But if she thought she was going to unsettle me she had another thing coming. She didn't count on the famed Wyeth resilience. This blood of mine has been filtered through many a tough time. I can't be easily distressed. Did she not know this from our time spent together? Did she expect me to just sit at home and feel sorry for myself? Hell no! I was going to go out and have a great time! Show her that she can't play fast and loose with my heart. If she wants to destroy what we had then I was not going to sit idly by and let it bring me down. I was going to get on with my life. Show her that I'm a man whose existence demands respect. So I shaved against the grain, put on one of my new pairs of underwear and my best fitting t-shirt and went to see contemporary Swedish songsmith Jens Lekman perform at The Toff.
My 36 year-old lover has kept me on a pretty tight leash these last few months and it has been difficult to spend much time with other people. So the show was a good opportunity to catch up with my friends from the Melbourne indie music scene. Geoff from The Crayon Fields was there, as was Kellie from Architecture In Helsinki. And it's always a pleasure to see the scene's most distinguished wordmonger, Anthony Carew. He was looking fantastic with his navy blue tank-top, denim shorts and work boots. He gave the impression he'd just stepped off stage from the musical Stomp. And I tell you what, I wouldn't put it past him. He's such a talented guy!
This was the first performance Jens has given since he made Melbourne his home and it was obvious he was eager to impress his fellow Melburians. His witty between-song banter and encouragement of audience participation seemed specifically designed to form a bond between himself and the people who he may be bumping into in art galleries and shopping malls in coming weeks.
Jens treated us to a setlist of his best and most beloved songs, from the upbeat Sweet Summer's Night On Hammer Hill which had everyone bopping along in their seats, to an utterly charming version of Postcard To Nina, with extended spoken word expansion of the story. He encouraged the crowd to whistle along with him during Friday Night At The Drive In Bingo and enticed whoops of delight when he queued the intro to Maple Leaves. It was just the most wonderful performance of elegant and amiable indie-pop and thoroughly worth the $35 (plus booking fee) I paid for the privilege. I look forward to further and more frequent performances throughout his time spent in Melbourne.
Whilst the evening was grand, it was difficult to return to an empty bed. Thoughts returned to my 36 year-old Singapore Airlines hostess and the damage she has done to our relationship. It would have been extremely easy for me to engage in a round hot revenge sex with some young indie starlet from the crowd at the show, but I'm a classier act than that. I will bide my time and wait for her return. She will have a lot of explaining to do and needs to provide me with some seriously good reasons why I should forgive her, trust her again and attempt to resurrect the love that we once shared.
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