urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty anindoorkitty anindoorkitty 2005-11-11T01:37:39Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty:3750 2005-11-11T01:05:12Z 2005-11-11T01:37:39Z Well, I've finally gotten around to putting my thoughts about my trip into words. I had been planning this trip from the US to witness James acting live on the London stage for the past 6 months. It did not disappoint. <br /><br />I actually knew I would go to London over Halloween ever-since missing the Halloween convention with James & David in 04. After kicking my ass daily for not going then, I decided that if James held another event in London over Halloween, I'd be there...and I was. <br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y151/anindoorkitty/London%2005/James%20in%20London%2005/2005_1031London050142.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"><br />James at the St James church concert <br /><br /><br />My biggest regret was not being allowed to take pictures of the Words & Music event. I was sitting on the front row within spit-shower range and could have produced some fine photos (even with my rather inferior little camera).<br /><br />All thanks and praise to my trip-roomie and traveling bud - K. I never would have made it through the week without you. *hugs & smoochies* She had been to Halloween 04 the year before and had come well prepared this year. She took no prisoners and booked no excuses. I was forced to bandage my blisters and stifle my whining or get left behind in her dust! We crammed in as much as it was physically possible to do within a 6 day period, using James' 3 events as the centerpieces of our trip. <br /><br /><a name="cutid2"></a>Day 1: <br />I left Wednesday afternoon about 1:00 and arrived 15 hours later. I flew all night and arrived in London at 10:00am Thursday (4:00am my time). At that time, I had been awake for 22 hours. K. & I met up at the train station within the airport and took the hour ride into London together. Our hotel was located appro. 1/2 mile from the nearest underground station, thus the saga of my poor, abused feet began. Walking & the tube system was our major form of travel. Speaking of feet, the next day, as I was gawking around not paying attention to where I was going, I stepped in a patch of wet cement (much to my chagrin & K.'s amusement). I can now say that my footprint is immortalized in cement on Kings Cross Road in London. *g*<br /><br />As soon as we finished checking into the hotel, we headed back downtown to the London Eye. When we arrived, there were hundreds of tourists from all over the world waiting to ride as well. We decided to take one of the many guided boat tours on the Thames river while waiting our turn to ride the Eye. I'm glad we did, it was well worth it. The boat went from the houses of parliament to past the tower bridge. We then got in line, which from now on will be referred to as 'queued' for the Eye. *bg* The Eye is a huge ferris wheel with glass encased cars that can hold 25 people. It takes 30 minutes to make a complete circle of the 433 ft tall (135m) wheel which commands a 25 mile (40k) view of London! By the time we were done, it was getting dark and time to make our way to Islington for the concert at the Carling Academy.<br /><br />We caught the nearest tube and make our way to the Angel *g* station. It took us a few minutes and a helpful young man to find the right direction once we hit the street. But soon we discovered a long, chatty queue of lovely young ladies and deduced we were in the right place. By this time I had been awake 31 hours. As soon as we were allowed to enter, we met up with some familiar faces, got some refreshment and found the best place we could to view the concert. <br /><br />A pretty young blond girl, with a very good voice, named Evi Vine was the supporting act. You can check her out here: <a href="http://www.evivine.com/">http://www.evivine.com/</a><br />After a few minutes break, James came on to a noisy & appreciative crowd. His set list:<br /><br />Carling Academy Islington <br />All That She Wanted<br />This Town<br />London City<br />Finer Than Gold<br />Everyman Thinks...<br />Up On Me<br />Angel<br />Poor Robyn<br />Birth of the Blues<br />Long Time<br />Smile<br />Louise<br />For What I Need<br />Button Down Vandals<br />No Promises<br />Civilized Man<br />Goodbye<br />Dangerous<br />Bad<br /><br />All That She Wanted & Up On Me were new songs just recently written. Button Down Vandals was a song that he said he wrote a while ago about a close high school friend that is now a lawyer for the elite environmental group, the Sierra Club. Someone had heard it recently and talked him into performing it. I'm so glad they did. I think it's my favorite of all! It's really terrific. All about how although he & his high school buddies did the teen rebellious thing they still managed to become doctors & lawyers...& TV stars! <br />I also liked the other new songs too, especially Up On Me. Pretty. <br /><br />His song writing just keeps getting better, I think. This was the first time that I've heard Finer Than Gold, London City, Birth of the Blues & Louise performed live. Finer Than Gold & London City were both beautiful. The song Louise is a nice tribute to her - she sounds like someone I'd like to meet. I love how he sings the blues, but I didn't really care for Birth of the Blues. I don't know, it just seemed too contrived to me. Sorry James. I think he needs to stick more to his own experiences when writing the blues. <br /><br />He looked incredible, as usual. He wore the obligatory black T-shirt and distressed jeans and his hair was "Fine". *bg* I can't help it, I'm so glad he had to let his hair grow out some. I like his hair longer. If only he'd let it go natural. *sigh*<br /><br />I really enjoyed the atmosphere at this concert. Everybody seemed jazzed and nobody was yelling for him to remove any of his clothing. This was a club and had the smokey, loud, physically uncomfortable familiarity of a live music club venue. The people around me were passing joints around during the concert and I felt as if I had been transported about 25 years back in time. *lazy smile* I was so tired by this time that I think I was becoming delirious. Especially after a couple of beers and having to stand through the entire show. After a nice 2 song encore, it was regrettably over. <br /><br />K. & I made our way back to the hotel, where I had to force myself to take a shower - I was so tired, but had been in the same clothes now for 36 hours! *yuck*<br />As soon as I got out of the shower, I passed out. It was a good thing I was so tired too, because the weather was unseasonably warm in London for the end of October and London does not have AIR CONDITIONING!!!!<br /><br />To come - Day 2: urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty:3090 2005-08-23T21:51:43Z 2005-08-23T21:51:43Z WAWASM. <br /><br />WAGASM! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty:2928 2005-05-26T16:27:09Z 2005-05-26T16:27:09Z I got my ticket. I got my ticket. *sung to the tune of "I've got my money from 'Chance'*<br /><br />I'm in seat A-13 for the 7 pm James Marsters' "Words and Music" Oct. 29 in London! <br /><br />Whoo hoo!!! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty:2757 2005-05-24T18:44:02Z 2005-05-24T18:44:02Z Have you seen this yet?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.darkworlds.com/ls/art_18254.html">http://www.darkworlds.com/ls/art_18254.html</a> <br /><br />It looks like we just might get that Spike movie yet! <br /><br /> WAWASM!!!!! :) urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty:2538 2005-05-04T21:13:20Z 2005-05-04T21:13:20Z Which of course means: not that you can't give constructive criticism, just don't dis.<br /><br />And this in regard to the recent stream of anti-James Marsters fans bitching and belly-aching about how he doesn't kiss their wide shiny asses! Well, as far as I can tell, he doesn't owe them anything except entertainment for the price of a ticket. Everything else is none of their damn business. Period. So if you want to make professional suggestions about how he can improve his acting, song writing, guitar playing, or singing, I'm sure Mr. Himber has an email address and would *coughcringecough* love to hear your suggestions. Otherwise, enjoy the show or hit the road. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty:2257 2005-04-15T01:35:47Z 2005-09-09T21:20:04Z CIVILIZED MAN<br /><a name="cutid1"></a>lyrics by James Marsters<br /><br />There are walls to get to you<br />You can hit me<br />I don't mind black and blue<br /><br />You set me up<br />Not gonna fall<br />Run away<br /><br />Went to sleep a long time ago<br />Several years since I hurt anybody<br />Don't wake me up<br /><br />Let me sleep<br />Won't do you no good<br />Just keep to myself<br /><br />Don't nobody want a part of this<br />It's hard to be a civilized man<br />Times I want to be just what I am<br /><br />Whoa catch yourself<br />Want to wind up in jail<br />Better smile and watch football<br /><br />civilized man<br />I ain't no civilized man<br /><br />Civilized man<br />Wasn't born to be a civilized man urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty:1819 2005-04-15T01:26:02Z 2005-09-09T21:19:15Z NO PROMISES (previously RUNAWAY)<br /><a name="cutid1"></a>lyrics by James Marsters<br /><br />Hope I meet you on a good day<br />When I'm feelin all myself<br />But don't be startled if I run away<br />Especially if you smile<br />And really ring my bell<br /><br />I hope you take it in a good way<br />When I show myself to you<br />But I wouldn't worry about it anyway<br />I have soft skin<br />And scars are nothing new<br /><br />(chorus)<br />Please no promises<br />Don't want to hear the words<br />Nothing you can say<br />That I haven't already heard<br /><br />Please no promises<br />Let's just pass the time<br />Come and sit with me<br />And give me your eyes<br />(end chorus)<br /><br />We can find ourselves a private room<br />And let our hands run free<br />You can tickle underneath my arms<br />All the way down to behind my bended knees<br /><br />(chorus)<br /><br />When we make ourselves that quiet space<br />And the world is just us two<br />I hope that you won't run away<br />So we can stay there<br />And make us something new<br /><br /><br />PATRICIA<br /><a name="cutid2"></a>lyrics by James Marsters<br /><br />She has her piano<br />And her hands dance lustily on the keys<br />She has a pen and her paper<br />And she draws her favorite people<br />And one is me<br /><br />She wasn't supposed to be cool<br />Now I'm her fool<br />But I don't care<br /><br />She's given me a passkey<br />That has led me to what's<br /><br />Patricia<br />Patricia<br />Patricia<br />Patricia<br /><br />Small breast, firm hip, dark eyes, full lip<br />Small hand, long arm, touch me, I'm gone<br /><br />Now please<br />Makes her own cage<br />Now she wants out<br />Now she breaks out<br /><br />Now I sit here and I sigh<br />Cause the girl has gone back home to Germany<br />I can't break through and get to<br /><br />Patricia<br />Patricia<br />Patricia<br />Patricia<br />Patricia<a name="cutid3"></a> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty:1577 2005-04-15T01:09:52Z 2005-09-09T21:18:17Z EVERY MAN THINKS GOD IS ON HIS SIDE<br /><a name="cutid1"></a>lyrics by Andrew Rosenthal<br /><br />Every morning under the big yellow sun<br />A boy named Pedro he's the lucky one<br />He can't read or write never been to school<br />Pedro picks coffee in Brazil but he's no fool<br /><br />You remember Billy Jack how about brother Sam<br />Jumped from a window last night somewhere in Amsterdam<br />The fool done broke his neck broke his mother's heart<br />She cried and shook her head now they're worlds apart<br /><br />(chorus)<br />And every man thinks God is on his side<br />Ain't that true ain't that true<br />And every man thinks God is on his side<br />Ain't that you ain't that you<br />(end chorus)<br /><br />Yeah yeah<br /><br />Lately I been feelin strange yeah maybe a little afraid<br />Maybe cause we live and die in a world that never made<br />Sometimes It's so damn hard to believe in what is true<br />But if you'll be there for me we'll be there for you<br /><br />(chorus)<br /><br /><br /><br />POOR ROBYN<br /><a name="cutid2"></a>lyrics by James Marsters<br /><br />It's over now<br />I think I get it<br />It's been years<br />Since I saw your face<br /><br />But now I don't want to hear from you<br />And I don't want to hear about anyone<br />Or anything named Robyn for awhile<br /><br />Goodbye to the sea<br />Where you live<br />Goodbye the water<br />Keep my toes dry for awhile<br /><br />Nobody heard what you had to say<br />Cause your kisses whispered stay away<br />Don't make me feel<br />Like that again<br /><br />Oh poor Robyn<br />Don't be scared<br />Let me hold you<br />Let me take you there<br /><br />I want you so<br />I want you<br /><br />I want you so <br />What urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty:1532 2005-04-15T00:58:45Z 2005-09-09T21:17:17Z FOR WHAT I NEED<br /><a name="cutid1"></a>lyrics by James Marsters<br /><br />I'm goin swimming now<br />Get up your stream baby<br />Gonna get wet yeah<br /><br />For what I need what I need is you baby<br />yeah<br /><br />Yeah I'm going climbin now<br />I'm goin to get high<br />Up your peaks baby<br /><br />For what I need what I need is you baby<br /><br />I don't care what you put in my way<br />Not movin not ever since I met you<br />Now I'm like a heat seekin missle baby<br /><br />For what I need what I need is you baby<br /><br />Well I'm goin walkin now<br />(and the only problem)<br />Up early on that road<br />(I said the only problem is)<br />Get home to you baby<br />(If I don't get to you I think I'm goin to go insane)<br /><br />For what I need what I need is you baby<br /><br />For what I need what I need is you baby<br />yeah<br /><br />I don't care what kind of hole's in the ground<br />I don't care what kind of ocean is in between me and you<br />Oh baby I'm not goin to go half way<br />I'm getting to you<br /><br />Watch out<br /><br />Watch out<br /><br /><br /><br />LONG TIME<br /><a name="cutid2"></a>lyrics by James Marsters<br /><br />I remember what you told me<br />Last time I said that I wanted you<br />A crooked smile played across you lips<br />And you said damn all you men are just the same<br /><br />It's been a long time<br />That's granted<br />but I bet you haven't changed<br /><br />It's been a long time<br />Since I was okay<br />Okay yeah<br /><br />In the years we spent together<br />I fell in love with your honesty<br />You never told me that<br />Your sweet words<br />Were never meant to apply to me<br /><br />It's been a long time<br />That's granted<br />But I bet you haven't changed<br /><br />It's been a long time<br />Since I was okay<br />Okay yeah<br /><br />Your so perfect put together<br />Liz you beauty is faultless<br />But what I thought was <br />Done for my eyes<br />Was really building a fortress<br /><br />It's been a long time<br />That's granted<br />But I bet you're just the same<br /><br />It's been a long time<br />Since I was okay<br />Okay<br /><br />It's been a long time<br />Yeah urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty:1027 2005-04-15T00:45:26Z 2005-09-09T21:16:09Z OUR TOWN<br /><a name="cutid1"></a>lyrics by James Marsters<br /><br />Well you didn't even care<br />What they said about you<br />And you ran away from there<br />Made a home<br /><br />And you filled it<br />With a candel<br />On a cinderblock<br />And a mattress on the floor<br /><br />(chorus)<br />And this town baby<br />This town baby<br />Is gonna be ours<br /><br />This town baby this town baby<br />Is gonna be ours<br />Uh-uh-uh<br />(end chorus)<br /><br />You find a man<br />And he swears he'll protect you<br />From the dark<br /><br />And you love him <br />And you try a little harder<br />And it feels good<br />And you don't give a damn<br /><br />(chorus)<br /><br />I got a job at the hotel<br />And my car runs good<br />And Billy's movin out<br />Got my place<br /><br />And I got me a plan<br />How to make a little money<br />And I'll take you along<br />If you'll just look at me<br /><br />(chorus)<br /><br /><br />SMILE<br /><a name="cutid2"></a>lyrics by James Marsters<br /><br />In we're falling in<br />I didn't want to<br />Not so fast boy<br /><br />Slow Don't want to hurt the girl<br />Give her a pretty box<br />You better fill it<br /><br />(chorus)<br />And I get blinded when she opens the door<br />It's like looking into the sun you know<br />And I'm just blinkin mumblin starin at my shoes<br />And she just looks at me and smiles<br /><br />Smiles<br /><br />Smiles<br />(end chorus)<br /><br />And oh there we go again<br />And it feels so good<br />We're falling up and down<br /><br />Down It's 2 am again<br />And she kisses me goodbye<br />For the 16th time<br /><br />And I'm driving home it's 5 am<br />And I look at the sun come up over the hills<br />Clouds are turnin pink and green<br /><br />And all I can see is her eyes<br /><br />Eyes<br /><br />Eyes<br /><br />(chorus) urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty:952 2005-04-15T00:28:11Z 2005-09-09T21:14:55Z KATIE<br /><a name="cutid1"></a>lyrics by James Marsters<br /><br />I'm through with pastry<br />No more sticky bun<br />Or cherry tart<br /><br />I want a good girl<br />One who rocks<br />But has a decent heart<br /><br />Now I've been waiting<br />And now I'm sick of that<br />I think I saw you<br /><br />Katie, come out and play<br />I got a present for you today<br />It's got your name on it<br />I hope I spelled it right<br /><br />Oh-oh-oh yeah<br />Oh-oh-oh yeah<br />Yeah, yeah, yeah<br /><br />She's got tattos<br />Runnin' down underneath her shirt<br />And she wears long sleeve<br />So you can't guess what's on her<br /><br />But the coolest one<br />She can't hide<br />Yeah, the coolest one<br />Says Dad<br /><br />Katie come out and play<br />I got a secret for you today<br />I think you're pretty<br />I wanted you to know<br /><br />Oh-oh-oh yeah<br />Oh-oh-oh yeah<br />Yeah, yeah, yeah<br /><br />This is pointless<br />Cause she's already got a guy<br />And I would never<br />Hit on her and make her life a lie<br /><br />But I don't care<br />I'll find another one<br />No I don't care<br /><br />(maybe she's got a best friend, man. I don't know)<br /><br />Katie, come out and play<br />I got a secret for you today<br />I think I love you<br />Though I don't know you well<br /><br />Oh-oh-oh yeah<br />Oh-oh-oh yeah<br />Yeah, yeah, yeah<br /><br />Oh-oh yeah<br />Yeah, yeah, yeah<br /><br />(I don't think that girl had a boyfriend at all)<br /><br /><br />BAD<br /><a name="cutid2"></a>lyrics by James Marsters<br /><br />We met. We smiled<br />I put my arm around you<br />The camera flashed and it was over<br /><br />My face was flushed<br />You turned and walked away<br />But in my pocket was your number<br /><br />I'm thinking who's that girl who smiles and hides at the same time<br />I really think she's got issues<br />The way she looks at me I can tell what her kiss brings<br />And if I taste her pain is that a crime<br /><br />That night we're upstairs in my room<br />I'm trying to ply you<br />with champagne and caviar<br /><br />But you just wrinkle up your face<br />Won't get off second base<br />I'm trippin on how strong you are<br /><br />Wow my toes start dancing when you kiss me<br />You pull me down and I like it<br />And my head explodes and I know something's hit me<br />You make me want to be bad<br /><br />I am a monkey behind glass<br />Turn on the lights have a laugh<br />Get up you filthy thing and dance<br /><br />And you would come across the sea<br />Give me kisses that would speak<br />Of your seven lonely oceans yeah<br /><br />Who are you to smile and hide at the same time<br />I really like your issues<br />The way you look at me I can tell what your kiss brings<br />You make me want to be bad urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty:568 2005-04-14T20:23:11Z 2005-04-15T02:49:43Z This was written in response to a challenge to write a 100 word drabble about Spike and a bloomin' onion.<br /><br /><br />SOME THINGS JUST TASTE BETTER<br />by anindoorkitty<br /><br /><br />"It's good, innit?"<br /><br />"Oh God, yes," Angel moaned. Energetic smacking sounds could be heard coming from his office. "You never said it could be this good."<br /><br />"Sure I did," said Spike incredulously, "plenty of times. You've just always convinced yourself you wouldn't like it. Besides," as Spike began to pout, "you've never wanted to try new things. Always so hung-up about givin' into your desires."<br /><br />As Spike watched intently, Angel slowly withdrew his finger from between his lips, savoring the pungent flavor.<br /><br />"See, I always knew you'd love it. Bloody brilliant, these bloomin' onions," declared Spike, licking his own fingers. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anindoorkitty:300 2005-04-14T20:12:19Z 2005-04-15T02:48:40Z This was written in response to a challenge to write a 100 word drabble about Spike and Buffy's first meeting after "Chosen"<br /><br /><br /><br />MOVIN 0N<br />by anindoorkitty<br /><br /><br />"Spike, are you here?"<br /><br />"Buffy, is that you?"<br /><br />She hears a sigh and soft rustling sounds. It's dark in his apartment.<br /><br />"What are you doing here?"<br /><br />A muffled snort comes from out of the darkness, quickly followed by a whispered shushing.<br /><br />"Spike, I came to tell you that I'm sorry. I love you and want to be with you forever."<br /><br />As Buffy finished speaking, she found the switch on the wall.<br /><br />"Oh my God. What do you think you're doing?" she yelled, as the light illuminated Spike and Angel spooned naked on the bed.<br /><br />"I'm movin' on luv. Movin' on."