Where to begin??

Holy canoli. Okay, right up front, I feel like babbling like crazy so I already know this post is going to ramble. Now, so do you. Look away, if you must. Read the entire thing, if you can stand it. Keep in mind, I consider myself still kind of new to this blogging stuff PLUS I'm getting over the whole 'I'm not a writer' thing and figure you know that by now so it's on you anymore. This whole post may suck big ole hiney. Forewarned, you are, muahahahahaaa!

Let me start with last evening. I'm not going to do it justice. I don't even know words to describe the concert. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Mom took the kids to Hersheypark yesterday. That worked out perfectly. They wouldn't be home till around midnight and I shouldn't be far behind that. A bit after 3 pm, my friend Tom showed up. I had to borrow my kids godfathers car again cuz the Saaby (Sobby? nah!) isn't finished (but will be today, yay!) I was driving the typical pothole PA Turnpike from exit 236 (4 miles from my house) to 326, Valley Forge, Rt 76. Not long before Downingtown, Tom says he's starting to get hungry. No problem, I know this place. Well, I know lots of places between home and NJ cause I used to commute every day for just over a year. Another story, and yes, I'm a crazy person. Anyway- I took him to Victory Brewing Company. (I'm not a computer geek and don't know how to do that link thing that shows a different name than the actual link so just copy/paste www.victorybeer.com) Their HopDevil won some award in 2003 in Britain. Something like 'Best American Beer' or some shit. I read about it that year and have gone a few times as all my guy friends love beer. Imagine that. Tom has always wanted to go and go we did. The burgers were good but not excellent. Their dinners are excellent. The beer.... excellent. I do not like HopDevil but the Lager is so so yummy. 2 put me in the spot that I wasn't driving now. Tom got behind the wheel and after about an hour, away we went.

We did well, no traffic, until the last 5 miles. Geeezuz. Between 30 second light changes and dumbasses (driving OTHER cars), even I, Miss Notevenaniotaofroadrage was getting irritated. Clocks a ticking and time's a wastin, people! I got a show to get to so MOVE! We are within a block and there is no parking in sight and who knows where to go because there is just a cluster fuck of vehicles everywhere. I see 69th Street is right ahead and there is this meter maid, putting tickets on cars all down the street. I decide who better knows where to park? I call to her and she comes over. I ask where's good and she tells me about 3 different lots, all behind us mind you, and the 45 minutes it will take to turn around and get to them. Bummer dude. She's pretty nice and must see that I'm super bummed and she says- 'alright, you see up ahead just before the light?' 'Yeah.....' 'Well, that has yellow tape around the parking meters. People think it's for the parking but it's really because they are working on the building. That's a spot, so pull in and it'll cost you 50 cents cause you have to pay until 9 but there you go. Have a great time. I'm envious.' I wanted to have mad lesbian sex with her! No, I didn't but Hippo, that was for you;o) We parked 1 block from Tower Theater. 1 block! I think Tom was almost as happy as me but who could tell? He's a very understated person.

We walk up to this place and if you have never been, please go. It's beautiful. Old, majestic, plushy, beautiful. Back in the day, I am sure it was 'the' place. It sits facing the corner and there is marble and burgundy velvet everywhere. The acoustics are probably the best I've ever experienced. Lights low, grabbing stars off the ceiling, just beautiful. ( http://www.glidemagazine.com/7/columns101.html)

Now, I've been to more than my fair share of shows. It just works out that way. I am the type of person that when I want to do something, it usually works out. Sporting events, music, these are high on my interest list so I tend to go, a lot. I absolutely LOVE the song Everlong. Acoustically and rocked out! It's the first song I've ever narrowed down to possibly be 'my favorite'. I have so many songs and bands that I feel move me, and it's pretty incredible for me to come up with just one overall. And sometimes it's still not only that one but yeah, that song is in me. Foo Fighters are great but until last night, I had no idea. No clue. There are much more than great. David Grohl, no, everyone of them, very talented, very professional, very...... oh man, no words. The show is a physical experience. I know it wasn't just me. Most of the time there was not a lot of yelling or clapping (thankfully!) because we all just wanted to hear, listen, hang on each note, each lyric. My stomach was light and fluttery, I got goosebumps and my heart actually tugged. They talked enough but not too much. It was about the music, where it came from, how it came to be and then, what it IS. Now, I'm not a patient person for the most part and acoustic shows tend to bore me a bit. I love acoustic music but not an acoustic show, if you know what I mean. I get to thinking 'oh shut up and play' or 'for the love of God, play something a bit more alive pleeease' but last night, not one thing was out of order. The slow, the fast, the words, the history, the single note, each instrument singularly and then, profoundly melded together. I'm trying to figure out how to get to NY or Boston or Toronto or by golly, Chicago or F it, California, here I come! Except I can't due to the hectic schedule of my life. Or can I??????

They are making a dvd of the show. I will buy it. A cd is to be released soon. I will buy it. If you can make it to a show, I suggest you go. Hopefully the place you see it is 1/2 as beautiful and perfectly tuned as Tower Theater. I know the Foos will not let you down.

This is a really long post and I hope you get even a little bit of the way I felt last night. I really wish I was more eloquent for you. I wish you could have been there. We'd a had fun!