All my mistakes have become masterpieces

Last night's concert was quite nice. Teitur was the opening act, and a replacement opening act, at that. I felt a little sad for him that only a tiny handful of the large audience knew who he was, but everyone seemed to enjoy it. It was vastly different from the show he headlined in March at a tiny LA club filled with Teitur fans.

Last night I couldn't necessarily sing along to his songs because it'd end up being a Teitur/Nanette duet in the quiet concert hall. So I just enjoyed his beautiful harmonies.
Brent and I stuck around to catch a few songs from the headliner, KT Tunstall. We only know a couple of her songs, and while we enjoyed what we saw and heard, we didn't feel compelled to stay for her entire performance. Our feet were hurting and it was getting hot inside the venue.
On our way out, I spotted Teitur! I stopped Brent and then asked Teitur for a picture. I mentioned that I was the one who had emailed him via MySpace and he seemed to remember me. He thanked me for coming out to the show. I was tempted to tell him that I sat in an hour of traffic to come see him, but I was already babbling as it was. I was also tempted to invite him to come live in our guest room and pay him for private concerts with scones and homemade jam, but the words just wouldn't come out.

I'm a happy little concert goer, if you hadn't already guessed.
Brent's finger was on the flash, but Teitur's music is mysterious and goes with the whole shadowy mystique.

"Who is to say who wins or who loses? I sing to myself at the end of the day when I know what the blues is. And all my mistakes have become masterpieces." - All my mistakes, Teitur