G to the I to the P, y'all. And JC stuff!

[foxmonkey]

Peaches and cream is the tried and true cliche, but when I saw the new pictures of Rupert mentioned in my last post (days ago?), the first thing that sprang to mind was strawberries and cream. He's a gorgeous kid, and phooey on anyone who calls me a perv. ;-p

I need to see JC again. Hahaha! Like that's news to anyone. I know I've been incredibly lucky, luckier than a lot of you, to have seen him four times already, two of those being the fan-friggin'-tastic Chicago shows. But yes, I need to see him again.

There are a couple of magpies in my office, they seem to forget that they're not the only ones on the friggin' floor; one chatters incessantly and repeats herself often, and the other has one of those voices that could penetrate the wall of a bank vault. In order to combat this madness today, I reached for my Schizophrenic CD.

Wait. Can we back it up just a little bit?

I haven't listened to JC's CD, nay, any music at all except in my head, since I came back from Pittsburgh. For a number of reasons, but mostly because it just hurt to hear him. It's such good stuff, and his latest troubles with the FCC...oy. That plus the fact that the adrenaline rush of my incredible weekend faded and there I was. JC-less. Aiiiiii! It just hurt to hear it, so I haven't played it. Laugh at me if you will.

fast forward to today

I put on my headphones and pop the CD in. I've programmed my favorites, and it starts with 'She Got Me.' Such unholy love I have for that song. As my playlist scrolls, bits of the concert come back and I'm thinking of my favorite dance moves for each song and then 'Build My World' comes on and I'm listening to the background vocals in awe, yet again, at the man's voice and what he can do with it and then 'Shake It' starts pumping and I'm GONE. GONE. And by gone I mean full-on dancing in my chair, head-bopping, the whole deal. My office door is closed and it's Chicago all over again in my space. And I'm loving, loving, loving it.

The man fills me with joy you can't imagine. I've always been a fan and probably always will be, and I hope he'll be around a long, long time because I haven't nearly gotten my fill of him yet. His music, his talent, everything about him makes me happy. I'm gone, gone, gone. :-)

JC!

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[quiet000001.livejournal.com]

I realized earlier today why Mr. Grint looks familiar. With his new hair, when the bangs are down over his forehead, he looks almost *exactly* like my best friend from school.

It's a little unsettling.

Wonder if he's related to any Farrells... *looks thoughtful*

[foxmonkey.livejournal.com]

I realized earlier today why Mr. Grint looks familiar. With his new hair, when the bangs are down over his forehead, he looks almost *exactly* like my best friend from school.

I love the new rock star hair, and wish I'd known boys like that when I was in school! /perv

You should post a picture of your friend, if you have one, I'd like to see how much they resemble.

[roncha78.livejournal.com]

I had the same thing with my JC CD. I think that the last time I listened to it was two weeks ago before the NYC show I went to. And than, the day of teh show I was so nervous (*points to icon*) that I didn't even take it with me for the train.

Anyways, to make a long story short, I finally listened to it again in the car on my way to meet a friend on Friday night, and just started dancing in my seat.. *g*

[foxmonkey.livejournal.com]

I finally listened to it again in the car on my way to meet a friend on Friday night, and just started dancing in my seat.. *g*

It's the power of Chasez, that's what it is! I can't even imagine a meet and greet. I think I'd faint - or at least make a fool out of myself. ;-)

[roncha78.livejournal.com]

I was really nervous before the M&G, and really bouncy after it, but when it happened I didn't have time to be any of those. It was over way too quickly! *laugh*

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. I too have a similar story. I think we all do. I think all real music fans do, even without the concert experence. It's just the feel of the music, the melody and perhaps the words, that does it. It gets you in a mood, in a jam, in a rut and then pulls you back out of it with this post-orgasmic feeling.

I was in the photo studio today, Things were simple and clean and I needed to matte a few photos to turn in. I had fifteen minutes to myself, nobody else in the studio because it's uncanny to work through a lunch break around here, now. But that's the beauty of it. Because in those fifteen or twenty minutes, it was if I was at any or all of the JC concerts, in the music video as a bystander with a matting machine, screaming out along with him about how we dream about sex with each other. At the top of our lungs. And it felt great.

I don't apologize for this, although a lot of my friends think I should. I never do because I know they may or may not have the same experence of being GONE. It's not JC-clusive, but I like to think I've found my -exit- button a little quicker than they have.

/ramble!lyds

[foxmonkey.livejournal.com]

It's just the feel of the music, the melody and perhaps the words, that does it. It gets you in a mood, in a jam, in a rut and then pulls you back out of it with this post-orgasmic feeling.

Post-orgasmic is exactly it. And in my case today, cathartic as well. Like I said, my JC issues had been piling up and today I just released it all, and it *felt* *so* *good.*

And hell no on the apologizing! There are those who get it and those who don't. I'm glad to be one of the ones who get it. I'm quite happy with my little JC-shaped exit button!

[withdiamonds.livejournal.com]

That was one of the best weekends ever, for many reasons, you being a big one. I know exactly what you mean, listening to him hurt for a few days after. I'm lucky enough to be seeing him again in Toronto next week, only because my job is ending forever the day before and I'm free to go. I absolutely cannot wait, but I don't think anything could top Chicago.

I've been in Columbus the past few days, helping the girls move. Erin is in here new apt, and Ash and I helping her unpack. By unpack, I mean watching "Bridget Jones' Diary." Larry and Adam took Ash's stuff to Pittsburgh this morning, and she and I are going back tomorrow. Next time I come to see Erin, I'll give you a call, 'k? I miss you. We need to talk about JC and Lance.

[foxmonkey.livejournal.com]

Dammit woman, you just made me cry. (((Donna)))

[tallories.livejournal.com]

You're in good company. :)

[glendaglamazon.livejournal.com]

I entirely know what you mean. I didn't intend for it to happen, but I didn't listen to Schizophrenic or even any NSYNC or JT stuff for at least a week before the Roseland show, and then, after that show...guh! There was no way I could sully the experience with the pre-recorded stuff (which is probably partly why I was able to go do the wacky AC trip--the other part being that I'm a crazy person). But when I did put JC's album on again after the shows, I got chills. You can see my show recaps for how I got my new respect for the album, but I was kinda blown away how large that effect was. God, I love that man. ;)

[brighton-girl.livejournal.com]

First of all, YAY another person who loves "She Got Me", I think it would have been a great single for him...I wish I could get in his brain and tell him these things.

Seeing him in concert was so surreal to me, loving him since 1991 and never seeing him live before, well I just went quiet and stared. My sister actually had to jerk on my arm to get my attention - it was tunnel vision. Almost like it wasn't real. Listening to my CD in bits and pieces lets me replay stuff in my head and that has been such a wonderful revelation for me.

God, he's so damn good. And I want everyone to know it, yet, I kinda like that he's my (okay, our) secret. I know how you feel about the happiness...he puts me over the moon.