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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[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. ;)