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I feel better now. A knife in the pocket always helps. Just Kidding. Well, not really.
The YP concert was a pleasant surprise. It was good, in that attractive way of beautiful people performing specifically to entertain. I got a little nostalgic, thinking about the performances I've seen and been in that have that quality. It reminded me of that other aspect of music, which I rarely think about. It's not necessarily a shallow capitalistic impulse if you want to sing or play to please people; music can be an expressive medium or a distractive one, and involving the audience is a way to make it both. Avalon said that often. It was something that was important to him, knocking down the fourth wall.
So then after the show, Tony came out from backstage and I was in a frame of mind to be reminded why I like him so much, aside from loving him distantly and rather abstractly. And we drove him home, and it was much like the best times have been. And on the way back, there were yellow freeway lights and flying overpasses and the kind of classic rock that reminds you anything is possible.
The YP concert was a pleasant surprise. It was good, in that attractive way of beautiful people performing specifically to entertain. I got a little nostalgic, thinking about the performances I've seen and been in that have that quality. It reminded me of that other aspect of music, which I rarely think about. It's not necessarily a shallow capitalistic impulse if you want to sing or play to please people; music can be an expressive medium or a distractive one, and involving the audience is a way to make it both. Avalon said that often. It was something that was important to him, knocking down the fourth wall.
So then after the show, Tony came out from backstage and I was in a frame of mind to be reminded why I like him so much, aside from loving him distantly and rather abstractly. And we drove him home, and it was much like the best times have been. And on the way back, there were yellow freeway lights and flying overpasses and the kind of classic rock that reminds you anything is possible.