I'm exhausted. I've been packing and lugging boxes and all kinds of stuff three days in a row, 16 hours each day. I'm about ready to collapse. My left knee hates my guts. My lower back is angry at me too. Moving sucks. But, this is the last time we'll be moving anywhere. At least, that's the hope.
Here is a photo of me, taken after the concert Pete took me to the other night.
We saw David Crosby and Graham Nash perform, and it was pretty cool. They had the bass guitarist from Jackson Browne's band, and Steely Dan's lead guitarist, along with David Crosby's son on keyboards. Very cool. We had a great time, despite the idiots around us, (Pittsburgh people can't seem to go anywhere or do anything without beer). So, drunk stupid people always annoy me, and act like idiots. Belligerent and obnoxious morons. For some reason, they seem to thrive on DRAMA. I don't get it. Life is hard enough without creating more bullshit drama. Am I right?! You KNOW I'm right!! So nyahhhhh....I officially stick my tongue out at you...just for the hell of it.
The coolest thing about the concert was that they had a flash drive with MP3 files of the entire concert for sale at the merchandise table---that is, a "floppy disk" of sorts, that they recorded the entire show that night on, and sold it for $40 each!! (A flash drive costs about $5 bucks at Best Buy or any office supply store). So, we bought that performance, right after the show! We had to wait in line for a half hour, but it was worth it...don't you think that is pretty awesome, I mean, what a great marketing idea!! You'd not only make major bucks doing that with YOUR music, Mr. Perry-my-sweet, but you'd also piss off the boys in Journey, (cause they didn't think of it first), AND, you'd piss off all the jerk-faced bootleg video guys out there too. WIN-WIN!!
At this concert, there was this one guy walking back and forth all night long, video taping the whole damned concert on his phone, and I had to stand up behind Pete in the theater, because my knee was not happy sitting down, so this dude kept bugging the hell out of me. I finally yelled, "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME." He turned around and gave me this shocked look, and I said, "YOU ARE DISRUPTING MY ENJOYMENT OF THIS CONCERT WITH YOUR ILLEGAL BOOTLEGGING SO GO AWAY." He finally left the area, but I was highly peeved. It was just plain rude, and annoyed me that he kept walking back and forth in front of me with his arms extended, blocking my view.
Well, even though the camera on the iPhone kinda sucks, here's a photo I took of the concert...
Graham Nash is on the left, and barefoot!! David Crosby is on the right. It was hilarious at one point, in between songs, someone in the audience yelled, "FREEBIRD!" and the whole place laughed hysterically, including the two guys on stage, and they practically fell all over each other, roaring, until Crosby said, as he pointed to his head, "Only so much storage in here ya know...only so much left..." and everybody laughed again, and then Nash says, "You gotta remember folks, David's only got about 18 brain cells LEFT..." and they laughed hysterically again. It was pretty friggin' funny.
It was a nice, intimate theater, so we had a pretty good view. I just wish the iPhone had a better camera.
Last night, Pete took me to see Lewis Black, a very funny comedian that I like a lot. We laughed a lot, after a hard day of moving. So, it has been a whirlwind weekend to say the least.
Well, I hope you enjoyed your weekend, "Beaky." (Was your nickname REALLY "Beaky" in Journey? That just seems rather silly to me, but okay, whatever floats your boat). My high school buddies used to call me "Woobs." They would say to me, "Hey Woobs, hows your BOOBS?" And I would say back, "Great big and growing, thankyouverymuch." Or I'd say, "More than a mouthful my friend!" hehehehe
So I guess "Beaky" ain't so silly after all. This chick put an article on Twitter, which was an interview with you in 1979---where you said you'd love to marry Gilda Radner, and your favorite color was red.' The other people on Twitter who read this, were all up in arms, saying that your favorite color is COBALT BLUE, and "isn't Gilda Radner dead or something?" Or, "Who the heck is she?" Etc., and I just chuckled at what a bunch of retards these fans of yours can be. I mean, come ON people, it was in 1979 for frig's sake. People change. You liked red THEN, but come on, now he likes BLUE, get the fug over it. And I loved loved loved Gilda Radner, so I would have married her too.
*Wink* Bye for now.
Love, Rebecca
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