My very own drag queen from planet 13 - Wednesday 13.

As I sit here eating a banana flavoured yoghurt, drinking hot chocolate and contemplating teaching myself to play the banjo, a sudden rush of excitement floods my veins...
The Wednesday 13 gig on March the 22nd!
Yes, Wednesday 13. Who's real name is Joseph Poole - a tiny, female-clothes-wearing, zombie loving, guitar playing sex God, who sings gothic rock music with many of his songs paying homage to classic horror movies such as 'The Last House On The Left'.
This will be the seventh time I have seen and heard him live and I can't hold back these crashing waves of excitement that surge through me at random times in the day.
Where should I start?
The Rescue Rooms at Nottingham Rock City of course! Wow. The tickets sold out like hot cakes and I know why. I went on my own, because of the fact the tickets had sold out before my friends got round to trying to order them!
The gig was for his biggest fans, evident because there was only about two hundred and seventy people there- at a push.
The atmosphere was so relaxed, there was no pushing around, no standing on eachother's toes, no short people shouting at tall people for being tall and blocking their view... it was calm...
This disappeared however, when the inexperienced and young support band 'Serpico' left the stage and Wednesday 13 appeared - there was then a sudden rush to the front... the crowd were going absolutely wild, the atmosphere electric.
I didn't care that I was friendless at the gig, I was happily ever cadaver as Mr 13 would say.
Like the five previous times I've seen Wednesday play, his song choices could not be questioned. The only disheartening element to the whole gig was the fact that due to a shoulder injury in a recent car accident, he wasn't rocking out on his electric guitar.
However - he did play a song on his acoustic guitar, from his now newly released album 'Skeletons' which made up for it!
Mr 13's use of props on stage never ceases to amaze me. As always he had the stage kitted out with ornamental zombie heads and toy machine guns with his famous 'R.A.M.B.O' lyrics carelessly painted all over in brilliant white paint. And of course umbrellas with capitalised swear words on them. Swearing within the metal/gothic rock genre is not uncommon and is most certainly not a sign of lack of intelligence - you could say it simply adds a lot of attitude and connotes both care free and angst ridden perspectives - fine by me!
Mr 13 is definitely one of the most energetic performers I've seen live, he is also very sexual with the way he delivers his songs - in the sense that he knows how to use what he has got to it's full potential in an extremely desirable and charismatic way.
I spent Halloween 2008 at the Astoria in London at a Wednesday 13 gig and although he's an American, the deliverance of his encore showed us British fans that he doesn't come to our country with his eyes and ears shut - he actually reads, watches and absorbs the news.
The reason I came to this conclusion is because he actually had the 'Satanic Sluts Extreme' doing a very explicit dance routine in the background of his final song...
For anyone who doesn't know who the Satanic sluts are, they are gothic, alternative models that have piercings, tattoos, really absurd fettishes and such. Well basically four of the 'Satanic Sluts' have branched out into their own group, 'Satanic Sluts Extreme' and do Burlesque routines with blood, gore, violence and sex intertwined.
Getting to the point, one of the four is actually Andrew Sach's grandaughter Georgina Baillie... and of course at around about this time, there was yet another moral panic centred around the BBC.
Genius move of Wednesday 13 to get in on the action without jumping on the bandwagon with everyone else.