It was really lovely to see the Ferry show, and to finally meet Bryan, I must say. And I did get the kiss on the hand, which was very gentlemanly of him. I forgot to call him Commander, which I wanted to do exclusively for my own benefit.
I’m in Barcelona now, to interview Andre and commune with Dali and Gaudi.
My head’s still spinning a bit from last night- the concert was fantastic and BF was unspeakably sexy onstage (I love that dark blue suit) and we left Oxford in a bit of a whirlwind. Here are a few more photos… as you can see the weather has been beautiful (so much for the silly people who said not to travel to England in November) and the bliss has been blissful.
Above, Doriot peeking into Balliol College, where I was lurking.
Just another beautiful day in England.
Although I’d never been before, Oxford felt very familiar.
Admittedly I was excited to meet one of my first loves.
There was a nice little thing after the show, and the jazz cats sat in a little circle of chairs and played while people milled around, and Ferry took pictures with people, chatted, signed things. I was thrilled to meet Oliver Thompson, a favorite of mine since I first heard him play. He’s Ferry’s lead guitarist currently (and played on and toured with the Olympia record as well as the new one coming up) and is also starting his own project, Ollie Forrest.
Can’t wait to hear it.
Bryan was charming as could be, and I was happy to be so close to the stage, as I could really see the performances. It was great to see how much he was enjoying himself, in fact everyone was. The band was clean and tight and the theater and stage were gorgeous. The place probably looked much the same as it did in the early 70’s, when Roxy rocked it.
He was a great sport, and gathered me up in his arms for a kiss on the hand.
All in all, an amazing time. And a goodbye to England….
And a hello to Barcelona!
photo by Cambridge200