Bowbow badow bowbow badow buhbuh

Name that song, win a prize.

So the other night, I go to this concert with the pops, the brother, the herzbin… and her

We don’t look alike at all. Wait.

The 38 especial opened the party

and then, right when everyone was feelin’ good, there was this guy.

Bret Michaels. Rock of Love. Celebrity Apprentice. Poison. Subarachnoid Hemorrhage. He is known by all of these things.

And he loves him some Bret Michaels.

If the Woodlands Pavilion had let him, the man would have had made the entire audience wear his shirts all night.

Just like he did. 3 costume changes. 3 different t-shirts. All Bret Michaels.

Anyway, then these guys showed up

And that’s when I got just real friggin’ excited and started taking some breathtaking photographs

Being that it is a work of art, this photo is open for interpretation.

Free as a bird, man. I dig it.

In conclusion:

Every Rose Has It’s Thorn.

Skynyrd= Rose

Bret Michaels = Thorn.

A Genius, Perhaps?

When I was wee, people said I was a musical prodigy. Why is the first question you ask, “What people?” Lots of people! All kinds of people said this! PEOPLE OTHER THAN MY PARENTS!

Geez.

I could tickle the ivory like Beethoven and Ray Charles combined. So...like Hellen Keller?

I sang (and um still sing) like a bird. Not a crow or something disgusting…like whatever birds make beautiful one of a kind melodies that people would pay billions of dollars to hear.

In addition to these amazing talents, I excelled at playing the violin. The Trans-Siberian Orchestra was recruiting me from the day I walked out of the womb (which is January 27th; don’t you forget it).

Still don’t believe me?

I present to you documented proof of my phenomenal musical abilities, with the back-ups of one little, slightly-less-talented-but-we-put-him-in-the-video-anyway-brother, Zachary.

Why in the sweet name of Moses did I lick whatever it is I am holding? Why do I still scream LA LA LA LA LA when I don’t know the words?

Lord bless my mother for having patience with me. Good grief.

Happy Tuesday

Dear Mute Math,

Thank you for rocking my face off on Friday night.

You put on an amazing show.

It was Chaos. No pun intended.

In fact, if I could have seen you guys 50 feet in front of me, it would have been an even better show.

Then I would have been able to take my own pictures.

Dad gum giant man standing in front of me.

and the one in front of him.

Short people and Warehouse Live do not mix.

Anyway, awesome show. I’m thinking about taking up the keytar.

Check them out here. Beware of rocking.

*Thanks to Frett Farnell for inviting us

** If you go to a show, skip the opener and go get a beer…unless you want to experience what it’s like to go to an Allman Brother’s concert…can you say 50 minute jam session? Can you say I can’t even link to them because Google says they don’t exist?

Keep on Rockin’ in the Free World

Well, here’s somethin’…

Lu took me to a concert this past summer (more like bribed me with riches and power and other things people bribe people with) that I didn’t think I would ever go to.

I was the youngest woman there by 20 years. I don’t think there were any men there.

And I loved it. LOVED IT!

Top 5 best concerts I have ever been to.

I grew up listening to oldies…I’ve been jammin’ to his stuff since I was 3 years old and didn’t even know it. He’s one of those guys that sings every song you know, but when you hear his name, you can’t name a dadgum song he’s done.

He’s so hard core.

He is…

Rod Stewart.

WHAT?! Check his kicks. So hot. Look at those moves (my brother Alex does a similar one) and tell me you don’t swoon for Rod. K, seriously the worst dancer in the history of British singers coming to America, but at least he embraces it. Actually, I think that was the best part of the concert- watching him dance knowing he can’t.

Sorta like when my friend Clay told my friend Tacie to dance:

“Tacie, look at Steph. She’s a terrible dancer, but she’s dancing”

Thanks?

Anyway, Rod Stewart, I’m not kidding, puts on the most entertaining show ever. THIS MAN KICKED SOCCERBALLS INTO THE CROWD FOR A FULL SONG. You won’t see that anywhere else.

You haven’t heard rock and roll until you’ve rocked with Rod.

I’m not even trying to be funny.

JJ

Dear JJ Heller,

This morning, on my way into work, I heard your song on the radio- the DJ had heard one song of yours on So You Think You Can Dance- they don’t normally play you.

And I fell in love with your indie sound, your deep heart, your focused and purposeful lyrics…

And I looked for more of your stuff

and found this

and it speaks good words to me.

Thank you for making music, JJ.

www.JJHeller.com/music.asp