7 times lucky
I went to go see Sam Roberts last night. It's the seventh time I've seen him live, and he never dissapoints. Whether it's his performace, the location, the croud or the combination, I always have a good time at his concerts.
This one was at the Shadbolt Center in Deer Lake Park, Burnaby. What a beautiful place! I can hardly wait to go back and see David Gray. The croud was so entertaining to watch; it was a bizarre mix of hipsters, scenesters, preps and rockers...with some families thrown into the mix. I not-so-jokingly mentioned to Mel that it appeared that we found where the 80's came to die....I've never seen such visually offensive retro in my life. It was nothing if not entertaining, though :)
I think what always ends up reaching me, though, are the lyrics of his songs. They pull me in by the heart, and I always feel what he is singing...As he was playing his new music, I realized that I've already got most of it memorized, but I still find new meaning every time I hear it. So few artists can do that for me. So many of his songs are pieces of my life; moments, memories, travels and representations of how I felt or how I now feel. There were moments in the middle of the rocking, screaming crowd that I really wanted someone to share the moment with. Someone who would understand what a verse meant to me, or could even recognize that it DID mean something to me...someone to sway to 'Paranoia' with, or to make out with during 'Taj Mahal'(or for that matter, during 'Uprising down Under' and 'With a Bullet'). I think that I need a to bring a boy with me next time. That's the only way I can think of to improve the concert experience :)
In other news...anyone want to go to Sarah Harmer? Anyone? Call me on my NEW PHONE (razr baby...sexy!)
a man who has never dropped the ball
Hyped
It was with much glee that I purchased tickets to the John Mayer/ Sheryl Crow concert this morning (hard at work, or hardly working? You may ask...) While I consider myself a fan of Sheryl Crows', I only own her first album. It is my younger sister that is the hard core Sheryl fan.Lucky for her I bought her a ticket, since the concert is only 2 days before her 21st birthday.
In the case of Mr Mayer, however, I am devout. I am soooooo excited about seeing him live, it is bordering ree diculous. All the people I know who have attended his shows say that he is amazing, and all the interviews I have seen him in indicate to me that he is as charismatic as I believe him to be. His appearances on the Dave Chappelle show let us know he is a funny, funny man. His lyrics are poetic, and guitarmanship (is that a word? it is now.) is truly awe inspiring.
Here is my concern. I think he is starting to believe his own hype. And we all know how that could end.
What could provoke such a though from a loyal fan?
The new song he has posted on his myspace page, actually. Titled 'Waiting for the world to change' it is the most trite piece of anti war garbage I've ever had the misfortune to hear. Here is the thing though-I'm just assuming it's anti war, because it's clearly anti something, but that something never gets named. it's the equivalent to turning a Neal Young song into the muzak you'd hear in an elevator. My disappointment knows no bounds. When he posted the lyrics, and I thought they were kind of weak, but thought, heeeeey, this is John we're talking about here. When he puts music to it, it'll probably sound great. So much for that thought.
It literally is a 'poor me' song. From the likes of John Mayer? I thought he was better than that. If Continuum is full of it, then I'll consider it the end of my crush. If people buy it by the millions and rave about how amazing it is, I will consider him the new pop king, and when Britney finally divorces KFed, they can get married and have lots of trite american babies.
He better not dissapoint me. Right now, I need a man in my life who won't drop the ball.
Diss Organization
Do you live to work, or work to live?
These days, if it weren't for my outside interests, work would surely drive me wild. My boss is crazy, my company treats us terribly, and I'm halfway to 6 months. At first, I was all gung-ho to do two years, and consider myself able to search for a much better paying job. Now I think it'll be a miracle if I last 6 months. Getting up in the morning is brutal.
I blame management. I love my coworkers. My job is not glamourous, but it is rewarding. Our clients are good people, trying to run their business, and give their customers good service.
But we are not encouraged to think outside the box, find more efficient ways to do things, or even work outside our job description. We have no clearly defined procedure. There is no job training. We don't get benefits, and the HR policies they do have aren't observed.
Why the hell am I still working there? Especially since it's not even a job in my field?
I love my coworkers,they have become my circle of friends in this new city. I appreciate that I am earning valuable experience. As someone only 1 year out of university, that is important to me.
Not important enough to leave my ethics at the door, however. If things don't change really, really soon, I think I'm going to have to bail. *sigh* I'm so tired of job hunting. I think it's more a case of I am really, really bad at working for someone else. Maybe I just need to start sewing again.
Time to start sketching :)
Aisle-Alter-Him
I've often wondered why women think that they can change men. I truly believe that many women think that men are 'projects.'
They just need a little touching up.
Or maybe a lot.
I'm not talking about taking him to Banana Republic and tossing the polyester dragon print t-shirts, I'm talking about turning someone who is a scatter brained RPG freak into a charismatic theatre junkie.
Where does this delusion stem from- the love of makeovers? That love can only explain so much.
I also ponder this because if the roles were reversed, and a man was trying to change you, you would be horrified! You would be insulted! With righteous indignation, you would kick his sorry ass to the curb.
and yet....
I think about how much I change when I first meet a guy. I research all the stuff he's into, so I know what he's talking about, and can have an educated opinion. Or I happily play dumb, so he'll teach me, and we can bond over stuff that I otherwise could care less about. I find out what he likes...change my hair (ok, so that's easy for me) What do you like? Blonde, brunette, redheads? No problem. You like 'em goth, preppy, prissy? Costuming is what I do.
So where am I in all this?
That's my current question. Is the reason women think they can change men because they are so willing to change themselves to get into a relationship to begin with? Why is that acceptable? So acceptable in fact, that it's barely acknowledged?
But mostly, WHY at the mature age of 23, gainfully employed and surrounded by loving friends and family, do I do it, and with such gusto?!
I like to think that there is not a damn thing wrong with my self esteem. I like myself as a person. I have values and morals. That's not to say I don't have insecurities, but I don't let them rule my life or affect my relationships....or is that naive of me? To not acknowledge that my insecurities affect everything that I do, albeit unconsciously?
Or is this all just an excuse to not push myself, to ignore opportunity for personal growth?
This is digressing...
What I am pondering is why are we so willing to change if we percieve ourself unworthy of anothers love, but so unwilling to change if we think ourselves too good for someone's love?
