Ah, the power of powers....

A perrenial late night conversation starter....Superpowers. Talk about your regressive therapy!

1. If you could have a super power, which one would you have?
I find this amusing. I always wanted teleportation. And imagined it as line-of-sight teleportation, aka LIMITED. No overreaching for me, I was staying within my points budget. I used to fantaisize about which building I'd teleport to the top of and where to from there when I was walking to my college classes. It's so funny that I wouldn't just go with teleportation and had this need to limit it.

2. What would be your supername?
Er. Do I have to have one? Why do I have to be a superhero if I have a power? Can't I just hide? (still the me that wants a LIMITED superpower talking here.)

3. Who would be your arch-nemesis and what would be their superpower?
Nope. Don't want one. But if I had to, it would be somebody mean and nasty who hurt my feelings.
Insenitivity, I guess. We could call them The Bull. As in bull-in-a-china-shop, and/or bully.

4. Who would be your sidekick and would they have a superpower?
nope...I'm not important enough to have a sidekick. Though I could imagine BEING one.

5. What would be your motto?
*Erk*

As you can see, I was too scared to be a super hero....
I think I just found my meditation subject for a while, actually.

Don't Always Look at the Rain

Some people I know have given up on their lives
Drowning their sorrows, and mumblin', and forgot the fight
We can tip the balance we can break those barriers down
Little things count as much as the big and turn it all around
( more lyrics )

Last Saturday night, illyaa and I went to see Howard Jones in concert at the Royal Oak Music Theatre. (Thanks again to therck for having the girls over!!!!)

It was about as awesome as possible. Almost. At least until the end.

We got there before the doors opened at 7pm, having had dinner just around the corner at a neat seafood restaurant. I was the fifth person in the door. We got seats at one of the high-top tables right in front of the stage. The electric piano was about seven or eight feet in front of me. *mild swoon* I had some wine. We waited and the venue slowly filled with people. I bought the dvd of the Salt Lake acoustic show that was for sale, and Piano Solos finally. I haven't even watched or listened to either of them yet.

HoJo told great stories about his songs. The story about the song above included the fact that he recently went to the wedding of the Joseph mentioned in the lyrics (Joseph who's five years old, stops fights in his playground yard). He sang quite a lot of hits and favorites. He interrupted himself singing Life in One Day more than once to tell us all how he's changed his mind about certain ideas in expressed the lyrics. There were three new songs slated for the upcoming album sprinkled through. He broke into Elton John's Tiny Dancer at one point which seems to have not been on the planned set list--the guitarist was having to work minor miracles to stay with him it seemed--which was amusing as well. This was due to a story about how he didn't get to do an acapella version of Life in One Day with his backup singers at Live Aid, supposedly because Elton's piano had troubles, but they got to do it for certain Brit rock gliterati backstage at least.

Also, unexpectedly-to-me, they did an acoustic version of The Prisoner. This has a great Do-Do-Do-Dooo melody line in it, and is musically one of my favorite songs of HoJo's. But, as he described, it's kind of about having a stalker. It starts You have watched me, safe in your anonymity. He said something about having wanted a stalker, as a joke, actually. Unfortunately, I believe he came to regret these words later in the evening. During the last song to two of the second set, a few fans started getting downright annoying. A fan made as if she were going to rush the stage. (illyaa says he heard her talking to her companion, and they were drunk...he heard them slurring their words in conversation.) I was alarmed about this, and remember thinking I might have to tackle this person. I remember tensing to do this. One fan kept begging loudly to hear a particular song from the latest electronic album (Respected...good song actually). Another, or maybe it was the same one, kept yelling "I love you Howard" and other inapporpriate remarks.

So Howard and guitarist Robin Boult did only one encore song; they bowed *behind* the chairs and instruments to the standing ovation. The house lights came up right quick. Security people were out in front of the stage telling us all to go home. Bummer, but totally understandable. I'd been hoping for a meet and greet. I'd even brought along a silver sharpie and a CD single to get an autograph on. I sent Howard an email the next day (hopeless romantic that I am) saying the things I'd been wanting to say in person, thanking him for his work and crediting them in part with digging me out of depression in the last few years. He supposedly reads emails sent to him.

Still totally awesome.