I'm waiting for inspiration
An idea from on high
The bands are changing
But never my mind

I'm all alone with a rapdly untrue blank piece of paper that I had to work hard to find in a half-empty, almost full notebook. It's half empty because most of the pages have been ripped out. But almost full, because most of the pages remaining have writing on them.
Tyr says, "Hi, webpage readers!"
There are lots of margins and half pages where I can put stuff that I think of, though. Two problems remain. Thinking of something to write and finding it again, once I close the notebook. I'm sure that if I thought about that some more I could make it into a metaphor for life, but I have forgotten why by now. This looks like a wonderfully large amount of gibberish on paper, but I'm sure once I type it, it will be disappointingly short.

Weird experience of the concert: Having a perfect stranger walk by and greet me by name. I know a lot of people, any number of which I could imagine being at a Train/MB20 concert, but I really didn't recognize this person at all. She was walking by and said, "Hi, James." So I looked up and said hello, kind of quizacally. She stopped walking and goes, "Ohmigod, that never works!" She didn't know Tyr's name, though, so she asked him. Then she pointed out to us where she was sitting and said we should stop by later. A couple minutes later, I noticed Jill (my brother's girlfirned, who drove with Tyr and me to the concert and was meeting some of her friends there) waving from that group of people. So, we figured out that Jill must have put Miranda up to it. *shrug* It was amusing and surreal nonetheless.

So, that's all the stuff I wrote down at the concert while we were waiting for 7Mary3 to start. It's Wednesday night now, and I'm up at RPI, typing on el-retardo keyboard, which won't let me be lazy and use my right hand for 'b' and my left hand for 'y', like I usually would do. It kinda throws me off.

The concert was fannnnnntastic. 7Mary3 was great, gonna hafta look up some of their songs, once I get my high speed connection back. Train was awesome, Pat Monahan was so funny. Matchbox Twenty was great, too. I had a lot of fun, singing and dancing, and I did awful, awful things to my voice. I hope some day it will forgive me, but that day will probably not be soon. *grin*

Maybe more tomorrow. Lullaby, and good night.

I've been informed that 7Mary3 is obnoxious, drunk, and loud in person. And they hurt Val. So don't buy their CD.