the whole world is moving and I'm standing still
Last night I went to a Jenny Owen Youngs concert. This would perhaps be unremarkable, except for the fact that I had never heard any of Jenny Owen Youngs' songs before and had no idea who she was. I'd never heard of her at all before getting an email from Schubas announcing their upcoming concert lineup; the description they provided (which, okay, was really nothing more than "she's a singer/songwriter" along with a picture of her that proved she was hot) was enough to make me buy a ticket. Plus the fact that it was only 12 bucks. OH MY GOD, you guys. She's amazing. Her music is fairly mellow, mostly ballads but with the occasional rocker. She reminds me a lot of Aimee Mann, but younger and more raw and more painfully honest. Plus, she's a HOOT on stage; very down to earth, talks back to the crowd, singsongs her own internal monologue, and seems like someone you'd love to sit down and have a beer with. When I woke up this morning I immediately ran to my computer and ordered her first CD, because I have to listen to her songs again as soon as possible. It's always nice to stumble upon great music without quite meaning to.
(related tangent: speaking of great music, heresluck has made a Mix For Me That Is Mine and it is AMAZING and I adore it so so much and she is made of win. And when she eventually posts it for public consumption, y'all will agree.)
The downside of the concert - and hang on for a second while I EXPLAIN why this is a downside! - is that, outside of an Indigo Girls performance, I'd never seen so many lovey-dovey lesbian couples in one place in my LIFE. They were everywhere! (No immediately discernable reason why Youngs' audience is heavily lesbian; at one point during the show she mentioned a boyfriend, so. Huh.) There were at least three pairs of women standing right in front of me, and they were all young and adorable and clearly head-over-heels, and for two whole hours I got to watch them hold hands and lean their heads on each other's shoulders and steal kisses when they thought no one was looking; and while in theory this would be totally happy-making, last night it was merely a painful reminder that I was there alone and didn't have anyone by my side. Add to that the observation that pretty much everyone in that room, lesbian or not, was there with a romantic partner; and also that the subject matter of most of Youngs' songs dealt with breakups or lost love, and it was very ... triggery. And that unfortunately bled over into today, so what should have been a lazy contented Sunday afternoon was rather meh. But there was fangirl brunch this morning, which was lots o' fun indeed. I only wish I hadn't had rehearsal so I could have gone to see Journey to the Center of the Earth with everyone else!
In other news, I am about two-thirds of the way through Season 2 of Arrested Development. OH, SHOW. It completes me, it really does. I have to say, I still haven't quite accepted that Buster LOST HIS HAND OMGWTF. This is a comedy! People should not be losing limbs! It makes me sad! Even when they get funny claw hands afterwards and accidentally stab people with them! BUSTER NOOOOOOO. Also, how is Lucille so awesome? For real.
Things my flist is all aflutter over that I have yet to see (but really want to!): The Middleman, Flashpoint, the season premiere of SGA. I will get around to all of them eventually! I promise! Right after Lucille stops being awesome. *nods*
(related tangent: speaking of great music, heresluck has made a Mix For Me That Is Mine and it is AMAZING and I adore it so so much and she is made of win. And when she eventually posts it for public consumption, y'all will agree.)
The downside of the concert - and hang on for a second while I EXPLAIN why this is a downside! - is that, outside of an Indigo Girls performance, I'd never seen so many lovey-dovey lesbian couples in one place in my LIFE. They were everywhere! (No immediately discernable reason why Youngs' audience is heavily lesbian; at one point during the show she mentioned a boyfriend, so. Huh.) There were at least three pairs of women standing right in front of me, and they were all young and adorable and clearly head-over-heels, and for two whole hours I got to watch them hold hands and lean their heads on each other's shoulders and steal kisses when they thought no one was looking; and while in theory this would be totally happy-making, last night it was merely a painful reminder that I was there alone and didn't have anyone by my side. Add to that the observation that pretty much everyone in that room, lesbian or not, was there with a romantic partner; and also that the subject matter of most of Youngs' songs dealt with breakups or lost love, and it was very ... triggery. And that unfortunately bled over into today, so what should have been a lazy contented Sunday afternoon was rather meh. But there was fangirl brunch this morning, which was lots o' fun indeed. I only wish I hadn't had rehearsal so I could have gone to see Journey to the Center of the Earth with everyone else!
In other news, I am about two-thirds of the way through Season 2 of Arrested Development. OH, SHOW. It completes me, it really does. I have to say, I still haven't quite accepted that Buster LOST HIS HAND OMGWTF. This is a comedy! People should not be losing limbs! It makes me sad! Even when they get funny claw hands afterwards and accidentally stab people with them! BUSTER NOOOOOOO. Also, how is Lucille so awesome? For real.
Things my flist is all aflutter over that I have yet to see (but really want to!): The Middleman, Flashpoint, the season premiere of SGA. I will get around to all of them eventually! I promise! Right after Lucille stops being awesome. *nods*