The other week I saw Saul Williams, and he was amazing - but it was made particularly great by the way it happened.
At about 8pm I happened to realise that, because Saul had a new album out, there was a very slim chance that he might be touring in the UK sometime soon. So I went to his myspace to check. I discover that he has a gig in London THAT NIGHT that is about to start in about an hour's time about an hour away from me. I ring up the place and they've obviously sold out. I think, fuck it, this is clearly fate: I'll get down there and buy from a tout for a ridiculous price.
So I get down there and there's no one selling any spares. So I'm pissed off and bitching to the bouncer, just having a cigarette, wasting time outside. Just then this girl comes out for a smoke. The bouncer tells me that she's the daughter of the promoter and that I should ask her if she'll get me in. She does. For free. I buy her a drink in return.
Once inside, I discover it's Saul doing just spoken word stuff - which I've never see him do before. Then I realise that I have some left-over MDMA in my pocket, which I obviously take. So there I am, high as a kite, thinking Saul Williams is the deepest man ever born, and he's amazing and profound, and innovative, and HILARIOUS. Then afterwards I get to meet the man and shake his hand (he gives me a slightly weird look 'cos I'm chewing like a bastard, mumbling about "fuckin' aweshome shiit", with my eyes almost entirely closed). Then I meet some cool guys in the club and go back to their flat to smoke and be introduced to various underground London hiphop artists, till about 6am. Best Tuesday ever.