Oh LAWDY have things been crazy!
In fact, crazy good.
While there was a whole lotta opera going on yesterday, I was grooving in a different vein. After totally forsaking the WTOS One-Act program (and the guilt still hangs on, believe me) and the following ice-cream social, I headed across the toll road to see Jeff Tweedy and his troops play one of the best shows EVAR.
And I don't say that lightly.
Usually when I see a concert I'm doing it as a music professional...opera, chamber music, symphonic stuff, even singer-songwriter shows...I never remember to leave my critical ear in the car, and usually end up enjoying myself certainly, but also keeping a tally of what I loved, what I liked, and what I didn't care for. I don't attend a huge number of pop shows for reasons that are boring and marginally stupid and most certainly related to the fact that I'm getting to be an old fuddy-duddy. And usually when I see a show at work that I'm not, well, working, I'm on the lawn with my hubby and a group of friends...stretched out on a blanket, with picnic food and conversation taking precedent over music for most of the evening. I don't buy great seats the moment box office opens, I don't beg my colleagues to put me on the backstage list, and I don't scream like a girl at a Beatles concert.
But this band? Soundtrack to my life. I'd be lying if I said I knew the lyrics to every word of every song, but it's close. People that I love and admire introduced me to them, and I have a halo of good memories surrounding every song. They could sing the phone book, and I'd probably buy the cd. And the live album. And make it a ringtone for my phone. Oh yes, I'm that nerdy.
This time? I bought great seats the minute I could. I begged my colleague to put me on the backstage list and he caved under the sheer volume of my tears and whining.
I screamed like a girl at a Beatles concert.
Or, rather, like a girl at a Wilco concert.
I was up at 6:30am to run a friend to Metro, and the day has been rolling rolling rolling since...I'm sleepy from being too wound up to really rest and achy from the dancing and jumping around.
But I've been smiling alllllll day.
- Uninhibited, crazy-faced dancing and singing. It probably was not pretty, but BOY was it fun!
- I am trying to break your heart.
- Smiling until my cheeks hurt.
- Beautiful weather - we've been SO lucky (*knocking on wood*)
- Good music-geeky friends.