you keep me coming back for more

so my mom likes maroon 5.  i like adam levine’s broodiness.  our fates were sealed – off we headed to the concert downtown.  parking was difficult because:
1.  the concert had already started.
2.  the glorious cleveland indians were in the middle of spanking some lads from the east.
my mom and i wanted to see the game, but had to make a choice.  our walk over to the Q was enjoyable because all the fans at the stadium next door were at their best.  we got inside and realized the hiveswere opening.  the lead singer was so much fun to watch!  good ol’ swedes.  they left the stage and were decent, but most everyone else, in the loges at least, were watching the game.  someone finally got hold of the huge concert screens and broadcasted the final half hour of the game for the entire maroon 5 audience.  it got down to the final extended inning, when mr. hafner hit for the winning run.  the Q exploded in excitement and at that moment, the entire stadium went black and maroon 5 ripped into their current radio signal as all the stage lights came to life.  it was the best opening to a concert i have ever witnessed.

somehow we ended up with ninth row, floor.  the stage was set up with catwalks that went out into the audience, adam’s walk rivaling that of a certain someone else’s.  the live was great and several of the band members played various instruments throughout the evening.  at one point, adam jumped off stage and walked off into the audience.  we were on the aisle and he came and stood three rows in front of us as he sang my mom’s favorite maroon 5 song.  i enjoyed this just fine, but my mom couldn’t stop laughing.  i think she enjoyed it more than i did.

after the concert, it was so fun to walk to our car because people were everywhere.  all the restaurants, bars and clubs up and down the streets of cleveland were open, tons of cars and buses; it was such a shining evening for the city!  we were excited to be a part of it.

live music!  there’s almost nothing better.  except when you get to experience a winning post-season game and a live concert in one.  sigh.  cleveland rocks.

death by kafka

we need the books that affect us like a disaster,
that grieve us deeply,
like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves,
like being banished into forests far from everyone,
like suicide.
a book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.

thanks, denise.