JIMMY!!!!!
Friday night was one of the best times I've had in my life. I went to see James Blunt. Now, if anyone actually stumbles upon this blog, you're probably thinking "Who the hell is James Blunt?" My answer to you is, "Um, DUH! Only one of THE best singers EVER!"
Anyway, I'm not going to take time to explain to the imbiciles who don't know who James Blunt is. Let me just say this. I was in the 6th row. 6th row! I was only a few yards away from my British hunk. I absolutely adore him and his music, but seeing him live was absolutely out of this world. He was excellent. He was amazing. He was [insert any other superlative known in the English language here.] I stood there in shock watching his every move, but of course was still able to sing along. I was moved to tears during Goodbye My Lover. I was given goosebumps during Cry. I was on my feet dancing and jumping during So Long Jimmy. I had a camera with me and snapped shots throughout the whole concert. Granted, they're not the best photos ever, but they're my photos, and that makes it so much more special than a photo I could buy online from some stranger or company making money off my handsome bloke.
Watching someone perform who has so much talent and obviously adores what he does for a living is inspirational. It makes me want to quit my job and pursue my wildest dreams. Of course, I'm not sure Broadway would hire a nearly overweight 29 year old woman with no dancing experience in the past 11 years, but what the heck. Let's go for it anyway. Maybe someday James will be there watching me in awe.
Naaaaaah......
Anyway, I'm not going to take time to explain to the imbiciles who don't know who James Blunt is. Let me just say this. I was in the 6th row. 6th row! I was only a few yards away from my British hunk. I absolutely adore him and his music, but seeing him live was absolutely out of this world. He was excellent. He was amazing. He was [insert any other superlative known in the English language here.] I stood there in shock watching his every move, but of course was still able to sing along. I was moved to tears during Goodbye My Lover. I was given goosebumps during Cry. I was on my feet dancing and jumping during So Long Jimmy. I had a camera with me and snapped shots throughout the whole concert. Granted, they're not the best photos ever, but they're my photos, and that makes it so much more special than a photo I could buy online from some stranger or company making money off my handsome bloke.
Watching someone perform who has so much talent and obviously adores what he does for a living is inspirational. It makes me want to quit my job and pursue my wildest dreams. Of course, I'm not sure Broadway would hire a nearly overweight 29 year old woman with no dancing experience in the past 11 years, but what the heck. Let's go for it anyway. Maybe someday James will be there watching me in awe.
Naaaaaah......
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