i am sorry i did not sing every word, or any word, along with the crowd during no children tonight. i know them. all of them. i sang in my head, moving my tongue a bit, articulating all the words to myself and nobody else. i am not good at showing enthusiasm in large groups. lame, i know.
i was glad i got to see you. there were a lot of people. you have gotten famous. i am happy for you for sure, but it is odd to realize that everyone ELSE connects to you and your songs. sometimes i think you wrote them just for me. i would talk about the smaller, more intimate shows i have seen you play in the past but then i would annoy myself, like that girl in the bathroom line annoyed me. she was there to see the opening man, not you. telling us that gave her scene points of some sort. clearly if she is just there for the OPENER then she knows something. i wanted to tell her that i had closed my heart off to all men with acoustic guitars. that i had enough between sir john, damien j not r and the rocky v. that i will listen to new men on the pandora but cannot let my heart or my itunes out any further.
anyways, you seem happier. i think you eat now and no, i am not calling you fat. i think i am happier now too and i am eating more as well. The first time i saw you we both seemed distraught. i got drunk and angry and slept in my car. the story is more interesting than that but i will save that for later.
