Even the busiest of bees need time for a brew C:
Adam Ant at Manchester Ritz Tuesday April 1st 2014
We arrived on time. The line to go in was reasonable long by the time we got there. I did note that some had the famous white strip across their face; I was a little annoyed that I didn’t. For that I too wanted to have the famous strip, well not the Dandy Highwayman’s one but I wanted the Prince Charming strips. However there was no time for any of that when I got home from school, I just had to change and get out the door to catch the train.
As we stood there waiting to go in my sister Alicia got her black eyeliner out and drew a cross by my right eye, which is what Adam sometimes wears today. This was so I didn’t feel left out.
As time went by more and more people started to line up behind us, everybody was wearing something Adam Ant Like. T-shirts, bands, hair styles or even the Ant logo it was great to see so many dedicated fans around me. Some were the ones who grew up at the same time it all began, some where my age if not a little older. A security guy walked passed us and told us to stay close to the wall, allowing others to pass easily. “Feel the love” he continued to say.
Then another security guy came along asking for those who had meet & greet tickets to follow him. I was upset that I didn’t have one of them kind of tickets, because it would have been awesome to go and meet Adam himself.
The security people told us to move forward and head towards the big main doors. One of them was checking bags. I got out the tickets just before the security guy checking bags to make sure they were ready. Before I knew it we were inside. I hugged Alicia and said “I could cry” I felt my eyes tear up. But I didn’t let them show. We joined the small crowd that had begun to gather around the barriers in front of the stage.
I took my time to look around the room while I stood there. I wanted to in brasses everything around me. Alicia left me for a moment to get us a drink I stood there continuing to look around, my head twisted and turned as I inspected the room. It was like an old fashioned music hall. A dance floor in the middle which I was standing on, on either side there were bars, above there was a balcony with a few table and chairs dotted around. On the roof there was a disco ball which glittered and shun in the light.
Most important of all the stag, it was all lit up with many colourful lights, The Blueblack Hussar records logo was on the back wall of the stage. It wasn’t a massive stage but big enough to fill a large quantity of the room width ways and it did come forward quite a bit but there was plenty of room to stand. All the instruments of The Good, The Bad & the Lovely Posy’s were set up behind some other instruments of the support bands.
When Alicia returned with the drink I was so nervous that once the drink of Coca a cola was in my hands I drank it quite quickly. Then Alicia held my empty plastic cup I rejected to having another, for I didn’t want to go to the toilet during the performance. Alicia held on to it until she was done with her own drink. She however got herself a second drink and doubled checked with me about having a second drink. I was pretty ok with just that one.
As the clock came to eight, the support band came out on stage. The show was about to begin at any moment they picked up their interments and played their first song for the evening. Once it had ended they introduced themselves as The New Killer Shoes, they pointed out some of the regular people they have seen. I however had never heard of these people but I was ecstatic by this point, as they played more songs I thought that they were pretty good. It was all new and exciting for me.
The New Killer Shoes played a number of their own songs and they did a cover. I didn’t know that one ether even though it was meant to be a well known song; Alicia knew it she was surprised that I didn’t. They were extremely loud, but it didn’t bother me. By eight –thirty they had finished. They wished us a great night and that Adam will be great, then they swaggered off stage right after placing their instruments down.
As they left the groupies came on and took away The New Killer Shoes instruments. Next they did a sound check for The Good, The Mad & The Lovely Posy’s instruments. As this was being carried out the crowed turned to talk to each other, while they waited. My ears felt as if there was a massive bell ringing within them, but I was still smiling like a Cheshire cat and I couldn’t wait to see Adam step foot onto the stage.
As the clock was getting closer to nine many people grew restless and was tired of hearing the sound checks. A number of them started booing as time pressed some were chanting “Adam”. There was even some name calling “Wanker!” some shouted at the top of their lungs.
I was horrified by the name calling, time kept getting closer to nine-thirty Adam was running late. I thought that he must have a good reason for his lateness, at first I thought that the meet & greet was taking longer than planned. The more I had to stand and listen to these people terrible people around, the more I felt shouting back at them. “Shut up he’s coming alright!” would have been my response to them, however I knew that I wouldn’t be loud enough for all of them to hear me out.
As the clock came to nine-thirty everybody stopped name calling and booing. We all cheered as The Good, The Mad & The Lovely Posy came on stage. But as soon as I saw Adam’s face, I screamed as loud as I could. It was at an instant as he walked out. I and Alicia were really close to the stage, so he should have been able to hear me. We may have not been at the barriers but close enough and we were near the middle which gave us a good view.
Car trouble (parts 1 & 2) was the first song everybody who knew it was singing along as loud as possible including me. There is a video of that which I recorded it is good quality but you can hear my awful singing and extremely loud screams at points, also because I was jumping around it’s all included in there too. Ah well it was great fun jumping trying to get in the moment. The other songs that were played were as follows:
Digital Tenderness
Nine Plane Failed
Day I Met God
Tabletalk
Cleopatra
Stand And Deliver
Antmusic
Vive Le Rock
Deutscher Girls
Wonderful
Kings (Kings Of The Wild Frontier)
Kick!
Goody Two Shoes
Desperate But Not Serious
Zerox
Prince Charming
Physical (You’re so)
A number of them are from the Dirk wears white sox album (the first album) such as Car trouble (parts 1 & 2), Digital tenderness, Cleopatra, Nine plane failed; Day I met God and Tabletalk. Which the majority of I didn’t know it sounds terrible that I didn’t know but I was working on them. I actually only knew Car trouble part 2 out of all the song which were played for Dirk, I hadn’t really listened to the full album at that time.
Every song that I did know I put 100% effort in with the crowd singing the lyrics, jumping up and down and rising my hand in the air. Adam would sometimes talk in between the songs saying how he came up with the next one, or talking about his daughter he even talked about his split from a girl friend which then became the song wonderful. Also the fact that when he gave her the demo she cried. We all had sympathy on that one.
Adam did like to swear a lot whilst he was talking or explaining something, most of us weren’t bothered by this. I certainly wasn’t, but a quite large drunk woman next time most defiantly was. “Stop swearing!” She cried out whilst Adam was talking she then added “You’ve got a dirty mouth, stop swearing”. Later on when I and Alicia talked about the woman’s behaviour we agreed that if she didn’t like it she should have left sooner. She did waddle away after those close by turned to her.
One of my favourite things Adam said that night which is still clear in my mind was “I may look nice but I’m dirty” I loved the way he said it. Adam told us that Tabletalk “got him into a lot of trouble” I can’t remember why though. Also when he talked more about Dirk wears white sox he said that the album was meant to “make you feel uncomfortable” it however didn’t make me feel that way, it made me feel a shamed that I didn’t know all the songs.
During Antmusic Adam puts his foot onto a medium sized speaker on the stage and slipped, it was funny at the time a specially looking at his factual expression. I have a video of it as well I laugh every time it doesn’t get old. Stand and deliver was a request from the audience which he took. He said that we was going to do what he wanted because he was late therefore he didn’t go with the original plan.
A little later Adam was talking and he started to introduce the next song after his short story “the next one will be Stand and deliver” right after he realised that he’d already done it. He covered his face with his left hand whilst the other held the microphone; we all burst into laughter with him. He added “I’m only 59 and I’m already forgetting” we laughed a little more; Adam continued to look in barest to his mistake.
I did request a song, I requested Strip which a chanted a few times as loud as possible when most of the room was reasonably quiet. A women to the left side of me who I nick named Yeti said “Literary” to me. I called her Yeti because she was wearing this fury cardigan with a hood; she kept the hood up throughout the support band’s performance and a bit of Adam’s.
At first I hated Yeti for she kept pushing forward and trying to block my view, she started on the right side of me. Nevertheless after I requested Strip she seemed to be nicer to me and stopped blocking my view, I then thought she weren’t that bad. Yeti wasn’t the only person with a nick name, another woman who walked passed while I and Alicia were waiting to get in reminded me a lot of Aunt Sally from the Tv show Worzel Gummidge.
Her face was paler than the rest of her because she added white make up, the rest of her was pale any way. The blusher was too bright red her lips matched, her eyes were quite dark. Her hair was bright blue short-ish a red bandanna around her head with her hair trapped over. When I first saw her I was thinking that it was all too much Alicia agreed that she was a bit OTT. Aunt Sally ended up standing on the right side of me from near the midpoint until I left.
There were some other people who wear a bit OTT. Adam was from head to toe in black leather, hair in long black plaits and a red bandanna. When he first came on he wore a black hat and a black jacket with blue lens glasses which had a yellow frame he later put the hat and glasses on again near the end. Adam’s energy was raw and very much still as good as back in the early days.
Throughout most of the gig Adam slowly ripped his t-shirt open, which had himself on the front with Adam & the Ant written on the back. It turned into a stringy waistcoat, the vast majority screamed and cheered as Adam untucked his t-shirt from his black leather trousers as did I. My heart was pounding agent my chest (my parents might end up reading this and thinking oh God).
Every second that I was there I kept thinking “wow I’m in the same room as Adam Ant, I can’t believe it.” At times I would scream just because of the though passing through my mind. I never wanted the night to end. Just before Desperate but not serious started it was five to eleven and Alicia tapped me on the shoulder. “If you want to buy a t-shirt you’re going to have to go there now, we have to catch the train and fourteen minutes pasted” she told me I however refused to leave.
Some people asked if the shop was closing Alicia just responded that we had to catch our train. Desperate but not serious had started and near the end of the first virus Alicia told me again to get a move on and added “you can still hear him were only at the back.” I turned to look at Adam before I nodded I held on to Alicia’s arms as we pushed our way out of the over large crowd, Adam’s voice still booming behind us.
I let go once we got to the little shop which was at the back in the left corner. I looked at what they had. I ended up with a t-shit like Adam was wearing, badges, an Ant logo key ring and a wristband. After I bought them Alicia said we could stay a little longer, so I joined the back of the crowd, who I might add were boring. Not one of them joined in with the singing, I continued to sing along.
Alicia looked behind her at the shop I noticed it and I too turned around. She was confused to what it was that we were looking at; I said that it’s probably the other band’s stuff. I had to repeat myself for her to hear me. After the second time one of them was standing behind the table in the shop waving and smiling at me. I waved and smiled oruardly back, then saw another standing to the left of me and doing the same as the other, I did the same again to him. I was in barest and turned away as I stood looking ahead I kept thinking they’re not going to hurt you just talk to them its fine.
I never did though, before I knew it Prince Charming was the last song I heard and we head to the train station. My legs wear killing me I had difficulties walking I kept tripping on the ground, I bet those who saw me as I passed must have thought I was drunk. We managed to get on the train with one minute to spare.
There were no seats when we got there so we had to stand but we lend agents the wall. It didn’t help our feet after standing in line and then stand up for hours at the concert. A number of stops later a group of people got off at one station, it came a good chance for us to get a seat. This felt so good to sit after all those hours of standing; I stretched my legs out for the rest of the journey.
I looked through some of the photos that Alicia took, I did take some but Alicia took most of them because I was too busy enjoying myself to really take any. Alicia’s however turned out better than my own and I watched a few of the videos as well. When the train finally stopped at our station we walked on and we found Dad waiting to drive us home. I gave him a big hug and told him all about it.
It had to be the best night of my life; I couldn’t thank Alicia enough for what she had done to get me there. It was my Christmas present from her for that no one else would take me (Alicia volunteered to take me). I couldn’t stop smiling for ages afterwards my ears were slightly ringing but not as much after The New Killer Shoes had finished. We hadn’t had time to eat beforehand so we starving, Dad took us to the 24hr McDonalds to get some food.
Two nights after the concert I decided to write him a letter, I said how much fun I had at the concert, a bit about myself and of course as one does I asked him the odd question. I ended it with I hope I didn’t bore you to death. I sent it to the place in London his last gig on the 19th April. Now I wait for his replay I hope he does write back. My friend Lili came with me to post it.
The Saturday that week I was shopping with my parents, I was in HMV and found Adam’s autobiography which I bought. I think it is the best book which I have read in that content. However when I first took it to school to show my friends on the following Monday Lili told me she was planning on getting it for my birthday, I freaked out because I ruined my present from her, which I won’t let go, but she happy that I am enjoying the book.
baconnnnnnn:

humansofnewyork:

His owner told me that according to a Native American myth, dogs with different colored eyes can see both heaven and earth.

this dog has seen some shit

baconnnnnnn:

humansofnewyork:

His owner told me that according to a Native American myth, dogs with different colored eyes can see both heaven and earth.

this dog has seen some shit

I had been worried about Adam too lately and wrote him a letter not long ago. I think he gains strength from us, just as much as we do from him. I amble around when my insomnia kicks up so I can't imagine trying to tour with it. We talked in depth about things to do when the Black Dog visits. Brilliant man.

:) i’m glad to hear you’re concerned

i’m also so glad he spoke to you, i’ve had many friends who suffer with similiar disorders, and i’ve supported each and everyone of them in their time of need. one of my best friends suffers with bipolar disorder too and i tell him everyday that i love him and he seems to cope with it quite well.

i hope you feel better, i read your post and i’m so sorry to hear about your mum, and yourself. i hope you’re feeling okay, and know that although you don’t really know me, if you ever want to talk, i’m a message away.

an old friend of mine attempted suicide a few times, for several reasons, and unfortunately she’s still going downhill, but if there’s one thing i’ve learned it’s that you have to persevere and there’s only so much you can do for people. it honestly pains me know that there’s nothing i can do or say to change adam, or to help him, and i wish i could put myself in his shoes to see if there was something i could do.

i feel awful because, although i think i’ve been honest, [about his health, his performance etc] i think i’ve been quite nasty about him a bit. it must be awful to suffer with something that he suffers with, and i often forget because at the end of the day, he’s just a person like all of us.

i hope your letter finds him well, and i hope that he’s read mine. i love him so much like all of us, and it’s hard to see someone you love suffer so badly.

chelsea-doll:

This trip to England has been a dream.

Last night, I saw Adam Ant in Cheltenham. It was raw, gritty, sexy. I went to my hotel and crashed after, knowing I had to get up and catch a 6am bus to London.

As I was sitting, in my Adam Ant sweatshirt, I saw a man moseying around the bus stop, smoking and swinging a bag. Something about his face made me wonder, but why would it be? It couldn’t. However my curiosity got the best of me and I walked over with my luggage and asked, “May I ask, is your name Adam?” The face looked up and grinned, nodding. “Nice sweatshirt.” He chatted about where I was from and he remembered the Fresno show.

I rattled off shit about the show but then I asked what he was doing up, wandering around. “Can’t sleep.” I took a deep breath and told him about my Mom’s suicide and my own recent attempt. He hugged me and told me he’s looking to write another book about mental health. I thanked him for the attention he’s given it to it and it was a nice to have a real person to admire.

My stupid fucking bus rolled up at this time and I wanted to die because the chance to have a conversation with Adam Ant is a rare moment. As we parted, he grabbed my hand and put a ring in it. “When things get bad, look at this and think if me. Love you, dear.” And walked away.

I waited to get on the bus to cry.

i’ve been concerned about the man, but faith in everything completely restored <3

i hope my letter found him well

chelsea-doll:

This trip to England has been a dream.

Last night, I saw Adam Ant in Cheltenham. It was raw, gritty, sexy. I went to my hotel and crashed after, knowing I had to get up and catch a 6am bus to London.

As I was sitting, in my Adam Ant sweatshirt, I saw a man moseying around the bus stop, smoking and swinging a bag. Something about his face made me wonder, but why would it be? It couldn’t. However my curiosity got the best of me and I walked over with my luggage and asked, “May I ask, is your name Adam?” The face looked up and grinned, nodding. “Nice sweatshirt.” He chatted about where I was from and he remembered the Fresno show.

I rattled off shit about the show but then I asked what he was doing up, wandering around. “Can’t sleep.” I took a deep breath and told him about my Mom’s suicide and my own recent attempt. He hugged me and told me he’s looking to write another book about mental health. I thanked him for the attention he’s given it to it and it was a nice to have a real person to admire.

My stupid fucking bus rolled up at this time and I wanted to die because the chance to have a conversation with Adam Ant is a rare moment. As we parted, he grabbed my hand and put a ring in it. “When things get bad, look at this and think if me. Love you, dear.” And walked away.

I waited to get on the bus to cry.

merlinwhosuperpotterlock:

"i can’t eat that, i’ll get fat"

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"i can’t sleep in late today i have to do work"

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"no i can’t watch a whole season in one go that’s lazy"

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"i can’t-"

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currently doing weird ass ziggy stardust fanart but i wrote a stupid ass poem to go with it so

ziggy played guitar
ziggy came from mars
ziggy earned some fans
ziggy started a band
ziggy was made of stars
ziggy stole our hearts
zuggy took over by day
ziggy never went away
ziggy took over by night
ziggy gave us a fright
3rd july 1973
alone and forgotten ziggy thought he would be
but ziggy still remains in our hearts
and although few still look up at the stars
the old hope still remains
ziggy will play guitar again