The Concert I've been Waiting For!

Hello to my cyber friends,

Tonight I drank some beers by myself, cranked some tunes, and got excited for the concert I have been eagerly anticipating for 3 or 4 months now. Some of you may know that Wilco is one of my favourite bands. I want to say my favourite band, I really do, but I am averse to hyperbole. But rest assured, I love their music like a fat adult loves ineffectual fad diets.

As each minute passed, I grew more and more excited for this show. Wilco, who Wikipedia says is often referred to as 'America's Radiohead' because of their diverse range of musical inclinations, just does it for me. They hit me in a certain part of my brain, causing it to immediately say, "Yes, I am going to drift off to a better place for the next five minutes. See you later." Also, the venue at which they are playing, The Tivoli, is a world-class venue, and many Australians I have talked to have raved about it.

I already envisioned all the wonderful things I would say about this concert. I would talk about how I got to see an amazing band in an amazing country - an opportunity afforded to few people. I would exclaim that sometimes life just punches you in the face with its awesomeness, leaving you no choice but to recognize how fortunate you are. These were all the things I would tell you when I returned from my concert.

Alas, I will not be telling you any of that tonight.

The reason for this is the concert is on Wednesday the 19th of March. Today is the 12th, my friends. I read the ticket wrong.

Actual conversation between me and the doorperson:

Doorperson: Ticket Please.
(I hand her ticket)
Doorperson: This is a Wilco ticket.
Me: Yes it is.
Doorperson: This is The Jam
Me: I'm sorry? This isn't the Tivoli?
Doorperson: The Jam is playing tonight.
Me: (Not wanting to ask any more questions but still completely baffled) Oh ok. Right on, have a good night.

Then as I walked away wondering what had happened, I realized my sister's birthday had just passed. Her birthday is on the 8th. That means today is the 12th. Then I found a lightpost and slammed my face into at an alarming speed.

Yeah, I know. I may actually be clinically retarded.*

But anyhoo, I've already forgotten about that. (The only thing that stops me from getting depressed about my occasional spurts of extreme stupidity is my terrific ability to forget things.) I'll let you know how the concert goes next week. My only fear is that my brain may have already ticked off the event in my mental calendar and I won't attend next week.

A couple more things to throw your way.

I had a dream three nights ago that I met Will Smith and it was apparently the second time I had met him. We had an emotional encounter and I explained how much I idolized him and everything I wanted to do in my life was because of his inspiration. We were both crying a lot. It was pretty crazy. In my dream, I was explaining the emotional encounter with Big willy to one of my friends while we smoked a joint together. Who was the friend, you ask? John Mayer.

Do I idolize Will Smith that much? I didn't think so, but after I woke up, I thought about it. And you know what? I do idolize him. He went from late 80's rapper to Hollywood heavyweight and he has seemed like a genuinely nice guy the whole time. So thank you, crazy dream, for alerting me to my profound respect for Mr Smith.

And do I want to smoke a joint with John Mayer? Sure, why not.

Also, I went back to Surfer's Paradise last Saturday. My God, I love that place. The waves were even bigger this time. Every time the waves/undercurrent rip your limbs apart and destroy your sense of balance/direction, it is the single most invigorating moment of your life.

On the train to Surfer's, there was this couple (they were both around 18 years old) and they were kissing and snuggling the whole trip. They got off two stops before Surfer's. Then when I caught the train back about 5 hours later, they were on my train again. I was intrigued by this coincidence. I was also intrigued by the fact that they were not sitting together. Then after about fifteen minutes, she went and sat beside him. They were visibly arguing for about ten minutes. Then he told her to get off the train and she wouldn't. Then he tried to get up so he could get off and she wouldn't let him. She actually got physical and pushed him back into his chair (he was skinny, she was heavyset. I think she could have taken him in 8 rounds). Long story short, he spent the rest of the 1 hour train ride moving away from her. She spent the rest of the ride waiting ten minutes then moving over to where he had moved. They ended up going their separate ways at my stop, but I have no doubt she tracked him down again.

I have no idea what transpired between them from the time I first saw them and when I last saw them. I think he may have had a one night stand with her, and then was terrified when he saw her on his return trip. Whatever the case, it made for great entertainment.

Alright, you guys have been great. Don't forget to tip your waitress.

Donny boy

*Test results pending