listening to imogen heap.
thinking about how in love i am with jim cuddy.
i saw him at the music hall last night. my mom came with me, and it was my early wintertime gift to her. (i hate xmas. rampant, shameless consumerism and unabashed profiting for the retail industry. maybe i just hate retail too much, its ruined it for me, ps, fuck you capitalism. haha. i digress. as usual. back on track now)
he was phenomenal. a million times better than i thought and then still better than that.
he played all the blue rodeo standards, and a lot of the new stuff. i felt so young. haha.
i really liked all the new stuff id heard on the radio (the single benefit to listening to shitty radio all day long at work is that i knew when he was coming, and how i fell in love with the new music), and oh man ... i am still so overwhelmed.
his violinist ripped the shit apart last night. she had like, a 4 minute standing ovation because she was just running all over the stage and her bow strings were fraying everywhere. its that kind of musical passion that makes me wish i was a better musician. *jealous* no, thats a lie. im not jealous. i dont know what this is. i think its a combination of gentle envy, awe, and respect. i think its a good emotional cocktail.
i have just burned a CD of Imogen Heap and now i am going to go have a bath.
OH. the wonderful young man who opened is playing the horseshoe on the 21st. i must go.
anyone want to come with? good. its a date.
bath time! yay!
thinking about how in love i am with jim cuddy.
i saw him at the music hall last night. my mom came with me, and it was my early wintertime gift to her. (i hate xmas. rampant, shameless consumerism and unabashed profiting for the retail industry. maybe i just hate retail too much, its ruined it for me, ps, fuck you capitalism. haha. i digress. as usual. back on track now)
he was phenomenal. a million times better than i thought and then still better than that.
he played all the blue rodeo standards, and a lot of the new stuff. i felt so young. haha.
i really liked all the new stuff id heard on the radio (the single benefit to listening to shitty radio all day long at work is that i knew when he was coming, and how i fell in love with the new music), and oh man ... i am still so overwhelmed.
his violinist ripped the shit apart last night. she had like, a 4 minute standing ovation because she was just running all over the stage and her bow strings were fraying everywhere. its that kind of musical passion that makes me wish i was a better musician. *jealous* no, thats a lie. im not jealous. i dont know what this is. i think its a combination of gentle envy, awe, and respect. i think its a good emotional cocktail.
i have just burned a CD of Imogen Heap and now i am going to go have a bath.
OH. the wonderful young man who opened is playing the horseshoe on the 21st. i must go.
anyone want to come with? good. its a date.
bath time! yay!
defpony:
i just finished listening to daylight robbery i love that song, jim cuddy is sooooo fucking amazing i wanted to see his solo so bad but i saw the rodeo 5 times so at least i was blessed with that. as common as the song is everytime i hear him sing try i get shivers through my soul. actually im gonna put on diamond mine right now, call you soon bout dashboard