My review of Nashville's show is up on The Nicks Fix! OMFG!
This is equivalent to getting my Ellen letter on Bootleg Betty! So exciting!
Friday, June 26, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Jam #2
Have you ever been to a parade in which there was a marching band? You know how the closer the band gets, the more you can feel the drums, until suddenly the reverberation is so strong that you can feel the beat in your bones and even all the way through your chest? I had a similar experience Friday night at the Fleetwood Mac concert.
The Nashville show was SO much better than the Columbus show. Partly it was because I was closer and able to see things that I couldn't see before. But it was also because Stevie seemed more into it (she even twirled earlier this time, during "Gypsy"). They did the same set list, quite possibly in the exact same order, but I didn't care. I got to watch Stevie exit the stage behind the band every single time. I could see the way that she drummed her fingers against Lindsey's shoulder while they embraced during "Sara". I saw the crew standing at the base of the stairs on the opposite end of the stage wearing cowboy hats and bandanas over their mouths like Western bandits, and I got to see Stevie throw back her head in laughter when she saw them. During Mick's drum solo, I was able to see that Lindsey, even though this was his only break during the entire show, didn't leave the stage; he merely sat down in the front stage left corner of the stage behind a speaker with his legs outstretched. I got to watch the backup singers prepping for their return to the stage after Mick's drum solo by dancing to the rhythm.
I still remember the rush of excitement I felt in Columbus when the lights came up and they started playing "Monday Morning". Nashville left me with a different feeling altogether. During "Dreams", the first song of the evening that featured Stevie singing lead, I could feel her voice reverberating like the drums during a parade. It went all the way up through my toes and into my veins until it made its way right to my heart. I have never felt so emotionally connected to someone before. Where in Columbus I cried during "Sara" and "Silver Springs" because I was so moved by the lyrics and Stevie's haunting voice, in Nashville I felt tears welling up during "Monday Morning" because I could not believe I was there, again, taking in Lindsey's genius and Stevie's ethereal beauty.
I'm sure many of my friends saw what I posted as my Facebook status after the show - that I wanted to lick the heel of Stevie's velvet platform stiletto while she was still wearing it. I know, a little strange. But I cannot explain to you how vibrant and beautiful she was Friday night. Stevie is the only woman who can make wearing so much clothing sexy. When she came out to do "Landslide" wearing this gorgeous deep red dress with thigh high stilettos, I was just totally blown away by her. Even now, I cannot put into words how she made me feel on Friday night.
My only regret of the evening was not going back for my camera. In Columbus they had signs up saying no cameras, so I had to take mine back to the car. In Nashville, we thought we were getting there like thirty minutes before the show so I knew I wouldn't have enough time to take my camera back to the car had I not been able to take it in. But, my dad and I didn't realize that Nashville was on central time and we got there super early. I could have gone back to my car to get the camera, but I had to use the bathroom REALLY bad and could think of nothing else. In a way, not having my camera was a plus because I would have been focusing too much on trying to get pictures and not really experienced the show. But I wish I had some pictures to remember that night. It was the closest I had ever been to Stevie, quite possibly the closest I ever will be, and I wanted to remember it.
No one could ever possibly understand the way I feel about Stevie Nicks. She and Bette Midler are so much more than just singers to me. Maybe my love for them borders on creepy. I guess other people would know that more than I would. But to have someone love you (indirectly, obviously; I may be delusional but I'm not crazy) unconditionally and with no bounds, without the fear of ever being rejected, you cannot know the overwhelming feelings that that creates. If only someday I could ever have someone love me the same way that I love them...
The Nashville show was SO much better than the Columbus show. Partly it was because I was closer and able to see things that I couldn't see before. But it was also because Stevie seemed more into it (she even twirled earlier this time, during "Gypsy"). They did the same set list, quite possibly in the exact same order, but I didn't care. I got to watch Stevie exit the stage behind the band every single time. I could see the way that she drummed her fingers against Lindsey's shoulder while they embraced during "Sara". I saw the crew standing at the base of the stairs on the opposite end of the stage wearing cowboy hats and bandanas over their mouths like Western bandits, and I got to see Stevie throw back her head in laughter when she saw them. During Mick's drum solo, I was able to see that Lindsey, even though this was his only break during the entire show, didn't leave the stage; he merely sat down in the front stage left corner of the stage behind a speaker with his legs outstretched. I got to watch the backup singers prepping for their return to the stage after Mick's drum solo by dancing to the rhythm.
I still remember the rush of excitement I felt in Columbus when the lights came up and they started playing "Monday Morning". Nashville left me with a different feeling altogether. During "Dreams", the first song of the evening that featured Stevie singing lead, I could feel her voice reverberating like the drums during a parade. It went all the way up through my toes and into my veins until it made its way right to my heart. I have never felt so emotionally connected to someone before. Where in Columbus I cried during "Sara" and "Silver Springs" because I was so moved by the lyrics and Stevie's haunting voice, in Nashville I felt tears welling up during "Monday Morning" because I could not believe I was there, again, taking in Lindsey's genius and Stevie's ethereal beauty.
I'm sure many of my friends saw what I posted as my Facebook status after the show - that I wanted to lick the heel of Stevie's velvet platform stiletto while she was still wearing it. I know, a little strange. But I cannot explain to you how vibrant and beautiful she was Friday night. Stevie is the only woman who can make wearing so much clothing sexy. When she came out to do "Landslide" wearing this gorgeous deep red dress with thigh high stilettos, I was just totally blown away by her. Even now, I cannot put into words how she made me feel on Friday night.
My only regret of the evening was not going back for my camera. In Columbus they had signs up saying no cameras, so I had to take mine back to the car. In Nashville, we thought we were getting there like thirty minutes before the show so I knew I wouldn't have enough time to take my camera back to the car had I not been able to take it in. But, my dad and I didn't realize that Nashville was on central time and we got there super early. I could have gone back to my car to get the camera, but I had to use the bathroom REALLY bad and could think of nothing else. In a way, not having my camera was a plus because I would have been focusing too much on trying to get pictures and not really experienced the show. But I wish I had some pictures to remember that night. It was the closest I had ever been to Stevie, quite possibly the closest I ever will be, and I wanted to remember it.
No one could ever possibly understand the way I feel about Stevie Nicks. She and Bette Midler are so much more than just singers to me. Maybe my love for them borders on creepy. I guess other people would know that more than I would. But to have someone love you (indirectly, obviously; I may be delusional but I'm not crazy) unconditionally and with no bounds, without the fear of ever being rejected, you cannot know the overwhelming feelings that that creates. If only someday I could ever have someone love me the same way that I love them...
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I remember.
You can call what is about to occur a pity party if you wish. In a way, I suppose it is. I just feel that when a person experiences a great loss in their life, that person is entitled to feel an enduring affection for that person that has passed on. What bothers me is when other people also uphold memories of that departed loved one without having had the same connection to them. I suppose I should clarify.
For anyone who doesn't already know this about me, my (favorite) uncle Ace died in a car accident when I was nine years old. He had been married for some time, I don't remember how long, but was divorced at the time of his death. His ex-wife's sister had a young daughter. She was maybe four whenever Ace died. As I said, he and his ex-wife were divorced. This ex-niece of his, fourteen years later, still talks about him and holds "memories" of him. Her MySpace profile talks of how her uncle Ace is her hero and she misses him every day. She also says her favorite number is five, which was the number he wore in baseball/softball.
There is no possible way that she remembers him. She was four years old and didn't see him that often because she didn't even live in Campbellsville at the time. She wasn't the one who listened to Motley Crue and headbanged with him. She wasn't the one who had a sleepover at his house, watched Iron Will and played Super Mario Brothers 3 on his big screen TV. He didn't buy her Puppy Surprise and a Lion King sleeping bag for Christmas. He didn't take her to the Louisville Speedway to see the "40 foot elves" advertised on the radio, only to find out there were ten 4-foot elves.
I am angry that she still claims to feel his presence in her life and miss him so dearly. If he were alive, they wouldn't even have anything to do with each other. She has no idea what it feels like to truly lose someone who was both like a friend and an older brother.
For anyone who doesn't already know this about me, my (favorite) uncle Ace died in a car accident when I was nine years old. He had been married for some time, I don't remember how long, but was divorced at the time of his death. His ex-wife's sister had a young daughter. She was maybe four whenever Ace died. As I said, he and his ex-wife were divorced. This ex-niece of his, fourteen years later, still talks about him and holds "memories" of him. Her MySpace profile talks of how her uncle Ace is her hero and she misses him every day. She also says her favorite number is five, which was the number he wore in baseball/softball.
There is no possible way that she remembers him. She was four years old and didn't see him that often because she didn't even live in Campbellsville at the time. She wasn't the one who listened to Motley Crue and headbanged with him. She wasn't the one who had a sleepover at his house, watched Iron Will and played Super Mario Brothers 3 on his big screen TV. He didn't buy her Puppy Surprise and a Lion King sleeping bag for Christmas. He didn't take her to the Louisville Speedway to see the "40 foot elves" advertised on the radio, only to find out there were ten 4-foot elves.
I am angry that she still claims to feel his presence in her life and miss him so dearly. If he were alive, they wouldn't even have anything to do with each other. She has no idea what it feels like to truly lose someone who was both like a friend and an older brother.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
coffee and legal pads
Things with Bogie have been really stressful. I worry about him like he's a little baby and today I'm leaving him home alone and not closed up in the utility closet. With the way he's been doing when I'm asleep at night, I think he will be fine, but still I worry. I took him to the vet on Sunday because I discovered fleas while bathing him the night before. This has also caused a little strain, because that vet visit depleted my funds until this coming Monday. He's also sneezing a lot, which makes me think I need to take him back to the vet. But the sneezing started Monday and the day before the vet had said his lungs sounded good, so I guess I will just monitor his condition and take him if I feel I need to next week.
Jon-Michael and I have decided to go to Chicago for 4th of July weekend. It was a spur of the moment sort of thing, and now I'm beginning to wonder if I can afford it. My credit card bill is a little more than usual for June because of the fact that my finance charges have put me over my credit limit. Personally, I think that's bullshit and finance charges should not count against you. After all, that's not money that you actually spent. Whatever. And I am really going to have to stock up on food this time around so I don't have that to worry about when it comes time for my end of the month paycheck (since most of that's going to have to go to my trip). I will be making slightly more money at work as of the 30th, but it's only like $30 a paycheck, so that won't make much difference right away. That's a tank of gas though, so I guess that's something to be grateful for.
Why can't it just be January so I can get my year-end bonus?
Jon-Michael and I have decided to go to Chicago for 4th of July weekend. It was a spur of the moment sort of thing, and now I'm beginning to wonder if I can afford it. My credit card bill is a little more than usual for June because of the fact that my finance charges have put me over my credit limit. Personally, I think that's bullshit and finance charges should not count against you. After all, that's not money that you actually spent. Whatever. And I am really going to have to stock up on food this time around so I don't have that to worry about when it comes time for my end of the month paycheck (since most of that's going to have to go to my trip). I will be making slightly more money at work as of the 30th, but it's only like $30 a paycheck, so that won't make much difference right away. That's a tank of gas though, so I guess that's something to be grateful for.
Why can't it just be January so I can get my year-end bonus?
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
my new BFF
I have had a very full couple of days. On Sunday, I brought home a baby kitty. His name is Bogie and he is PRECIOUS. I'm trying to wean him from a bottle right now. He's only about five weeks old and we have no idea what happened to his mother or how long they have been separated. He's doing really well about not getting into things, but I have yet to leave him home for a whole day. The past two days I've left work for my lunch break to go home and check on him. I have him closed up in the utility room (which is practically empty, so he has plenty of room) for now. I don't want to leave him out in the apartment until he is big enough where I can't lose him underneath what little furniture I have. Everyone has to come over and see him sometime soon!
Leaving work now. I'll update again soon!
Leaving work now. I'll update again soon!
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