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!)


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