So, I went to see Kids in the Hall again--this time in Cleveland--and somehow by the grace of Whomever, I got a 2nd row seat, without even trying. It was so wonderful to watch the show so close I could practically count the leg hairs underneath the boys' pantyhose.
And I got to meet Bruce again--and most of the other members this time. Bruce remembered me, told me they didn't often have "pretty goth girls following their tour," to which I laughed and said, "I'm a goth girl?" He replied, "Well, maybe just a little," with a smile. We then posed for this photo, where I proceeded to grin the grin of a dorkily excited, googily 14-year-old girl. It was marvelous.
Pics with Kevin and Dave to come soon. But this one had to have its own entry.
I've been an avid fan of Kids in the Hall since 1992, after their show began airing on Comedy Central (I never had the dough to subscribe to HBO). Their eclectic, off-beat, intelligent humor has influenced me greatly over the years (in all facets of my life, but especially in my acting, writing and directing) and after the first time I saw them, I knew they were plugged into the screwy way I saw things. It was such a pleasure when I got to see them live in Los Angeles, back in 2000. So, when I heard they were touring again, I happily plunked down my $50 and drove to Nashville to see them, last night. Despite the shitty sound system of the venue, the show didn't disappoint, and the energy of all the guys together is nothing short of phenomenal. They are truly a force of nature.
Now, I love all those boys--they're all crazy talented--and probably have had a crush on each of them at one time or another, but Bruce McCulloch has always been my favorite. Out of all the Kids, I have found his work to be the most risky, unusual and off-center. That resonates with me--as mentioned, his work has provided a rubric for much of my own performance and writing. In short, Bruce fucking rocks. When I heard the crowd chatter that the Kids were going to do a brief meet-and-greet before hopping on their bus, I decided I'd hang out, just to see if I could get a quick close-up glimpse or maybe a hand-squeeze from the object of my adoration/affection. Wow, did I get one better! Not only did I get to meet Bruce, fawn all over him, tell him how I had ripped him off in my own work (to which he replied "Please! Rip me off!" with a laugh), but he placed a 100% unsolicited kiss on my cheek when giving me the hug I did ask for. *sigh* I think I floated out of the building.
Meeting famous folks you dig is admittedly, always a little exciting, but when you meet an idol--especially one who's so open, gracious and charming--well, it just makes for one awesome, awesome evening. See you in Cleveland, boys!
