Okay, and there just happened to be video on the camera in my purse.
The guy who was sitting next to me and grabbed the camera out of my purse is definitely going to hell, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't believe in it. He and I got to know one another really well during the concert. Gosh, it's like sitting there for four hours together was the equivalent of spending 13 years in an intimate relationship together. I suppose I shouldn't have let him stash the camera in my purse at concert's end and leave without ever catching his name. ;-)
I have decided I may, in my pursuit of my masters degree, try to get Concert-Induced Tourette's put into the DSM (the diagnostic manual by which "mental" disorders are, well, diagnosed...bear with me, I'm in pain, yes, still.) I love how the fangirls scream out when he sings things about knowing you well, and knowing your smell, I've been addicted to you, etc, like he's actually singing ABOUT them. Oh, and in "High," he sings the lyric, "Will you be my shoulder, when I'm gray and older..." I thought there was going to be a flood of urine, vaginal secretions, or both. He's not singing to YOU, morons. The song isn't about YOU. Oh, but I must admit, if I had been fifteen and at the show, I probably would have flipped out the same way, so I should just shut up now.
So, here is James Blunt singing "Goodbye, My Lover," last night, a song he actually wrote in the bathroom. :-) (There was a piano in there. I suppose it was a crowded apt. at that's where there was room for it.)
I have decided I may, in my pursuit of my masters degree, try to get Concert-Induced Tourette's put into the DSM (the diagnostic manual by which "mental" disorders are, well, diagnosed...bear with me, I'm in pain, yes, still.) I love how the fangirls scream out when he sings things about knowing you well, and knowing your smell, I've been addicted to you, etc, like he's actually singing ABOUT them. Oh, and in "High," he sings the lyric, "Will you be my shoulder, when I'm gray and older..." I thought there was going to be a flood of urine, vaginal secretions, or both. He's not singing to YOU, morons. The song isn't about YOU. Oh, but I must admit, if I had been fifteen and at the show, I probably would have flipped out the same way, so I should just shut up now.
So, here is James Blunt singing "Goodbye, My Lover," last night, a song he actually wrote in the bathroom. :-) (There was a piano in there. I suppose it was a crowded apt. at that's where there was room for it.)