Fleetwood. And Mac. And Nicks. And Buckingham.

A short review here.

We went to see Fleetwood Mac at the Garden last night. Missed Broadway's one minute of darkness for Natasha Richardson because that was when the show started, and we were already inside.

The concert was fantastic. (I almost said "awesome" but that word is so overused it's starting to develop the connotation "passable.") Stevie Nicks seemed to be avoiding all of her high notes (especially on "Dreams," which started the show), but still was in great voice and I wonder if she even really needed to do that. Lindsey Buckingham and Mick Fleetwood continue to be the same musical maniacs they've always been. I could have done without the guy in the aisle leaning on me, and worse, breathing on me with his stale beer breath, as he tried to find his lost seat. He eventually went away. And let me just add here: "Yuck."

A few young women across the aisle from us became quite animated at the end of "Silver Springs," angrily pointing and gesturing while singing along- with the lyrics: "You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you." No, none of us women could relate to that.



When Technology Fails

I got a text message this morning from a friend of mine.

"Stoopid [sic] question. Do you have [my ex husband's] cell number?"

I called her back to tell her I couldn't find it, and she explained that the problem was she was heading over to pick up a few of her things that were still in the apartment, and the buzzer wasn't working. She was supposed to call him when she got there... except....

"Wait a minute," she said, "Did we have land line?"

"You don't remember if you had a land line? You were married.... you were living there... "

"Wait. I think he had a phone in his home office. Let me try this one."

Nope. Disconnected.

I was instructed to send him an email to tell him that she would be outside of his building at the designated time, and that he should either call her, or just let her in.

I got a call an hour later. He hadn't gotten the email (because, of course, he wasn't looking for it), so she had resorted to screaming his name from the street.

He buzzed her in. Problem solved.



People in the Cheaper Seats, Clap Your Hands

I thought this subject was done for me, but then I wound up having a discussion this morning with someone who got me thinking. He had asked me, and I paraphrase, because I don't remember exactly how he worded it, whether I thought that Springsteen should do what other acts do: charge more for his tickets, since people are going to resell them for more anyway. My response was that -- again, this is approximate -- I love the fact that Bruce keeps his prices down, and what, is music only for the rich?

I kept thinking about this throughout my day, and I realized it's more than that. Because scalping tickets is no longer against the law, at least in this state, scalpers can charge anything they want. If the only solution to ward off resale is to raise the tickets prices to "market value" (kinda like the outrageous and unreasonable rent prices we have here in New York, but that's another rant), that basically means the scalpers are determining what Bruce's ticket prices are going to be, NOT HIM.

It's a price war, only in reverse.

I think Bruce Springsteen might be able to fill a stadium with rich people. Thing is, maybe he doesn't want to.

Okay, I'm done now.

original post(s):
Ticketmaster, We Have a Problem
Ticketmaster, We Have a Problem Update
Bruce Gets the Last Word



A Timely Subject

This was created for a contest sponsored by AARP. People were asked to submit a video with the theme "U@50." This one came in second. I saw the one that won the grand prize, and I have to say, it looked like an ad for Celebrex (not a good thing) compared to this one.

(Watch it all the way through.)




This was almost too predictable. Didn't we ALL see this coming?

The only news item in recent years that I've found less surprising was when I heard that Paul McCartney and Heather Mills were splitting up.

But one this is a close second:

"Alaska Gov. Palin's daughter, fiance break up

By RACHEL D'ORO – 15 minutes ago

WASILLA, Alaska (AP) — Levi Johnston and Bristol Palin, the teenage daughter of Gov. Sarah Palin, have broken off their engagement, he said Wednesday, about 2 1/2 months after the couple had a baby...."

rest of the story is here.

Gee, who could have guessed THAT relationship would fail?




Finally over my bronchitis. I have been neglecting this blog, of course, because I was too busy coughing. Anyway, I had to post these videos, because they are so cool.

The dancing:

The singing:


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