Tuesday, July 11, 2006

I am watching Bruce Springsteen circa 1975 playing a show in London on this DVD, and it is amazing. He is amazing, and so hot, such a force in those early days, filled with the spirit and really at that point, the rock star.

Earlier tonight, I saw another concert, this one not on my television, rather outside in the heat at the World Financial Center on the Hudson, saw Puffy AmiYumi play, and I was worried that they weren't going to play my favorite song of theirs, the brand spanking new "Radio Tokyo," which, if you haven't heard it, is amazing, but they saved it for their encore, and made me so happy. It was such a weird crowd. There were so many little girls there, and I am sure that is probably because they are fans of the band's Cartoon Network show. Scattered amongst those, lots of hipsters, lots of Asians, lots of families, and lots of high school kids. I was in love with a boy until I saw his friends come over to him, all of them so young looking, and realized that they must be his peers, that he, too, probably also was 15 or 16.

I am not in the mood to say much here because Bruce is playing on my television as I write this and distracting me, but I am reading Maurice and really loving it, and this is for Bri, and for those of you that might actually appreciate it - it has been burned in my mind since Sunday when I saw the World Cup. Thankfully, the screencaps have made their way to the Internet and provided me masturbation fodder for days. Enjoy!

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