I had the greatest pleasure of popping over to the Knitting Factory tonight to see my precious peanut, James Morrison (Thanks Jordan!!). What an amazing talent! As the show started, I realized it was elimination hour on American Idol and I started to think, when my Melinda wins in a few short weeks, how over-the-top fabulous would it be if she and James did a duet? My wet panties could fill the drought to so many empoverished nations. All I do is give...
James' musicality and voice was simply stunning and I am excited to watch his career expand globally. Work it, boy!
I will say...and please inform all your friends and enemies...
If you are at a singer-songwriter show in a small venue, please...for the love of everything that's sacred in this world...do NOT pump your hands in the air and sing along. Do not grind your hips and do the "slutty sorority girl dance" (You all know exactly what I'm talking about...). You are not at a Black Eyed Peas show. You are not at a Dave Matthews show. Do not yell "Daaaavveeee" (or in this case, "Jaaammmeeess").
I mean, seriously. How the fuck do these people function in the world with that ENTIRE toolbox shoved up their asses. If you punch them, will a screwdriver tumble out? Did their mothers have any vaginal lining left after birthing such massive teabags? I do wonder...
Besides the horrifying Tri-Delt sores scattered throughout the mostly industry crowd, everything else was spectacular and I certainly will be seeing him Britishness the next time he comes to town.
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