Imogen Heap.

A graphic depiction of 05.02.11...

Apple thieves waiting to be crushed by a plutocrat in a Hummer and then watch IMOGEN HEAP!

Paul Cluver Amphitheater. What a set.

Look who we spotted in the crowd...!

...and look who we spotted on stage...!?

Arb Single Guy

Finally, we're introduced to Imogen fucking Heap. Wow.

And then something not-so-wow.

And then a suspenseful wait before Heap's set starts, for real, sans Emma.

She comes on stage and explains which buttons mean what,
and which instruments were given to her by 'mum'.

She plays and she plays and she plays and we just watch. And watch. And watch.

"WE LOVE IMOGEN" - our sign (thanks, Catherine!) goes up on the branch of donations.

The mission for the front seats was so worth it.

Someone's boyfriend really wanted some sex.

And then Imogen dared us to sing her song.

More music. More awe.

"If I could do this part every morning, my life would be pretty sweet. Well, actually it's already pretty sweet,
but it would be even more amazing if I could do this every morning."

Curtain call with the awesome drummer and cellist couple.

And, last but not least, Hide and Seek.

What an evening...