I have an entertainment addiction - books, movies, music, gadgets, concerts, opera, dance, all of it. It's like crack to me. I need constant stimulation (no, not in that way, you pervs).
As an encore? A guitars-blazing version of My Heart Will Go On. Yes, really. And screw you Celine Dion, they totally nailed it.
The band is strong. Harry is amazing, with her voice as powerful as ever, her big blond hair (I am guessing ordered online) whipping around, her enthusiasm high.
I tend to view everything as art. Sometimes bad art, but still art. And this evening was art - the music I love, the 65-year-old rock chick still working it with sass, the killer drums and guitars, the Bjork-worthy costume, the audience of trendoids and teens and geeks and seniors and mullets and large men swilling beer and groups of girlfriends with animal print tank tops and self-supporting 80s hair. Art.
Next up for me is a Reba concert in October. Love her, this will be third time live. My husband is happy to be off the hook for that one. I am going with a friend, whose husband bought his ticket for his birthday. We went last time also. It is a surprise for him. Oops, I let it out...guess this will tell me if he reads this blog...