[Yes, I've finally got around to compressing the videos. No, I haven't screencapped them yet, but I will tomorrow. Yes, I'm going to make you read / scroll down to the bottom of the post to get at them because I'm evil like that.
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Okay, so I'm taking another call on Don 2. Don't look at me like that. I can't help it.
Cain's evening (...night...), and therefore this post, can pretty much be summed up in two words: Hot. Damn.
One: this man is made for English. It is crazy. I have an English language fetish to end all others and have therefore died multiple deaths this evening. For the love of sanity, the man's voice. *fans self*
Two: his choice of songs is in equal parts adorable and freaking awesome.
Three: I died during Just Take My Heart. I don't even know. Nothing Else Matters was gorgeous too - they were all gorgeous - but hearing him whisper I can't imagine living my life after you're gone... I don't know. I just don't know. I'm a total sap.
Four: the hard-rock version of Pal was headbangingly fantastic.
Five: he's a charmer. [Edit: and have I mentioned that it is ridiculously hot when he drops his g's? "Is this love, or am I dreamin'?" Also "how can I tell you, baby, my back's against the wall" holy freaking hotness I don't even know what punctuation to use here.]
Six: the trouble with a DSLR is that it will be moody and go and behave like it's your one true steed and how dare you give it to anyone else and therefore refuse to photograph you with KK. The upshot of which was that he grinned at me and promised 'next time' in an extremely adorable manner. Also he put his arm around me at least four times, which was...kinda nice. [Edit: I no longer regret driving myself nuts teaching Mom how to use her phone camera with a reasonable degree of steadiness of hand. See extremely tiny attachment. XD] [Further edit: I'm still takin' him up on 'next time'.
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Seven: I hugged him. He was a little taken aback because he thought we were posing for a photo, but...yeah. XD
Eight: Crazy. mop. of auburn-tinged. hair. Adorable as all hell and sexy as all hell and how does he manage both at the same time?
Nine: He's tiny and cute. (But then I was wearing heels.) I think the only reason I managed not to pat him on the head was that he's also tiny and hot. XD
Ten: I gave him a (tiny) card. He is apparently one of the few people in the world who can read my writing. XD
Eleven: I was apparently looking 'lovely'. (Did I not tell you he was a charmer?)
Twelve: I reached appallingly early...and thanks to a) Saurabh's exploring and being awesome and b) KK's apparently not being summoned until a quarter past eleven, I was able to sneak off to Modelart and get myself four Lambs. Of which I almost gave KK one, but he'd probably have thought I'd finally lost it. XD (And my parents definitely would have.)
Thirteen: He was bouncing around the stage and talking about one of the Parikrama guys
(oh hey! I remember them! They existed too!) whose house had a gigantic cactus in front of it. How a cactus was relevant to anything that was going on nobody knows, but KK talking about cacti is kind of hilarious. It is also something one does not realize how much one needed until one has it. "And there was a gigantic cactus in front of his house." *bounce* "Of course, one had to take care not to get pricked, so..." *bounce* "...yeah." XD
Fourteen: I've just realized he spoke pretty much in English the entire evening. I did not miss the Hindi dialogue. I never do miss Hindi dialogue, actually - I'd be perfectly happy if he sang in either language and spoke only in English. This is probably a weird feeling.
Fifteen: I kinda like his nose. Don't even ask me why, I have no idea. I just like it, okay? XD
Sixteen: It is only fair that I post a picture of the Lambs he inadvertently helped me obtain. Please, please help me decide on the gender of the Aventador; I have never been so conflicted about the gender of a Lamborghini in my life. (Whatever gender it is, it's getting along phenomenally well with my red Murciélago of equal scale.) [Edit: she's a girl and her name's Diamanté. Also, the little black Gallardo and her little yellow twin? Ishaara and Cineraria, because I'm a sentimental fool.]
Seventeen: Do you really think he'd think I'd lost it if I randomly gave him a scale model?
Eighteen: I have a ginormous video of Don't Stand So Close To Me and maybe the first minute or so of Can't Fight This Feeling. The damn thing ate my memory card, but the quality is phenomenal so I don't grudge it a thing. Screenshots and maybe the (severely compressed, naturally) video itself after the semester exams. Ohmygosh, screenshots. *dies of the anticipated awesomeness of the screenshots* [Edit: re Don't Stand So Close To Me? Who the hell else could have the audacity to start the evening with a song saturated with sexual tension - and then proceed to steam things up even more the rest of the night? This man is glorious and I love him so much. X)]
Nineteen: The man's a cat. [Edit: And I know I never fail to take every possible opportunity to rave about how gorgeous he is, but that night? So breathtakingly gorgeous, you have no idea. He might, like me, be one of those people who seem to get a little more attractive during the onset of winter (though I can't say I've noticed that about him before...) but basically I think it was because he was happy. He was so goddamn radiant it was exhilarating and almost heartbreaking, and I should've hugged him longer than I did.]
Twenty: Even more than I did before...I want to write lyrics for him.
Twenty-one: Power. Incarnate.
Twenty-two: There is fog everywhere right now, but I'm thinking of him...and I'm warm.
Twenty-three: "Trust I seek...and I find in you."
First he made me squeal. Then he turned me on. Then it just got so beautiful it broke my heart.
And we held hands, sort of, before parting. It was...well, it was friendship. Love and friendship.
And this night ain't over, baby.
Not now.
Not ever.
[edit: VIDEOS, PEOPLE]
Second stanza of Don't Stand So Close To Me:
Cain's thoughts on going to check the lyrics on the twenty-third, reaffirmed by watching this video through:
1. I totally get why Mom was teasing me about this. Respect, Mom. XD
2. Wow, so hearing the word 'Nabokov' wasn't just me being insane? Style. XD (I've never read Nabokov or really wanted to, but now...I kinda might. Might, mind.)
3. Go ahead, baby, steeeam it up. *drawl*
4. I am never going to think of the word 'accusations' the same way again. XD
5. WHY did I not start recording at once? Okay, the stills are awesome, but that means I missed recording the sultry whisper of schoolgirl fantasy - which was not only sultry, but also extremely appropriate, because guess whose schoolgirl fantasies he was always a part of. It pretty much froze me with glee and I did not intend to say this to you guys, what am I doing.Is This Love and Can't Fight This Feeling (the latter of which cuts off abruptly due to my memory card running out. And it actually counted down to it, can you beat that?
3. 2. 1. Card full.):
"It started out as friendship *happens to squint into camera*" XD
Also at around 1:03, the way he just sort of decisively sweeps the microphone off its stand...*delicious shiver*
Also, "We're old guys, yaar." Shut up, no you're not. Fifty-six glorious seconds of Just Take My Heart:
You cannot imagine how gleeful this fifty-six-second thing makes me.
(Eh, fifty-seven. The 'Tube apparently adds a second to make the fade at the end look okay. Which is fiiiine.)
(this much space was yielded by deleting the few random old BMW pictures there were on le camera)
("I can't imagine livin' my - life - after you're gone")
i wish i could attend one of his concert !!!