Patrick Wolf encouraged everyone in the audience to release fluids with someone. He said this during his intro to "The Magic Position." Maybe it was his advice that inspired me. Maybe I don't really need that much prodding though, if I were to be totally honest. And so leaving that club, riding the train home, I said hi to a homo and got him to sit with me, got him to get off at my subway stop, and got him to follow Patrick's advice. He is really cute and has this boyish smile and he would probably have been an excellent person to sleep next to me, but I basically kicked him out afterwards, telling him I wanted to write because I did and because I want to wake up early and do things and not have a boy, nice as he is, in my bed preventing me from doing those things.

About that Patrick Wolf show at the Misshapes party at Don Hill's though: Holy fucking shit! I am sure you can probably read about in numerous music blogs soon and will probably see video footage of the thing soon also, probably in the news section of Pitchfork on Monday. During "Bloodbeat," he hopped down into the audience where Ben, Bri, and I were and sang and I was in close proximity to this man I have a gigantic crush on and Ben was holding him up for a bit since he was falling over, and then Patrick presumably heard the absence of a drumbeat to this song and turned back to the stage to see his drummer passed out. He hopped back on stage, slapped his drummer and yelled at him to drum. Even after being slapped a couple times, the drummer, obviously wasted, barely responded and still wasn't drumming. Patrick threw a cymbal stand at the drummer's head, and at that point I realized that what I thought was just an act was actually a band blowing up onstage during the middle of a packed performance. Patrick continued to yell at the drummer and told him he was fired (can you say drama?) and had security escort the drummer off the stage.

Somehow the set continued though everyone was made a bit nervous by this incident. Patrick joked about how you shouldn't sleep with your bandmates, obviously implying that the drummer was only hired for being someone that Patrick had slept with. At the end of this song, Patrick started to drum while he was singing, obviously trying to show how easy it is, still pissed as hell, and understandably so, that his drummer was asleep during a big show on their international tour. The drummer tried to come back onstage and Patrick again berated him, telling him that he was fired, that he was paid to drum, and that he couldn't drum and so was fired. Security again had to escort the drummer off the stage. It was so intense and insane that this was all happening. It was too bad because it definitely took the energy level of the audience down a couple of notches, everyone a bit shellshocked about what happened and about how the show was continuing somehow. I am conflicted about whether Patrick was an asshole or totally justified. I think he was defintiely justifed to be mad as hell that his drummer couldn't stay awake for his show, but also a bit outrageous to throw a cymbal stand at the drummer. But the show was really great and would have been memorable even without all the drama. He played a Cher cover and then transitioned from that into the song I had been hoping he would play so bad, "Bluebells."

The stuff Patrick was saying about the magic position and about magic sounded so beautiful to me during those moments, about making the unreal real, but his comments would probably look stupid transcribed, would lose their magic. He put a spell on me and it still isn't broken, thankfully. His talk about sex was really lovely and probably why I had it tonight, probably why I met an attractive man on the subway and let him fuck me and probably why fluids were released. It was all per Patrick's advice. And this boy, Ryan, had such a nice smile. I love a mouth that is so cute that you just want to stare at it but can only do that for so long because it is so nice looking that you want to kiss it, to put your mouth to the thing, and feel it in the way that your eyes only wish they were capable of.