Euphoria

I had waited a long time for this. It came and is now embedded as a memory, not merely a memory of what it was, but a memory of how it felt. No, it’s not sex you over-assuming perverts. It was just a concert. I knew every song and almost every word. Inhibitions withdrawn, I transcended into this swoon of satisfaction, and let go. Almost voiceless and tired after, not to mention deflowered, I finally understood what I could only see on Ali’s face at the Iron Maiden concert in March of 2007. It’s this weird feeling of how everything makes sense, and everything is so right. I almost can’t believe the power of music at times, and the power that live music unfurls is only amplified.

I thank Tarryn for taking me to Houston and back. matchbox twenty rocked the kasbah, or rather the Toyota Center, and I don’t care how anyone else feels or felt about it, but I feel and felt bloody great. I guess I needed the release to some extent. I was having a crappy day thanks to the over-paranoid nature that I sometimes seem to illicit within me, but MB20 sorted all that out. Michael Buble, a night earlier, was brilliant too. His concert was more chilled though, in contrast to the energetic, heart-stomping matchboxers. 2 kick-ass concerts in 2 days – I like very much so, lots of.

ICA (& ISA) is bringing Penn Masala’s booties down to UT and that should also be fairly entertaining. A Capella is fascinating, eh? Ever heard of “vocal play”? Naturally 7, who opened for Michael Buble, are “vocal players”. Ali, you should have heard how one of the dudes belted out a distorted guitar solo. It was unfriggin’ believable. I’ll post videos on FB soon.

Talking about ICA, a bunch of the ICA committee just pulled an all-nighter to put together the “Swing-Out Application”, in our quest to capture the unprecedented-ly glorious award of “Most Outstanding Organization”. I was, as usual, making a video – turned out decent enough.

In other self-obsessed news, I and Jason and Tarryn have Bon Jovi to look forward to this April. Ali will probably automatically, emotionally and mentally, message the brain-centers of the world how brilliant a Bon Jovi experience can be – it’s a pity how some arrogant, insecure guys frame them as “gay”. That’s either defensive pessimism or downright superficial. Go die on a prayer, losers.

P.S. 19 feels the same as 18. Birthdays are over-rated.