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From Start to Finish

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From start to finish it was an all Good Night. Good food. Good company. Good music. Good drinks. Good plans. Good night. Where should I start? Kisa and I arrived at the factory not knowing what to expect. How do I explain this? I was more than excited to hear my favorite heartbeat, see my favorite couple, have a night out with my one and only favorite man. We interrupted sound check inadvertently. We had time to sit for dinner. The first thing I spotted when we were seated was a giant SpeakEasyExtravaganza poster. Huge. I entertained thoughts of stealing it. Fantasized about where it would go on my wall. I would have sacrificed Natalie for Soul Session for sure.
The music. Where do I even start about the music? Sean Rowe is amazing. I absolutely adore his voice. I was mesmerized by how much sound he and his guitar could put out. They were locked in harmony. I wanted him to sing all night long…well, if Greg could join him! My only disappointment? Wondering if I missed ‘Snake in the Grass’. All night I thought about it. (We came up late.) We ended up buying a cd so I would eventually hear my favorite SR song…twice. I didn’t know I would enjoy Sean as much as I did (even though Brian said I would)…so now I’m going to watch Sean’s tour schedule to try to see him more often. At least more often than once. I wonder if he’ll ever get out my way?

Then came Soul Session. It was a SS I have never seen or heard before. Back up singers…two keyboards…sax and flute…all new faces. All new sound. I didn’t hear my favorite cover, ‘Is You Is’ and I missed Greg’s first mini solo, but I had a great time just the same. It was a real party atmosphere (“bringing classy back”) – people dressed up, food, fancy drinks, candy, free stuff (kisa and I both got shirts and shot glasses) glitter dance floor, strobe lights and not a place to sit – every table packed. I decided my favorite moments were 1) not one but three men banging drums with Sean singing, 2) Night and Day (done right) and 3) being with the coolest people ever. I wish I had a setlist. I had moments during every song that sparked me one way or another. From pants-splitting special guests to Sade there was something to remember. I could have stayed all night.

Even better? Talking about filming. Drum beats. Foot prints. Cymbal smashing. I want it all. It was a good night. From start to finish.

Believe in Bootlegs

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I’ve never been one to get  too involved with the great bootleg debate. Either you believe in taping or you don’t. Either you see it as a way to share live music or you see it as a way to steal from said artist. Whatever. I know where I stand. My first introduction to boots was my husband. I had just seen Natalie Merchant for the very first time (Le Spectrum, Montreal October 1999). Kisa found “the show” for me and finagled a trade. I had no clue what that meant and was in awe of the idea that everything Natalie said would be mine for keeps in the form of a cd I could listen to over and over again. Her reading of Freddie the Fish in French, her Happy Birthday to Me inebriation, Hey Jack (twice), the swearing – yes, Natalie swears. It was like I was back in Montreal, speaking bad French and sipping amazing coffee. When the cds arrived I could barely believe I could relive one of the best moments of my concert-going life. I was hooked. In my mind, because I was at this show I have a souvenir, a keepsake of a good time. Later I found a show I took my mother to. We had one of the best mother-daughter times I could ever ask for. On the recording I can hear kisa and mom helping me scream for a request… and at the end of the show when Natalie breathes “good night Portland” I know she is leaning down to smile at us.
Fast forward to last night. Kisa found a “secret” show that BubbleGum put on before the release of Continuum. An intimate show billed under a fake name. BG is like Natalie in that he likes to showcase his new songs to an unsuspecting audience, just to test them out. Just show up somewhere and play it out, play it for them. See how it all turns out. I am grateful for the recording. I am so busy the chances of “discovering” a secret show are next to nil. And the chances of BG or Natalie choosing my little town to drop in on is even less. So, having a boot of something I missed out on is awesome.
Here’s how I look at the great debate. If the artist supports taping it’s not stealing. The other angle is this – when I went to see BG I paid $4o (bt) for the ticket. I bought two shirts to the tune of $60 and you can bet I’ll buy every album he puts out from now on. How did this all start? I heard a bootleg of a Jimi Hendrix cover and was impressed. If I hadn’t heard the boot I wouldn’t have given BG a second look. I wouldn’t have spent $100+ in a single night. He gained a fan because he allowed someone to share. With me. 

So, I see bootlegs as a way to capture a I-Was-There moment. I see bootlegs as a way to alleviate that I-Missed-Out feeling. Finally, I see bootlegs as a way to get to know an artist I never would have taken a chance on otherwise. One final word – share the music. If it’s not yours don’t sell it.

Standing at a Distance

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There is something about seeing someone on TV. There is something about that distance that dumbs them down, makes them less human. Untouchable. Unreal.
I think I was feeling that way about John Mayer. BubbleGum. KISA gives me presents in the form of tivo’ed programming. They have allowed me to Gum out again and again. He’ll patiently roll his eyes and gently say, “oh. him again. okay.” *sigh*
But, last night was in person. We had great seats and a cooperative crowd. My husband would not agree, but I enjoyed everyone sitting down. I’m short. I hate having to peer around heads and in between shoulders. Constantly shifting to catch glimpses. It makes for a long night.
If I had known my camera was allowed I would have snapped away…Next time. If there is one.
+ SET LIST

Vultures ( I called this as the opening song)
Good Love is On the Way (“Good love!” “Good love!”)
No Such Thing
I Don’t Trust Myself (With Loving You) BG sometimes introduces this song as “a song about being a bastard” but this time he said he was a “crazy lover.” Whatever.
I Don’t Need No Doctor (a John Scofield tune, introduced because the band is “bored.”)
Bigger Than My Body
The Heart of Life (“it’s all good”)
Belief
Waiting on the World to Change
Why Georgia
I’m Gonna Find Another You

— encore —
Wait Until Tomorrow (He fooled us with a little intro to another Jimi song. This was just as good, if not better.)
Your Body is a Wonderland (this is better live than it could ever be on the radio. Unfortunately, this was the song I had stuck in my head when I woke up.)
Gravity (I called this one, too).

My favorite parts? BubbleGumGuy being funny guy. The drums. Saying JJ’s name like it was something perverted (but, catching him smoke was even better). The drums. Taking the pop out of Heart of Life. The drums. Funky dance moves. KISA giving in to my teenage whims…. I got TWO shirts! 😉 …and did I mention the drums?

Against the Grain

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Pink Floyd ExperienceIn the spirit of that  day I bought my husband a ticket to see The Pink Floyd Experience. On the surface this looked like a bad gift of torture for my KISA. He hates cover bands and that’s exactly what PFE is. Obviously. Well, not so obvious. In college I was treated to a Pink Floyd “Light Show”. We sat slumped in a darkened auditorium, heads tilted back, watching the ceiling for strobe lights and laser beams in purple and green. They played the real deal – the entire Dark Side album. I had a stiff neck for days afterwards and walked around with my head tilted to one side as if I suffered from being constantly curious or confused. Those of us who stayed for the entire show (those who didn’t mutter, “this sucks” as they made for the nearest exit), all had the crooked look.
But, I digress. This Pink Floyd Experience was certainly an experience. Three rows back from the stage and dead center. I couldn’t have picked a better seat for myself. Right smack in front of the drummer. After the first deafening song (In the Flesh) KISA leaned over and stated matter-of-factly, “well, they don’t suck.” I have to tell you – that’s always good to hear in reference to a gift given.

As KISA & I furtively traded candies back and forth (one piece per song), the rest of the show was a mix of surprises. Starting with staring at the band members. All but one were old enough to be original members of Floyd. Water’s “character” looked like a metal rocker complete with long black hair, tight black pants and muscle tee. He kept pointing at things, showing off massive guns. I wanted to ask him which way to the gym just to see him flex.  Several other members of the band looked like they belonged with the Dead. Again, we’re talking orginal line-up. The only guy who didn’t look like he stepped out of the late 60’s/early 70’s was the sax/cowbell dude. He had a metrosexual haircut and a pretty boy face. During his solos beams of light haloed his entire body, giving rock god status to an otherwise unassuming, slight figure. His coolest part was later when, umbrella in hand, he donned a suit of light bulbs ala The Delicate Sound of Thunder. So cool. In addition, we were treated to an amazing display of vocal range from Mr. Metal (my head still hurts from that), amazing bass solos, and there was even a flying pig.

The Setlist (thanks, Roadie Dude!):
1 –

  • (Tigers Intro)
  • In the Flesh
  • Happiest Days of Our Lives
  • Another Brick (pt 2)
  • Shine On You Crazy Diamond #1-5 (one of my faves)
  • Young Lust
  • Sorrow (intro)/Have a Cigar/Sorrow (outtro)
  • Sheep (I could have sworn they were going to bring out the pig at this point)
  • One of These Days (video of military leaders, marching armies and war freaked me out)

2-

  • Astronomy Domine
  • Breathe/On the Run/Time/Breathe Reprise
  • Great Gig in the Sky/Money (very green song)
  • Us & Them/Any Color You Like
  • Brain Damage/Eclipse

Encore

  • Hey You
  • Comfortably Numb
  • Run Like Hell

Manchester Manic

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We went to Manchester last night. Dinner ran late because of a dining dilemma. Fridays sorted it out and one of the best meals in ages was had. It’s nice not to be so manic about showing up on time to a show. Get there when we get there is cool by me. The music is getting better and better all the time, though. Drums are getting fuller and heavier. Guitar solos are becoming more complicated and achingly beautiful. Each song is developing more and more personality and deeper depth. To elaborate further would imply criticism of an earlier effort so I’ll leave it at that. My review of the heart. I said evolution and I meant it. I have decided I want to start a new Delicious trend involving the filler in the near end chorus.
The music is what gets me. Still. Always has, always will. I make no excuses for the love of the sound. I’ll continue to invite people to shows. I’ll still be disappointed when they don’t show. I’ll still buy every shirt and testify that thongs are all that. I’ll go the distance despite the fall from grace. I’ll admit, it’s terrible to be trapped under the weight of insecurity, or worse, isolation. Gone are the days of These Are Days. I convinced KISA to stay until the very end despite a headache and a long drive home. Still,  I take the blame for him not hearing his favorite song. There is nothing I can do about it. It was my request. I’m at the end of my mania. There are no new listeners to reel in; no new three-day weekend roadtrips to take. I’m at a dead end and to some it looks like indifference.  Life moves in mysterious ways. Priorities of promotion have appeased me. The choices we make aren’t necessarily the easier ways out. But. I’m still trying.

I want to thank B with all my heart. With the warm hug and beautiful smile I feel as if you were there just for me. One birthday drink and you were gone. Too soon, my friend. So, thanks for making me feel so special and I’ll see you in Danbury!

Drumazing II

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I found another drum beat I want to run to. Carlos Santana. Supernatural. Track Eight, especially. Migra is the best. Love It. We were driving to work. The sun was in my eyes so I had them closed. There, the in the self-induced dark I was introduced to something new to run to. I could feel exactly how it would work. The beat was exactly to my best tempo. I was running in my mind. I wish I had a way to extract Billy Johnson, Carter Beauford, Horatio Hernandez, Rodney Holmes, Greg Bissonette and Jimmy Keegan (and everyone on percussion) from the horns, vocals and other whatnots that only clog the mesmerizing sound.

JJJIn something unrelated to Santana but along the lines of drums, BubbleGum graced us with an almost 10 minute YouTube performance of ‘Gravity’ (from the tour that started last week in Florida). I know there are artists out there who hold onto their sound and won’t share it for the world and they have their reasons, but I admire the chance takers. It’s as if BG is saying, “sorry you couldn’t make it to the show, but here’s a little something…”, and it’s not a short tease of the song – it’s the whole d*mned thing. But, but, but what got me was J.J.J. on drums, hiding out in the back. I could care less about the sqealing guitar solo (you go, boy), J3 had it going on. He doesn’t sit in his seat and primly mark the beat. He flails around as if his life depends on it, smoking all the while. It cracks me up. So, check out the BubbleGum site. Wait for JM to do his grand finale guitar solo, take a moment to appreciate the talent, then look for J3 in the back. Drums. Gets me everytime. Seriously.

Christmas Isn’t Over

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RebeccaPreface: Last night I got a chance to give my friend her Christmas gift. A mandolin ornament for her tree…for next year. She was so gracious she said, “I’ll hang it up in my room now, because it’s perfect.” She always knows the right things to say to make me feel welcome. Welcome.
The gift she gave to me was her voice. Live for almost an hour and a recording for all eternity. I treasure both.

Live
I didn’t get a chance to write down the setlist. Even though I was careful to carry my Keys, Cellphone & Wallet (thank you very much), I forgot the pen and paper. No napkins to note on either. So, from memory:

  • Miss You
  • Rain
  • Better Day
  • Gin (dedicated to the Spencer clan)
  • You’re on Your Way Down
  • Wishing Well
  • Home (Cowboy Christmas)
  • For the Taking
  • Heaven Sent

I think that’s everything. I know that I didn’t put any of this in the right order – except Heaven Sent. It’s the only song Rebecca plays on mandolin. she was without her keyboard so no Uninvited Guest (I told her I’m ready to hear it), and no Breathe.
Kyle Spark played with her and I have to say this again, I love, love, love that bass! It’s a great addition to already amazing songs. And. And. And, when Kyle sings with Rebecca…magic. My favorite “duo” song is For the Taking. They just sound awesome together.
Even though the show was short I’m glad Rebecca & Kyle made the effort to come into town. I could listen to them sing for hours. Special thanks to A, S, & J for coming to the show (especially J after only getting four hours of sleep the night before. You freakin’ rock, boyfriend!)

CD
I haven’t listened to the cd all the way through yet. We did pop it into the car stereo for the 5 minute drive home and I can tell I’m going to love it. It’s a live show with Kyle! Yay! I couldn’t ask for a better Christmas gift. When she has copies for sale, all my friends better look out because I plan on buying you all one! That’s really an empty “threat” because I know you will love it.

Drum Save

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drumsI was thinking last night was going to suck. Even before I got to the Gerbil Cage, I knew I wasn’t going to have any fun. What is it about the first ten minutes of a run that has me sucking air and swearing? I’ve never liked the first ten minutes. Ever.
Here’s what saved me – drums. I listen for those moments that thrill me, distract me. Here are three such moments: two heavy beats in ‘I Don’t Trust Myself’ (John Mayer). Right before “I will break my way into your garden…” Steve Jordan does a staccato two hit. Never before and never since. I always look for it. Right after “Stomped on the floor just for fun” in ‘Old Apartment’ (Barenaked Ladies) Tyler Stewart “stomps” on his drums, again with those two beats I look for. Never again and never since. The third drum moment I love is harder to find. It’s not on the original recording, but it’s a sirsy moment in “Please Let Me Be”~ my all-time favorite guilty pleasure song. I can’t even begin to describe the drum moment there. It was a conversation between bass and drum that only happened twice. I think someone said it was a hit on the four, or something like that. The only time you could hear it was at a show and I would look for it, and anticipate it every single time. Never before and never since.
Anyway, back to the run. Those three songs came on and distracted me enough to get through the harder parts of being a gerbil. If it weren’t for them, I don’t know what I would have done.

As an aside, “Paint It Black” by the Rolling Stones has the exact tempo I need for a 10 minute mile. Excellent drum distraction, too!

Go, James, Go!

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James BluntI contemplated adding this to my MSF blog, but decided against it. Mr. “Beautiful Blunt” (as they are calling him) deserves his own shout out. From the Warner Music Group:

“Perhaps Blunt’s proudest accomplishment, however, has been his work throughout the year raising funds for Doctors Without Borders/ Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF), the international medical humanitarian organization.  As of this writing, Blunt has raised an extraordinary $205,000 for DWB/MSF, whose life-saving work he first encountered while stationed with the British army in Kosovo, where he served as a reconnaissance officer with the NATO peacekeeping force.  One of his most powerful songs, “No Bravery,” was written in response to the genocide he had witnessed while in Kosovo.

The “Back To Bedlam World Tour” allowed Blunt the unique opportunity to both increase awareness and generate much-needed monies for Doctors Without Borders/MSF.  Beginning with this past spring’s headline tour, a personal, one-on-one aftershow meet-and-greet with James was auctioned after each and every show – one recent auction earned $8600 in a single night.  In November, Blunt played a sold-out DWB/MSF benefit concert at Los Angeles’ House of Blues, a high point of a seven-week, 35-city itinerary.”

To read the full article, go here.

Mr. Blunt also received five, count ’em, five Grammy nominations for his album Back to Bedlam. I’d like to thank my sister for getting me into Mr. Beautiful. Even though he’s a little whiney, I like his message. Back to good.

 ~ps~ For another melancholy type of guy, check out Gary Jules. I’m addicted to Mad World, thanks to Gears of War.

Not Missing Much?

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NatalieSo, I didn’t make it to see Natalie. Why? For reasons I’d rather not get into, I guess. It turns out I wasn’t missing much soooo I don’t feel as bad.

Here’s the setlist (maybe not in order):

Motherland,
The Times They Are A-Changin’,
The Erie Canal,
Break Your Heart,
Kind & Generous

 Youtube has a 38 second vid of Nat doing her thing. She looks great…if a bit “shrouded”. I’m not going to bother to post it, but if you are interested, search for Natalie and sort by last added. The Albany “show” should be at the top. Tell me what you think of the hairstyle, Spanish skirt and shawl…very Old World.
If I sound a little jaded, a little Natalie worn I’m truly sorry and that’s not the case. In truth, I’m spoiled by intimate concerts (1/1/07 was in an arena for bitching out loud), and shows that are 100% Natalie (this was Natalie as 3rd performer, sharing the stage with at least three others and Jimmy Fallon). True, I would have liked hearing Dylan’s tune and the Erie Canal one (by Judy Caplan Ginsburgh, I think)…and it would have been nice to start the year off by saying, “I saw Natalie.” Butbutbut (here I whine), I didn’t want to see her that way. Things worked out and I didn’t miss much. Or so they say.

Trey’s Okay

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Trey
I have to admit, I was a little apprehensive about seeing Trey Anastasio last night in Albany, NY. Since the demise of Phish, I am way out of practice seeing bands I don’t know all that well. I’ve spoiled myself with music I know every word to. I’ve spoiled myself with music I love every word of, too.
Trey started the show with a little tribute to New Orleans with a percussion/horn parade right down the center of the Palace Theater. He came right by our seats, grinning like a mad man. He obviously was having a great time dancing and weaving his down the aisle banging on a cowbell. The whole night was high energy and HiHowAreYou people. Every song had a good balance of horns, drums, vocals, and fun. I spent a lot of time watching Mr. Percussion with his funny furry faux fez. He had a big ring of bells which he would randomly throw high into the air (for Attitcus).
The drummer bored me. No spunk in his seat, no heavy moves. He sat there and played. There was only one moment that had me really excited – his kick was so thumping I could feel it in my sternum. My drink vibrated in my hand and all was right in my world. I wanted him to hold the cymbal and come up under it, hard. Bam. Bam. Bam. But, it didn’t happen. He kicked it but not that hard.
I’m waiting to see if the reviews mention the lighting at all. Up until Jiboo it was a stellar, blinding light show. Colored lights, flashing lights, strobe lights, spot lights, you name it. During Jiboo the stage went black and everyone played in the dark for what seemed like forever. J & I speculated, was it a stunt? Why would they play in the dark unless they were going to wow us with something cool when the lights came up again? J thought every musician would switch places – like Trey did when he was with Phish one April Fools Day. I thought something bigger – the members of Phish could suddenly appear when the lights came back up. A reunion of sorts…No such luck. When the lights were restored the music went on (and on) uninterrupted as if nothing happened.
During some of the songs my attention floated away and I found myself either watching the soundboard (we were right behind it) or the audience around me. Several seats ahead of me, two rough and tough, aging-in-their-sixties Deadheads argued about something. They took turns invading personal space and gesturing wildly. Directly right in front of me two underaged, skinny, pants-too-low, pimply boys chugged smuggled in alcohol, smoked and swayed. At one point they lost something. I stared in fascination as they used their cell phones to light the floor and searched frantically for whatever got away from them.
But, back to the music. For the new song, I liked A Case of Ice and Snow. It was a sit down and take a load off song, but lyrically it got to me. For the old favorite, Heavy Things was awesome. It reminded me of riding the shuttle in Colorado’s airport, heading home after a week of Rocky Mountain fun.
12/29/06 (Fri) Palace Theatre – Albany, NY
Set 1: Percussion Parade > Cayman Review, Peaches en Regalia (something for Greg my husband whispered to me), Shine, Simple Twist Up Dave, What’s Done, Drifting, Wherever You Find It, Spin, The Landlady, Tuesday, Come (Karmic? Chronic? Carmel?) as MelodySet 2: For some reason the couple next to us left so Pez got to hang out in our row. Curlews Call > Plasma (awesome, awesome! Three guys joined on percussion. What’s better than four guys with sticks?) , Dragonfly (interesting), Heavy Things (finally! Something from Farmhouse – my favorite), Love is Freedom (love is patient, love is kind…), Gotta Jiboo, A Case of Ice and Snow, Last Tube, E: Push On ’til the Day

Music Magic

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marionette It’s the morning after music. I’m full from Maine blueberry wheat pancakes, fluffy scrambled cheddar eggs and smooth kona java. Content I am. BubbleGum is on the stereo singing, “I Got a Woman – she’s good to me…” Funky. Content I am.
Saw M & G last night. Made a new friend, too. Very cute. I don’t have a setlist. I didn’t even know if Candace worked with one. There’s a lot I didn’t know. I didn’t know there would be cameras filming every angle, flashing lights, and Candy bears. The only thing missing – a smoke machine. Seriously.
My highlight of sound? I won’t lie. Greg. I have missed his genius. It was like a second voice harmonizing with Candance, a second voice rising to argue the finer points. Filling in, filling out. Way out. Making the sound (noun) sound (verb) complete. At one point M turned to me and said, “he’s showing off for you.” Did I blush? I have missed the heartbeat so all I could think was, “Good! Bring it on! I’ll take all that I can get!” Like an addict, I’ve filled my time with cheap substitutes: Carter Beauford, J.J. Johnson, Steve Jordan, Allison Miller…. All great drummers, but their cd-only presense doesn’t hold a candle to live in-the-room-with-you rocking out. Even my husband moved aside so I could watch the heartbeat in action – he joked that for tonight, I could stare at another man. Too funny. My only complaint? My view was often blocked by a bigger guy. I should have sat on the other side of the room!

yeti
My highlight of social? Seeing M & G in person. No emailing. No MyOtherSpacing. It was so nice to sit with these people so friggin’ real, so freakin’ nice, so dear to my heart. I won’t worry about what they say about me on the way home. Never mind. Back to good – I got to deliver presents and catch up on gigs. Gigs! Could I possibly be saying “Greg” and “Natalie” in the same sentence? Freak me out! That would make my 2007 for sure. ..oh, and that one-of-a-kind nativity scene! 😉

Seriously Searching

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www.nataliedee.comMy friend wraps friends around him like a blanket when he hurts. I shrug the blanket off and shiver in the cold of solitude without a second thought. It’s my nature. I prefer to coil snake-like up and scare everyone away with my forked tongue. I say things unkind and push harder than I mean to. I’m grateful for the people who push back. The ones who don’t go away just because I tell them to.
Last night I tried to pull the blanket back over my shoulders. Meeting S&G, traveling with A, I was trying to get back to where I thought I belonged. Self diagnosis & self medicating. We went to see sirsy again. One week after Kinsale I was back again. This time in CT. Manchester. Home of David’s Bridal House of Hell. I seriously hope sirsy gets another gig at this Main Pub (nowhere near Devilish David). While the food is borderline healthy and almost anti vegetarian (one veggie sandwich to speak of, no veggie salads worth mentioning…you get the picture), it was decent. Buried on the Fried Food Fantasia menu I found something worth digesting. The place had a cool atmosphere, a hum of a vibe…and fauxs!
But, back to the music. Carnival – instead of Natalie being naked she’s now hooking up with Sting. How bizarre. At least I heard my name. With eyes closed I sat bar stool still for ‘Still’. When Mel explained the backstory I wanted to order a glass of Merlot and doctor it with salty tears. This was the first time I was able to listen to everything (no offense Kinsale boys). I think November might be my new month of misery.
As with before, I am not going to review the night – not saying good or bad – except to say someone told me she told me she doesn’t like the new “thing” in WFR and I disagree. Strongly. Folsom Prison Blues was a good addition to the setlist. I’m not sure if it was meant as a Fraggle Rock joke, but I really like that song. Take it seriously because you do a good job with it. Really. PLMB is my stumbling block. I am trying to listen to it like I’ve never heard it before so I can love it again. I’m getting there. Still.
Despite having a headache from hell I was happy to be out of my element. For the night. I am supposed to do it all again tomorrow night, but I’ve decided to shrug off the blanket of friends and find my own hero. We haven’t seen each other all week. He might have to work the overnight a g a i n. If not, we have Tivo to catch up on. We have each other to catch up on.
But, back to the music. I’m not where I want to be where seriously is concerned, so I’m searching for the trust. Trust me. I haven’t given away my blanket of anything.