foreword

Today I contemplate the Evil of Man.

DON’T READ BEYOND THIS LINE!

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Well,

Obviously you did. 

I think my estate has someone new and young in the management committee. First they decided to incorporate a little wit in our name for Chinese New Year (Bullion Park became Bull-ion Park), and now we’ve got banners all over telling us about Earth Hour – how cool is that!

Our lobbies are also gonna get a makeover, and the proposed designs are quite modernistic, I must say. Is that even a word? We’ve got the quiet, the SAM machine and lockers, loads of space for cars, a little rabbit pen that you have to discover accidentally if you live at the other end, and we’re right smack at the centre where the CTE, SLE and TPE all join together.

It doesn’t get any better. Except maybe that we don’t have a bus that goes straight to town – but two buses to city hall is good enough most of the time! I love this place. 

Dear Self,

Please keep your mouth shut for your own sake. If unsure when to do so, just shut it anyway. It’ll do you more good than anything else.

Love, Self.

So last Thursday night was the Jason Mraz concert. I can’t say it was fantastic, although Henny was all jumpy and making weird noises. The only exciting moment for me was when the brass trio came over to where our seats were, waited, and suddenly Jason Mraz was pointing in our direction and they started playing. I was pretending to play the saxophone beside the saxophone man and looking quite like an idiot, but it was fun.

But back to the concert itself. Most of the songs played were from the newest album We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things which has got a more laid back, groovy sort of feel on most of its tracks – albeit a little too groovy for my liking – and were performed pretty much similarly to the album. Lucky was kind of odd, getting an artiste who sings a whole different genre to duet with him was not a very good decision on the organizers’ part – I can think of a load of local singers off the top of my head who could have done it more comfortably, and suitably. I guess the organizers just don’t know who they are, and don’t really care either. A good performance from her though.

Live High made me feel as if I were in the middle of a chuch service.

When he played I’m Yours I was going mad, not because of the song but because of the crazy number of cameras that were out for that song! I wish I could put up a picture of the spectacle up, it was if someone had lit up the indoor stadium floors with stardust – and I am not exaggerating. It’s like the hats people are going,”Oh gosh that’s the song we paid $145 for, quick record it down so we can watch it for 2 hours at home later to get our money’s worth!”

Seriously – what’s up with all the hats!

Frankly I much preferred his older stuff. You and I both had a nice start to it, The Remedy was awesome but I couldn’t really hear him with the audience screaming out the chorus of one of the few songs they could sing to, Sleeping to Dream was nice… Oh and Mr Curiosity was a big bonus. Nice.

I was kind of wishing he would play a couple of songs alone, or with Toca only – that is the part of watching singer-songwriters that I have come to love, that raw energy and being able to slow down, speed up or pause whenever you liked – but that was not to be.

Well overall it was okay. Worth the $88 seats, though I wouldn’t pay more for it. I still regret not going for his Esplanade concert a few years back, when he was playing in an acoustic setting.

Next up is the Indigo Girls, that I’m looking forward to! This is a go-broke-with-concerts year. Thought I’d stop at three, and then Rachael Yamagata springs up – still trying to decide if I should watch her again. Time to get a job.