A couple of weeks ago (or maybe a month, who knows), I was checking out the bands coming to The Rams Head Tavern (a local bar).
I’ve yet to go to a concert at the Ram’s Head because, generally, I don’t want to drop $40 on someone who I’m not a huge fan of. And a band that I really like has yet to come to Ram’s Head (except for Billy Idol, which I missed, which is unfortunate because I heard he put on a helluva show).
As I was perusing the list of upcoming artists, I saw that KT Tunstall was only 12 bucks. It seemed like a damn good price, but I had not heard anything by her at all.
I brought it up to my friend, Rosie, and she said that I would probably like her, considering some of the stuff that I’ve listened to.
So I picked up Tunstall’s CD, listened to it over a weekend, dug it a lot, went to get tickets the following Monday and, sure enough, they were sold out. Fuckity.
I checked Tunstall’s website to see if she was playing anywhere else in the area, but I was out of luck.
A couple of days later, I was checking out the upcoming events for Barnes & Noble and Borders to see if there were any authors I wanted to hear read. Well, low and behold, KT Tunstall was doing a signing at the Borders near me the same day she was going to appear at The Ram’s Head. I can dig that.
So I went up today and, in addition to the signing, she did a small acoustic set. It was only three songs, but it was much more than I anticipated.
She opened with “Miniature Disasters” (I think), then played “Other Side of the World” and finished with “Black Horse and the Cherry Tree.”
Yeah, that one of me and her pretty much sucks because the dude took the picture before I was ready. But I can pretty much live with it even though it looks like I’m a deer in damn headlights.
Oh, and a public plea: If you plan on going to a show where people are going to be standing close to you, for fuck’s sake, where some deodorant. Someone standing next to me obviously didn’t have good hygiene.