When I was in my early twenties I had the pleasure of meeting this babe. It’s not as glamorous as it sounds, it’s actually quite embarrassing when I think of the ‘fanboy’ moment I had at Big Day Out in Auckland many years ago. After joining a queue that snaked it’s way through a mosh pit for The Vines, I had thirty seconds to declare my love to Peaches who was waiting patiently in the signing tent. She asked my name, signed my cigarette tin and said goodbye. Wonder if I can find the picture… oh shit, here it is. I look awful.
So when Peaches announced her concert date in London I was obviously excited to relive my past and snatch a ticket to her show at The Indigo theatre at The O2 as part of the Sundance Film Festival. This was the first time I saw her perform without a band and instead as a dj. It was bloody wicked, the bass was so heavy it rattled me bones and made my ears ring for many hours after. Due to the fact we were so eager, we managed to arrive extra early and secure a spot on the barrier and at one point I was even lucky enough to rub Peaches back (I’m sure she enjoyed it).
Although I got a little eye contact from the queen of lesbian metal I’m sure she don’t remember me. I mean I do look a lot different. Right?