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HOLLY GOLIGHTLY
October 9, 2003 Austin, Texas - The
night began with a few pitchers of beer, a sour attitude and any
excuse to get the hell out of Emo's. By the end of the night,
I was a giddy schoolboy asking Holly for her autograph.
There was so little to be dismayed over - finally hearing and seeing
the sexy, sultry singer in person, who provided much of the
soundtrack to the last few months of my life, even popping up on the
Casino El Camino jukebox. But yet, in the back of my head,
something was ringing, and even ample amounts of beer in a short
time, propped up by Paul's raving about internet dating and 'A Woman
Under the Influence'.
The show began with a pretty strong outfit led by a cute Asian girl
in stockings. I skipped most of it, hanging out in the back of
Emo's and chatting with some folks while Paul set his sights on the
band's cute singer. After a break, some oggling over the
particularly cute crowd (Paul and I both decided boots do make the
woman), Holly and her outfit took the stage. She was dressed
in a mahogany dress, sexy in a 60's way, followed by three of
Britain's finest toothless outcasts backing Holly's guitar.
By the third song in, all trepidation and fear washed away, and I
was firmly entranced by Miss Golightly. Despite an
inexplicable xenophobia that has popped up in my life, not
necessarily hating foreigners, rather being bored by them, I wanted
Holly to not talk and just sing. By the fourth song, even this
washed away, and the music took over. More than once I glanced
over at Paul at the start of a song and started screaming, "She was
just seventeen", as most songs sounded like that era of the Beatles
(whatever happened to them?)
The show was brilliant, I've used the word spectacular a few times,
and by the middle of the set Paul and I were arguing whose
girlfriend Holly really was. She tore through a bunch of old
songs, threw in some new songs, and asked the crowd whether they
wanted up or down ones. (Up! Up!)
At the end of a spirited encore including the previous band's
members (singing 'It'll be alright!), I sauntered up to Holly with
Paul waiting off in the distance, and waited to get her attention to
get an autograph. My time finally arrived, and I thanked her
for the show, telling her her music has been an active part of
the craziest of days in the past few months. She smiled,
talked, and thanked me for listening.
I then realized she misspelled Michael, the same way I did until I
was corrected when I go to high school. I think we're soul
mates. Take that Paul.
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