Gushing ahead.

So last night was Joanna Newsom and it felt reminiscent of Radiohead at The Greek Theatre in LA about 18 months ago. That was the night where we spotted the likes of Beck, Gwen Stefani and Gavin Rossdale, Marilyn Manson, Tobey Maguirre and Leonardo DiCaprio to name a few.

Right now in Sydney is bloody magic and it seems like every gig you go to, rock stars are around every corner. I bet they are loving it as much as we are. So yes, last night was the fabulous and gorgeous, Joanna Newsom live at the Opera House with the Sydney Symphony Orchestra. Her show was exquisite and touching, but I’m not going to give another music review. I’ll leave that to the experts.

I’m here to talk about how my art of almost meeting rockstars continues. So yes, there was a cavalcade of musicians to be spotted last night, not long after we lined up behind this man and one of these men, did we notice that the whole crew were there to check out Ms Newsom’s magical harp playing. I thought I had spotted Regine of the Arcade Fire and I was right, there she was sitting with her hubby 2 rows in front of us.

We had seating “issues” so were unfortunately moved around a fair bit and ended up sitting in the block of seats that were obviously left spare for VIPs. Yes, I may have cursed certain members of The National when they were sitting in seats and we had paid for some but didn’t actually have any. However, as each song finished, more late comers were let in and there was again the possibility than the Canadian and I would be moved. I jokingly quipped to Sean, “We are probably sitting in Bjork and Andrew Bird’s seats.” Who enters immediately? Andrew Bird takes his place 2 rows in front, much to our hilarity.

So of course, I did not think for a minute that Her Royal Bjorkness would actually be in the building until we heard rumours that she had been seen. “Naah, she’s at her hotel resting those vocal chords, like the doctor said”.

The show continues beautifully, although I am once again without Sprout and the Bean (c’mon Joanna!) and finishes in the same fashion. I await at the door of the lobby for Sean to come, to be entranced by the very tall, very manly and very rockstar Win Butler walking right by me with his wife at his side. There they all are, Arcade Fires everywhere you look, brothers from The National meandering through the crowd.

Instantly, to my left I hear hushed cries of “Oh my God” and people pointing towards the door I was mere centimetres from. They point out the door, the door I am practically standing in, so my eyes follow and cannot see anything or anyone in the dark. “Hmm.. could that have been? Nah. She’s home in bed.”

Sean returns and we go home.

So today I find out that Bjork had in fact been at the show and was actually conversing with members of the public in the lobby during the interval.

She walked right by me, dammit!!! I was too busy looking at Arcade Fire band members who were metres away when my favourite solo artist of all time was brushing past my nose!!! Why, oh why does this happen to me?

It’s not as though I would have said anything to her, I mean, she’s Bjork, she may have very well jumped me and torn my clothes. Oh who the hell cares, it would have been worth it!

and now because she has left the planet and because I am on a major Bjork kick, watch this from god knows when with PJ Harvey..it kicks arse!