Friday, June 22, 2012

Robyn Recap

Last summer my adorable co-worker and friend, Jessica, introduced me to Robyn, the quirky Swedish pop/dance star, and ever since I've been a huge fan. I even recorded a cover of Robyn's Call Your Girlfriend for my 30th birthday, which sounded about as bad as you could imagine a disco album from Nico would be. Since last summer, Jessica and I have been kicking ourselves for not seeing Robyn on the Katy Perry tour and were overjoyed when her show at ACL Moody Theater was announced. We adjusted our entire work day (and Friday beer lunch schedule) to make sure that we bought tickets the second they went on sale. Last night was everything I'd hoped for, and more....

ROBYN!!!!!!!

It takes two hands to count all my Robyn loving ladies and yet I still ran into friends at the show that I didn't know were hip to her Cobrastyle. (Yes, Jon Chapman I am talking about you!) Until last night I also never realized how much "the gays" LOVE Robyn. I don't think the Moody Theater has ever seen so many sequins and 6" heels before. I honestly felt like a 16 year old again, but this time I was legally drinking $6 beers at a well-organized rave with plenty of public restrooms.



Lela, Pam, Jessica, and I met up pre-show and were pretty antsy waiting for Robyn to come on. There was no mention of an opening band beforehand, so when local band Feathers came out we escaped to the patio while Lela held her ground front and center. After nearly 20 minutes of trying to establish our floor space during Robyn, we had finally found the perfect spot when a neon-orange-tanked dancing queen forced his way from the back of the crowd and stopped directly in front of us. Sure it was annoying, but we simply moved and continued to dance in the 5 square inches of space we still had. 20 minutes later, he once again pushes his way through the crowd and Pam had been on her best behavior about as long as possible. A simple, "dude, you're being rude" was not interpreted well and this guy starts furiously air humping Pam and screaming, "This is a gay show!" over and over again. A few people nearby were trying to calm him down to no avail so I thought I'd give it a try myself, which once again was not well received. Our angry twink then starts furiously twirling and air humping both Pam and I and is dramatically insisting that our differences be settled with a dance-off. Yes, this enraged concert attendee demanded a dance-off! Having never been summoned to a dance off I think I handled it pretty well; I did a spin and then chest bumped him, which sent him into a fury and he karate chopped me in the throat. The nearby onlookers were appalled and admitted they wanted to "school him", but couldn't sacrifice even a second of the Robyn show, so I sent for security and he was kicked out. If only he wasn't wearing that neon orange American Apparel tank top, he wouldn't have stuck out in the crowd. It all felt so dramatic, but then the security guard told us that he had been starting shit throughout the night and they were pleased to eject him. Needless to say, I had a freakin' blast. The entire venue was dancing and singing along with every song, which normally annoys the hell out of me, but since I couldn't stop singing myself it was perfection.





My night only got better when I fell asleep and had a romantic Robyn dream. She didn't have those strange Sailor Moon hair tendrils in my dream and was very sweet and kissable. Our romance was exactly like the Hang With Me music video, except there was a pug puppy.



In more Robyn dance-off drama news, Jessica did her famous internet sleuthing and sent me the Twitter link to the dance-off dueler's tweets. It's pretty exciting to read his live tweet play-by-play of the altercation: https://twitter.com/#!/danielp1

I only have one regret from last night; I wish we would have gotten a ladies group photo!

1 comment:

johnathan said...

Holy shit, his tweets were so unreal.