colleen and i went to the house of blues last night to see Ingrid Michaelson and Greg Laswell and it might have been the best concert i have ever been to in my life and that's saying a lot.
not only is she a phenomenal songwriter and singer, she is quirky to a point where you just laugh and feel like you're sitting in a (giant) living room having a jam session. She was incredibly captivating. There were more than a few points in the concert where I got that overwhelming connected feeling that everyone is just caught up in a moment of standing still while everything else around is fast forwarding, and in that moment life becomes questionable and intense. at the end of the concert, everyone took out thier cell phones in a 1960's moment and waved them in the air as the lights went down to a dark soft blue and she sang an encore of "i cant help falling in love with you" and I think everyone got a little teary.
I got home around 11:30 or so and sat on the couch with a yellow notepad and a red pen and wrote. I wrote song after song and wished I could play my baby taylor better than the self taught sloppy fingering that i learned while sitting in my harry potter closet and on big white chairs on the porch of A-4, but to have those memories of watching students in the quad at 3am is more worth it than sitting in a cold music room all alone. I should have brought my notepad and guitar to work today so I could work on them more. Eventually I went to bed and continued to write and fell asleep with the light on, only to wake up when james walked in to see why i was awake at 6am.
Music always makes me question and think. We are here for a bigger purpose and i get caught up in my day to day life where everything has a place. But in the real world, nothing has a place and it's a big somewhat organized chaos, kind of like half the songs Ingrid sang last night. It was a reminder that I'm meant for bigger things. Much bigger things. It reminds me that I need more than just what is comfortable, what is given to me. i need to be caught up in a whirlwind to find my place.
And I think I like how the day sounds
Like how the day sounds through this new song
O wind won't you take me up to the sky
I can get a good look down at this life of mine
River won't you take me out and to the sea
I can get a good look back at the land that grounds me
-Greg Laswell
But as strong as I seem to think I am my distressing damsel,
She comes out at night when the moon's filled up and your eyes are
bright, then I think I simply aught to
Fall over, fall over, fall overboard, overboard.
Fall overboard just so you can catch me.
You can catch me.
-Ingrid Michaelson
