Holy jizz-in-my-pants, last night was amazing, epic, brilliant, beautiful, magnificent and marvelous, among other things! My nephew and I had such a great time singing along, dancing, screaming, clapping, jumping and all that one should do a concert of such high caliber.
Kings of Leon are a truly brilliant band who are what I consider to be one of the best live acts of my generation. They appeal to a vast range of people and, as last night’s crowd attested, everyone had an awesome time. I have not been a part of a crowd as enthusiastic and who sung as much, since I saw Red Hot Chili Peppers in 2002, and even then the Chili Pepper’s crowd wasn’t quite like the Kings’ one.
There were not many songs last night that the audience didn’t participate in, and even for the songs that are less familiar there were still those hardcore fans everywhere (like myself) who knew every damn word and made sure to scream it like we meant it, ’cause we did.
It’s a proven fact that music does wonders for the human brain, and that music plays a vital role in many of our memories.
I read an amazing book about this subject a while ago that proved to me once and for all why music should be a prominent part of my life. Oliver Sacks, author of Musicophilia: Tales of Music and the Brain says that –
“Music is part of being human… The inexpressible depth of music, so easy to understand and yet so inexplicable, is due to the fact that it reproduces all the emotions of our innermost being, but entirely without reality and remote from its pain.”
You definitely need to read this entire book to understand how true this statement really is. It’s an incredible and amazingly worthwhile read!
Music is built into our very being with our rhythmic heart beat, so it is only appropriate that music is such an important form of expression for us.
But how do our cognitive minds decide what makes music “good?” How do we differentiate what we like from what we don’t like in music? Readmore..
as we danced around her kitchen to one direction’s “one thing” my dear friend pointed out, “isn’t it kind of creepy that five guys are singing this to one girl?!”
the fact is, that it’s actually incredibly creepy. but yet, we’re so “immune” to just how strange, awkward and inappropriate this kind of creepy is.
it’s not a reputable source but i like urban dictionary’s definition of creepy: “a slang term for sexually inappropriate or perverted or for attempting to derive sexual gratification through dishonorable means.”
I had seven things on my white board as my to-do list for today.
I dealt with all of them. This doesn’t mean they’re all actually DONE – I have to wait to hear back from people on some of them – but action was taken on each item and I moved forward.
I can’t tell you how good this feels. I think that planning my to-do list the night before is a good way to go, at least for a little while. When I come to the office in the morning it’s too easy to get sidetracked by the morning flood of emails and all the other distractions.
Not too much. This week is pre-regatta madness… this’ll be happening oh about 9 more times this year. Workout on Tuesday, a “quiet” evening on Wednesday when I try to make copious amounts of chocolate chip cookies (although between you & me & that Internet fencepost, Reality TV is looking good tonight)… Thursday night is boat loading, and Friday we’re off to Seattle.
I need to admit, I always wanted to buy one of these high-end, luxury watches. So I learned a lot about them and here are my tips for you. If you always wanted to own a high end watch but never really could decide what you are looking for, here are some helpful tips:
First, decide what you want to buy the watch for. Are you most interested in a particular luxury brand name, in a high-end-movement watch, in a timeless style, or do you just want to purchase a top brand watch because it holds its value?
Either way, it is important that you choose a watch that fits your lifestyle and that will hold your interest for years to come. If you are an avid mountain biker you might not want to purchase a Swiss luxury watch that shows three time zones, functions as an alarm clock and looks like a pilots watch.
On the other hand, if you love to accessorize and always wear the newest clothes, your high-end watch should be as elegant and trendy as you are, yet stylish enough to hold value for generations.
For the last two-plus weeks I’ve really been struggling over whether or not to keep blogging. I’ve flip-flopped back and forth so many times, driving Dave, who has always been a staunch supporter of my blog, absolutely crazy.
I had a touch of blogger burnout and I just didn’t feel like blogging, and I got behind on blogs I read and couldn’t keep up. Blogging has always been fun for me, and it hit me kind of hard when I started feeling the opposite.
Last night I received an email from a fellow blogger alerting myself and several others that our site’s content was being stolen and used on another site for financial gain. In recent weeks I’d heard about this site and what it was doing with blog content but, as the old saying goes, ignorance is bliss.
I know jack about stuff like this and aside from shortening my feeds to summaries in Bloglines, I really didn’t pay much attention to it.
Prince and I had a love thing going for years. When it comes to relationships, especially with a true soul mate, isn’t quality of time more important than quantity?
We most recently communed last autumn, but unfortunately that over now….What touched me most about his shows was the intimacy.
Even though often staged in today’s branded megavenues, Prince’s performances were as intensely personal and seductive as if all thousands of devotees were gathered in a tiny club. How many other talents could achieve that?
Some artists speak to you so clearly, it’s as if they’re hardwired to your own soul. And so it is, for me, with Prince.
SIGN OF THE TIMES
Sign Of The Times is the album that sealed our affair. I reckon it’s one of the bravest and most eclectic records ever made. Whether it’s the dystopian title track-a clinical diagnosis of the American dream gone wrong-or the joyous abandon of Play In The Sunshine,