Matt's off to the midwest for work, and I'm heading to New Hampshire tomorrow afternoon for a weekend of winter hiking. He's been in this traveling job for almost four years, and my heart still twists a bit every time he's going to be gone for a weekend. Weekends are hard. Especially two in a row. So, I am shurking my school responsibilities and going up north to play in the snow while he's away working. Luckily, this is a fun trip for him. So we'll both be just fine.
Sara (nice name) was really cute. If you've turned on the TV or the radio lately, you've probably heard her..."I'm not gonna to write you a love song, cause you asked for it, cause you need one" song.
And then the main event, James Blunt. We bought his new album last week, but I hadn't listened to it until yesterday during my commute. After one listen, I wasn't sold, and I'll be honest, I wasn't 100% psyched to go see him. I like his last album, but I wasn't sure I was in the mood for sensitive boy music. We've seen a lot of sensitive boy rockers over the years - Maroon 5 (wasn't that impressed), John Mayer (he was good), The Fray (nice guys, good music, but very mellow show), and Keene (best ever). So there was a lot of room for comparison.
But, I'm glad we went because the concert was exceptionally enertaining.
James Blunt apparently has a gift for bringing out the sensitivity in men. His most esctatic fans were all men.
To our left, in the balcony was a guy doing a little love dance. He had a techincolor scarf that he was using for his interpretive dance moves, and occasionally he'd turn around and shake his booty at the audience/stage. He was a killer air guitarist too. So intense in his love for James Blunt that security came to pull him away from the edge of the balcony. Directly in front of us was the cutest man I've ever seen. He was 60-ish, with an army buzz cut, and on a date with his wife (I presume). He fell into fits of applause every time James Blunt came to the front of the stage and after every song. He and his wife nudged each other throughout the whole "goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend, you have been the one for me" song. It was sweet.
To our right, during one song, James Blunt suddenly leapt off the stage into the crowd and ran down the aisle. When he turned around to run back towards the stage, a man carrying a two year old girl (yeah, a toddler!), RAN down the aisle behind him and reached out to touch him before he returned to the stage. I've never seen anything like it.
I'm all for sensitive men, so it was fun stuff.
The music was good too. The drummer, Karl Brazil, has a great feel, as Matt would say. Always amazes me how key the drummer is to a good live show.
At the end, a huge gong lowered to the stage for James Blunt to hit. I guess he does it every show. :)
And for once, a real aftershow.
We've gone backstage a few times, and I hate to burst your bubble, but it's usually not overly exciting. It involves a lot of sitting around and waiting. Usually with the bass player's cousins' best friend and a few people who won a radio contest.
The best part of going backstage is how it makes the glossiness of fame fade. When they're not under the stage lights, band members are just joe schmoos with longer hair and fancier outfits. No matter how many models they've date. But, still, they're usually pretty nice. Especially drummers.
While we were back there, someone asked to take a picture with James Blunt. He said, "I'd rather have a conversation than a picture, if that's okay with you." See, sensitive guy. He should use that line in one of his songs.
What made the night a little more fun was that we got to go down the street to a bar and party with the band afterwards. And by "party", I mean drink a free beer, eat chicken fingers and watch the backstage groupies do their flirting thing. Again, highly entertaining. To round out the evening, we got to do a toast to bad teeth with a few of the Brits.
And then we rode the bus home, since it was late and the T stopped running to our stop. ;)