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John Mayer rocks my world!
I’m still on such a high from seeing John Mayer last night. He was on from 9:15pm til about 11pm, nearly two hours of JM goodness. Wee!! I could get hit by a bus tomorrow and I’d die happy because I’ve heard Comfortable, Love Song for No One and Your Body is a Wonderland live.
Even the couple who decided to go at it in front of us during the last quarter of the concert didn’t distract from a fantastic performance. Pity the guys wanted to go home straight away, I was all set to do some stalking after the show ;)
I liked how he had a lot of crowd interaction happening, you could tell how humble and genuine he really is. His intro before Love Song for No One was a classic. He was talking about how every Friday or Saturday night he always stops and thinks that there's lots of sex going on. That when he’s touring and checks into a hotel he thinks about all the people in the hotel who are having sex tonight "...and then my first thought is: how do I break into that circle?" Hee. And just after playing Comfortable the guy behind me screamed out "sleep with my wife" to which John replied "that’s a song I wrote a long time ago... my dad asked me to write it!" Bwaha.
 The set list was great, every song was played differently to what you hear on the album and it was good to see him throw in some of his non-Room for Squares songs. I really wanted to hear Love Soon and The Wind Cries Mary but he didn’t play them. Ah well, I can’t complain. He threw in snippets from Girls Wanna Have Fun and In My Place too which I thought was a quite cool.
Your Body is a Wonderland sounded a hundred times better live than on the album, it doesn’t have that farm music beat/overlay/thing to it (err, forgive my ignorance to what the technical term is) and just had the guitars going. Not Myself was beautiful, with John ending it with a bit of We Never Change.
 His solo’s in all of the songs were freaking mesmerising, the man is a genius with a guitar. He went off during Covered in Rain, Love Song for No One and Neon (which kicked ass). Damn good ear candy indeed.
The crowd fell silent in so many parts of the concert as they watched and listened in awe. Seriously, during his encore with Comfortable when it was just him and his guitar, the place was completely silent as everyone listened to him do his stuff. It has always been my favourite song and hearing it live was just, wow.
John Mayer can do no wrong as far as I'm concerned, his dorky faces and his quasi-dancing make him all the more cuter. He has definitely secured a position in my top 5 favourite musicians. After admiring him (and his music too I guess, hee) for a while now I am so glad I had the chance to see him live.
The lighting made it hard to take pictures, but I got a few good ones. My pictures from the concert can be found here.
I *heart*you John Mayer.
Music to my ears: 'Into Your Atmosphere' by John Mayer
(This is his newest song, go and download it if you haven't already got it)
Musical bliss...
I just got home from seeing John Mayer play live at The Metro, and I just have to say
It was fucking awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!
He was amazing. I knew he was good but damn, the guy has mad guitar skills. I loved the dorky faces he made during his songs and the stuff he was saying to the crowd inbetween. If only I had more money I'd haul my ass to Brisbane to see him play there too!
The set list:
Why Georgia
No Such Thing
Back to You
City Love
Covered in Rain
Your Body is a Wonderland
Love Song for No One (this totally rocked, his intro was hilarious)
Something's Missing
83
Not Myself
My Stupid Mouth
3x5
Encore:
Comfortable (by far my fave song, it was just him and his guitar...so beautiful)
Neon
More concert talk and pictures (40 of them, hee) to come. Right now I have to try and cram for a quiz I have tomorrow morning at 9am...
What's in a name?
“Larissa! Hey, how’s it going? Haven’t seen you in a while!”
“Um hi, I’m good thanks. How are you?”
I’m so good with remembering people’s names. Really. I rock. I usually only need one introduction and I remember, so you can imagine my frustration when I ran into some guy after work today who obviously knew me and I could not for the life of me recall his name. It was like one of those annoying times when you’re trying to think of a movie title/song lyric/word but you can’t and it bugs the crap out of you until you do.
Ten minutes into the conversation and I still couldn’t put a name to his face. Was he a customer? No. Did I have a class with him? No. Is he a friend’s ex? No. I was listing off so many possibilities in my head and couldn’t find a match. It would have been fine if my friend Brett hadn’t come along…
“Hey Laris”
“Hey Brett, this is um…err, my uh, friend….yeah...”
“You don’t remember who I am do you?”
It turns out Michael is the older brother of a girl who I used to dance with. Man, that definitely ranks up there in one of my embarrassing/stupid moments of the year.
The incident inspired Brett and I to have a competition. We’re picking out a person’s name and seeing if we can meet 26 people with that name. Why 26? Because there is 26 different letters of the alphabet that their last name has to start with. I’ve gone for the name Michael and he’s chosen the name Sarah. I’ve got the letters A-E, K-P and S covered, only 14 more to go. This may take a while, but the first to get the complete set wins $50.
In other news: Rob's boyfriend Trent is guest starring on Home and Away as an autistic boy called Mikey (or is it Mickey?) He'll be on it for a couple more episodes because he was filming for three weeks, but it's kinda weird seeing him play a 16 year-old boy when I know he's 24 year-old budding script writer. I haven't watched the show in years, so I was all kinds of confused watching it with all these new characters. Further testament to my cluelessness about Australian produced TV shows was made evident the other night as I was channel surfing and came across a show called White Collar Blue. As I was watching it I was like hey, that beach looks familiar and wow, that park looks like the one I usually jog past...wait, it is the park I jog past! I had no idea that the show was filmed around my area! Regardless, I'll still take my beloved American TV shows over Aussie crap stuff any day. Bring on The West Wing, Sex and the City and Gilmore Girls!
Music to my ears: 'A Sorta Fairytale' by Tori Amos
(Her new CD hits stores here on Monday, woohoo! She's currently touring with Howie Day in the USA, now THAT would be an awesome concert to go and see. Why can't they come down here?! Grrr)
What a dizzy dance...
“What did you just say?”
“Yeah, he really likes you. He was the one that sent you…why are you looking at me like that for? Ah fuck, I think I just said something I shouldn’t have”
“You can’t be serious. You guys are so full of shit”
“Laris if we were characters on a TV show a cheesy, unrequited love song would be playing in the background whenever he sees you”
“How could you not know? It’s so obvious”
Obvious? Am I that blind? Or was I too busy chasing after something else that I didn’t notice what was right in front of me?
*sighs*
I feel as if I’m dancing this slow, sweet tango by myself and if I’m not careful I'm just going to start going round and round in circles.
I know he would gladly join me if I only let him. But he’s not the one I want, and I’ve never been one to go into something half-heartedly. He deserves more than that.
Music to my ears: "Blue" by Joni Mitchell
The weekend that was...
This weekend has been full of surprises. For the moment, all I have to say is I should be crowned Miss Oblivious 2002. I’m still trying to process the piece of information that a little birdie accidentally let slip…
Moving on. Friday night was very cool indeed. We were invited to perform five dances at a concert that showcased dance schools that had won prizes at Eisteddfods around Sydney during the year. I have to say, even after years of this I still get a kick out of performing on stage. And even after all this time, my parents still come and watch me dance. They had pretty crappy seats but dad took a couple of pictures of the dances I was in.
 
 
 Last night was Owen’s 21st birthday party. "I’d like to thank you all for coming, and especially Mr. Johnson…who came 21 years ago". I guess you had to be there, but the speech that Andrew gave was one of the funniest 21st speeches I’ve ever heard. Much fun was had by all, especially when we gave Owen his joke present of fluffy handcuffs and an inflatable doll. Boys and their toys…   
 
 
More...
Music to my ears: 'Eggplant' by Train
You're the face before the camera, the smile I'd like to earn
I got flowers delivered to me at work yesterday afternoon, and that was written on the card. I think it's a line from a song, but I'm not too sure.
 I was surprised since I never get given flowers and because the little card didn't say who they were from. I thought it could have been my friends playing a joke but I've bugged them about it and each one claimed it wasn't them- they also haven't stopped teasing me about it.
My dad now thinks I have a boyfriend I haven't told him about, haha.
I'm intrigued, I don't know anyone who'd want to give me flowers.
Then out of nowhere, put me right back there...
I know I've posted this before, but I'm posting it again because a) this is my blog and I can, and b) try as I might, I can’t seem to make this go away.
*** "we couldn't all be cowboys
so some of us are clowns
and some of us are dancers on the midway
we roam from town to town
i hope that everybody can find a little flame
me, i say my prayers,
then i just light
myself on fire
and i walk out on the wire once again..." Yeah. We couldn't all be cowboys so some of us are clowns and some of us are dancers on the midway. We all roam from town to town (relationships to relationships; feelings to feelings; moments to moments). This song, "Goodnight Elisabeth", kinda emphasises what I'm feeling these days. It's a little of everything to do with love and love passing by. "if you wrap yourself in daffodils
i will wrap myself in pain
and if you're the queen of california
baby i am the king of the rain..." You may not know the feeling but this much I'll tell you: I'll wrap myself in pain.
It isn't pain like a brokenheart or where tears will endlessly flow. It's more of the feeling where you finally realise that you cannot or may never get the chance to hold the love of the person you do love. It then becomes a sad irony of wanting and needing. For a moment, every breath that love exhales, you want to be the person to inhale it.
It's about having feelings for someone who seems unattainable but you just can't help it because, when you're there, you're there.
***
Some of us know this feeling all too well. This kind of waiting and wishing, and hating and wanting, and fists clenching tight for no reason whatsoever. It’s a matter of stress coupled with inability. Inability to speak up or walk forward, preferring to wait for the wanting to pass, and wanting for nothing but simple factors to be aligned, certain games to be played out and beaten.
It’s all too pathetic to continue and wallow. I think I’ll just stop here.
I don't know how but I know I want out
Music to my ears: "Clarity" by Jimmy Eat World
Wow, my most excellent buddy RJ won a gold medal at the 2002 Asian Games in Busan!! Woo-hoo.
You know, I used to think it was such a pointless sport until RJ and my cousins (who are/were also on The Philippine team) dragged me along to some of their tournaments when I visited the Philippines to prove to me that it was a sport with a high degree of difficulty. I was impressed when I saw them play, it was really hard and quite tricky. Actually, I think the real reason they took me along was so I could cheer like a groupie and make them look popular ;)
CONGRATS RJ!!!!!!!
*throws confetti*
I told ya you'd come away with a medal!
Buggered
I’ve had a rather fun filled weekend hitting the clubs and the beach…well it was fun filled apart from the hella sore feet, a lost voice, a broken shoe (hehe, don’t ask), getting sunburnt and losing my $200 sunnies. Gah.
I have heard enough RnB and manufactured pop over the last three nights to last me until Christmas. I will scream if I hear that damn Hot in Herre song again. Enough. No more Nelly. Please. Make it STOP. I need to listen to some David Gray and Guster to get some music equilibrium in my head.
Do you know the extent of your charisma? What a line. I think he has been taking lessons at the Mr. ‘I-like-you-just-as-you-are’ Darcy School of Pimping. It might have worked if I was the type to hook up with a random guy at a club, but sorry, that's not my thing.
I look forward to…
Watching TV the other day I caught part of a new ad:
“I look forward to the day that Kylie takes over the world”
Now if that isn’t confirmation about The Thorpedo's sexual preference I don’t know what is. I don’t think any heterosexual guy would freely admit to that. On National TV.
“So what do you look forward to Larissa?”
When Jas asked me that question a million things came to mind, but they were too embarrassing to admit.
“Uh, one thing I look forward to is being a mother. Not anytime soon but eventually”
“I can totally picture you pregnant. *laughs* I can see you talking and reading bedtime stories to your bump”
I would do that or get my husband to since I've always had a thing for people reading to me (shut up). I can also picture myself being one of those women screaming “It's all YOUR fault that I feel like I'm giving birth to a watermelon whilst doing the splits over a crate of fucking dynamite. I'M NEVER HAVING SEX WITH YOU AGAIN YOU ASSHOLE” at my husband during labour.
I think our lives are made up of a succession of supremely wonderful moments strung together by mediocrity. I guess I look forward to having more of those sublimely happy instances that are fulfilling enough to keep me sustained and content during times when things aren’t as wonderful.
Music to my ears: 'Sail Away' by David Gray
Fun in the sun
I love this weather, and if it’s any indication of what summer is going to be like then I cannot wait until it finally rolls around. Lazy afternoons sitting on the beach, beach cricket and touch footy, walking along the Esplanade, BBQ’s, pool parties, jet skiing around the bay, picnics, walks in the national park. Nice.
Is there a certain amount of salt water one can swallow before it becomes too dangerous? I think I’ve surpassed the quota after this week’s beach activities. The guys have been trying to teach me how to surf and well, I suck. I stand up for like 2 seconds before completely loosing balance and get dumped by the waves. I think I shall stick to perving on them admiring their surfing skills from the sand.
The long weekend
Ah, the weekend is finally here and it's time for my friends and I to get our groove on! I'd be even more hyped if The Sharks were in the grand final on Sunday, but was not to be (AGAIN). I am going to be so buggered come Monday since I'm going out tonight, tomorrow night and Sunday night, as well as working the next three mornings in a row...
Happy Birthday to all my first week of October pals- Chaz *mwah*, Leif, Court, Dave, YL, Lels, May and Fi!
Hee! I know I sound like a little teeny bopper (and I don't care), but I got tickets and I'm so looking forward to seeing him play. Shan and I are meeting up to do some stalking after the show, so if anyone else would like to meet up drop me a line.
Music to my ears: 'The Middle' by Jimmy Eat World
Between something and nothing...
Someone once told me that every person has something special, something unique to offer, and that we have to be sensitive enough to the people our life paths cross to be able to give and receive this exchange.
I think that's so true.
Forgetting all I’m lacking
Completely incomplete
It's kind of strange how life brings people together, without little coincidences we might never have met. And even now I wonder how, but I don't wonder why anymore.
I don't know what I’m diving into
I guess sometimes people are meant to meet, so they can share that specialness and uniqueness with each other.
It's been really great. I just wanted to tell you that.
I’m running and I question where to go
But now, I don't know. I don't know what's changed. But it does seem like something is changed. Between you and me.
Just between you and me.
Or is it just me?
I'm standing here until you make me move
Just hanging by a moment here with you
Music to my ears:: 'Hanging by a Moment' (acoustic) by Lifehouse
(3 minutes of musical goodness, so much better than the version played to death on the radio)
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