the pros and cons with my fellow geeky photographer type friend and he assures me it'll not only be worth it but that no one will try to take it away or anything. Or! Anything! I'm also hopeful that even in the off-chance someone does try to take away my camera, I'll be escorted backstage where Charlotte and I can proceed to hang.

And then she'll say, "Give the nice girl with hair just like mine her camera back." And I'll say, "Ummm. Uh. Can I like take your picture?" And she'll say, "I thought you'd never ask!" And then we'll make friendship bracelets and braid each other's hair.

I'm stoked.