Roisin Murphy: How do I talk to you, angel?
My favorite artist in the whole wide world (WWW), Irish dance-pop goddess Róisín Murphy, played a five-song acoustic set last night at the after party for the fashion show of her longtime friend, designer Kai Kühne. The venue — the National Arts Club on Gramercy Park — was intimate, but crazy-packed and loud — many of the partygoers wouldn’t even shut up while she was singing! I wanted to murder them. But I didn’t!
After her set, Róisín kept drifting back and forth through the crowd, indulging obsessive fans whose audacity (obnoxiousness?) I very much envied. My partner-in-party-crashing Missy Schwartz kept nudging me towards her, aggressively whispering missives along the lines of “Seize the day!” and other sweet, sweet nothings. We didn’t have an interview set up, so I had no legit reason to bother Róisín. I was just there on last-minute notice as a super fan. The voices in my head began to argue. (Don’t bug her! She’s used to it. What are you even gonna say, fool? JUST SAY HI — you’ll never have another chance!) I imagined the thousands of ways I could mess this up. Maybe I’d whip out a color printout of my desktop background (Róisín’s Overpowered album cover silhouetted against the Candy Land game board) and say something terrible like “Check it out — YOU’RE ALWAYS ON MY COMPUTER.” Or I’d force her to inspect the back of my iPod, on which is engraved a quote from the Moloko (Róisín’s former band) song “Forever More” — feel it furious / the fire burns on. And she’d have to politely pretend to be able to read the tiny letters amidst my disgusting finger smudges, in a darkened, incredibly noisy room. I shuddered. Suddenly she was right there.
In the end, I awkwardly spit out around 18 variations of the general concept of “I love you/I’m obsessed with you” which was both A) a major understatement and B) possibly creepier than the hypothetically embarrassing scenarios mentioned above. But, of course, she was totally sweet about it. So that’s my story. I love/am obsessed with RóisínMurphy. For better or worse, now she knows.
Have you ever completely wigged out in the presence of a pop-culture obsession?