Last night I saw HIM in concert at The Fillmore. I had never seen them before, and to say I didn’t have a certain level of expectations would be untrue. When I started listening to HIM, I was 16 years old, very angsty and totally infatuated with pretty boys. Ville Valo was of course no exception. That being said, I went to this show with the hopes of seeing a bare-chested, hip-gyrating Finnish swooner. You know, something like this:
That was not the case. Granted, it has been over 15 years since that photo was taken, so realistically I shouldn’t have held my breath. Despite Ville wearing a cardigan, a scarf, a hat that may have been borrowed by a Newsie, a Beastmilk tee and very tight skinny jeans (that he looked amazing in, I’d like to say), he did not disappoint. His vocals live are just as smooth as they are on his records. The band was flawless. The crowd was pretty mellow. All in all, a great show. I just need to remember that bands I listened to in high school are, like me, much older now.
But let’s be real, Ville Valo is still a very attractive man.
When I was a young girl, my father told me stories of how every Halloween, a magical event would happen. People would gather from all over southern California, some from across the country!, just to witness the most wonderful of happenings. Oingo Boingo’s Halloween show. By the time I was old enough to attend, they had stopped. No prayers to the Great Pumpkin seemed to work, until now. And granted it wasn’t exactly what I prayed for, it’s more like when you tell your parents you want the Buster Bunny plush doll that is clearly BLUE, but they get you Babs because she’s pink and has bows in her ears, which are pretty pointless when you think about it. And also, I’m pretty sure I never got a Babs! I think my dad just says that to make himself feel better, because I only remember the Plucky he bought his girlfriend at the time and I obviously remember A LOT. DAD. Ahem, anyway…
I digress. The monumental occasion that is coming to Los Angeles this Halloween is that Danny Elfman will be singing, live, on a stage, for a concert. For reals! I’m not even joking! Unless that link is joking. Is it joking?! Okay, so the bummer is that it’s Tim Burton soundtracks, which is kinda actually cool if you’ve ever wanted to hear Jack Skelington in concert (I have! and thanks dad, for the Jack stuff you get me for Christmas every year). So, still no Oingo Boingo, but maybe this will lead to that! I’m so tempted to sell all my stuff and buy tickets for this, but I fear tickets might be impossible to get at this point. Fingers crossed and more prayers to the Pumpkin that I can go and report back!