LEE.
CRAP.
I LOVE THIS MAN.
Dio and I went to the Moby concert on Saturday night. Words can not describe how amazing it was. But the following words tried to on Moby's message board this morning:
I am blown away. Moby has always been my go-to guy whether I needed a lift in spirits or some time for contemplation. "Porcelain" has been my favorite song of all time since I heard first it back in 1999. It gave me goosebumps then. It still does.
When I heard he was coming to Chicago, I was estatic. I begged my boyfriend to procure us a couple of tickets. He is a DJ and a Moby fan himself. We had been anticipating the concert for awhile. The night before the show, his car was broken into. The tickets were stolen out of the glove compartment along with the 2 copies of "Hotel" he had bought for himself and me 10 minutes prior. I was devastated when he broke this news to me. Neither one of us is rolling in it, so any financial loss is felt pretty hard by us both. (I will elaborate on this below.)
He was determined to still see the show, so we got on CraigsList the morning of the concert and found a nice guy who sold us 2 more tickets at just above face value.
I am so grateful we preservered. THIS WAS THE MOST FANTASTIC CONCERT I HAVE EVER SEEN. And I am an avid concert-goer. As is my beau. He agrees with me whole heartedly. We walked out in a stunned daze, pretty despondent we did not have enough cash to buy 2 black and red Moby Star shirts.
We talked about this concert the entire next day. We stumbled across this site. We searched for reviews. We raved about it to anyone who would listen.
I can not believe how dynamic these songs I thought I knew so well are live. I was blown away by Laura's voice. I wanted to BE her. I giggled at the humble way Moby would say Thank You Thank You Thank You at the end of each song. I am humbled by the genius I saw on stage that night. The energy. How I saw so many people that looked so zombie-like at the beginning of the show suddenly spring to life and flail around.
The energy was infectious. Each song was amazing. I am praying I can track down some of the live versions of these songs. And to that end, that Moby will come out with a live album of this tour. Anyone who attends would buy one, that I can guarantee.
Moby. I love you. This experience was eye-opening and life-altering. It has inspired me to get out there and create some magic of my own.
So, needless to say, it was a great weekend. A short weekend. A I-can-not-fucking-believe-I'm-already-back-at-work weekend. Please. I implore you. If Moby comes to your town, even if you aren't a fan, go to this concert. It's unfuckingbelievable.
[ YES: Dio's car was broken into Firday night. He ran into Target to pick up a few things. He had the Moby tickets in his glove compartment, a Express Men's bag with a new outfit in it, 2 copies of Moby's Hotel album and a ton of CDs and plumbing tools in the trunk. Some fucking scumbag smashed his window and stole it all. My poor baby. He had a flat tire earlier in the week, then this happened. On Sunday morning, he had a $90 ticket on his windshieild, which I am going to try to contest. ]
After concert, Dio and I were so pumped up.
Dio is so friggin' cute! He can even pull off these frames...
Strikin' a pose, post-show. This made me laugh at loud at work this morning.
We wanted to go shake our groove things at a club somewhere, but we fell asleep in 5 minutes watching Saturday Night Live instead. (Did they do a "Gays In Space" skit, or was I dreaming? Baaaaad skit, either way. Pull it together, SNL!)
After a nice 8 hours of sleep, we awoke at 9am, still excited from the night before. LL's brother was in town, so we all watched Ocean's 12 (my GOD, that shit was pretty awful!!! What happened to the fun of the first film? Catherine Zeta Jones fucked it all up. I blame it on her. And a shitty script.)
We then headed over to Bucktown for brunch. (The word BRUNCH is so damned pretentious, but we ordered off the brunch menu, so there you go.) LL's bro is from NYC and said he felt right at home in Bucktown. It's a fun, hip little area. Maybe I should consider it when I move... hmmm...
Since Mother Nature is still being a prick tease, the weather was nice and sunny, but not very nice. Pretty chilly. But we braved the cold and headed outdoors for a game of Bocce ball in the front yard. Well, everyone else but me. I wanted to finish watching The Incredibles first, which I loved! I finally joined everyone outside after the movie. I love seeing the looks on people's faces when they walk by and see kids in their mid-20s playing Bocce Ball. Balls were flying everywhere! Over the driveway, down the sidewalk and into the street! The balls would not be controlled!
Dio has no idea how to handle his big balls.
People with dogs that normally come to take a dump on our lawn twice a day were at a loss at what to do. I noticed the dogs would still head straight for the yard, straining at their leashes while their owners would try to keep pulling them along, pretending that their dog doesn't usually take huge dumps on our lawn daily that they never clean up. LL has no compunction with telling people to "get their fucking dog off our lawn! We don't take our dogs to take a dump in front of your house! If we had a dog, that is!" I love that girl.
LL definitely has the biggest balls in this line-up.
In case you care (but why would you unless you are stalking me, and if this is the case, thank you, I am flattered!) this is my street. Always busy, always congested, always interesting. It's the ultimate place to have a big front yard and porch. Some people are just begging to be fucked with.