I got a bird that whistles I got a bird that sings. But I ain' a-got Corrina Life don't mean a thing
saw conor oberst perform tonight for the first time in six years; well, i hadn't seen him in six years, he's performed lots in those six years. i forgot how amazingly dynamic he is in person. i seriously could not take my eyes off him. i have never seen someone so unconcerned with how the audience was reacting. i mean, he said thank you and stuff, but when the stupid girls near the front kept yelling how much they loved him and 'take you shirt off!', he didn't even bat an eyelash. he just played and played and played and it was FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC. it was like we got to witness their little world of amazing music for a few hours. he barely talked and his whole band enjoyed playing his songs just as much as he did. i guess i forgot that there are performers who aren't there to perform. they are there to let out parts of themselves that they can't keep inside anymore.
His second last song was a cover of Corrina, Corrina by Bob Dylan. SO SO AMAZING. i think i may have fell in love with him a little when he sang it. he sang it differently than he sings his songs. slower and not as rough. soo BEAUTIFUL and GOOD. wowowowowowowow. i have seen a lot of shows/concerts and both times i've seen conor i have left completely affected.