All photos contained in this post by Adrienne, except where noted.
Note: A companion post to this one is also being featured on The Clash Blog, which is being posted in several parts, and includes more photos from the Letterman appearance that are not shown here and are worth checking out. Part one is up now and posted here. While there, please check out the rest of the site, it’s a wonderful meeting place for Clash fans all over the world, with your Clash Blogger, Tim, at the helm. Tim’s writing is always intelligent, passionate and from the heart and his site is loaded with history and current events relating to the only band that matters, including an account of his own recent meeting with Mick Jones and Paul Simonon in a seven part article when Gorillaz landed in his hometown recently. It’s a wonderful read and I suggest starting from the beginning with Part One.
Gorillaz Live On Letterman
It’s been almost exactly a month since my sister Adrienne and I were, as I like to say, raked across the cheese grater of fun during our four day, three-performance Gorillaz Odyssey in early October. I have been wanting to write about this since it happened, but it was such a tornado of excitement that the only things that were coming out were sighs, drawn out expletives (used as positive adjectives) and some gibberishy run on sentences. Since then I’ve watched merrily (ok, longingly) as Gorillaz plowed through the United States and Canada, listening to the tales of friends who caught the caravan as it headed out on the rest of the tour, and it seems as though we all suffered some sort of affliction or withdrawal after it was over. Yes, it was that good. Bear with me as I try to recount the euphoria, and the silly-string of good luck that ultimately placed Adrienne and I front and center at the Live On Letterman taping that pushed the weekend experience completely over the top, as well as some of the events before and after.
I will warn you there will be lots of gushing. And this is long, you may need snacks and drinks, so get those ready. I tried to resist, but finally the fan in me has come out full force and it’s time to get it off my chest and into words for posterity. I still wonder how I escaped being committed after the weekend was all over. Continue reading