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!

Comments

[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!