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June 19, 2008
Alicia Keys
We went to see Alicia Keys last night at Madison Square Garden. Her opening act was Jordan Sparks, who I didn't vote for, and Ne-Yo, who put on a really good performance. He was far more impressive than Ms. Sparks, and I think he just earned himself a new fan. Ne-Yo was joined by Rihanna for one of their songs which sent the crowd into a frenzy - but first, I think we should talk about Alicia Keys' jeans.
I want to know who makes her jeans. I want a pair. Maybe, and this is a big maybe, they can make my ass look as good as hers. I also want to be back-lit at all times. I want to walk around as a silhouette in Alicia Keys' jeans. I think that and a team of dancers surrounding me would help my self-esteem significantly.
Speaking of self-esteem...
I would like to address this portion of the blog to Jordan Sparks. Ms. Sparks, it is a disgrace to the musicians who have graced the stage at MSG when you ask your audience to GIVE YOU A STANDING OVATION!
Ms. Sparks was on stage, and asked people to stand up for her. She even threatened to not play her song unless the audience complied with her demands. The arena was at best, hallf-full and only the AI worshipers were paying attention. She performed like a girl who was picked from a crowd to perform on stage at her idol's concert, as opposed to a performer. Ms. Sparks, we are not there to entertain you and fulfill your desires - we are there to hear you perform.
After the Sweet 16 karaoke performance of Ms. Sparks, Ne-Yo came on stage. Not being a very big fan of any new music, I found myself surprised. It could have been the tuxedo he was wearing, because really, who doesn't like a man in a tux? - but I think it was the homage to Marvin Gaye that let me know he might be serious about his music. The songs were soulful and his performance energetic. The crowd definitely enjoyed him, and when Rihanna joined him onstage the crowd, without prompting, all got on their feet. That's how it should work, Jordan.
Alicia came out soon after without a lot of concert foreplay, and had a consistently good vocal and energy levels throughout the show. She seemed happy to be where she was: letting the crowd belt out the more popular songs and telling stories as segues from song to song.
It was an enjoyable evening, despite that fact that I turned into a bawling lunatic after a discussion about tuxedos with my fiance. My next post will be about PMS and its affect on normally logical women.
Posted by lysa at 9:36 AM | Comments (5)
June 12, 2008
Odd as it may seem
Sundress lady was on the train again. Same sundress!
This time I just read my book and shut up. What do ya'll make of this?
Posted by lysa at 9:12 AM | Comments (6)
June 11, 2008
If your breast was hanging out on the subway...
Wouldn't you want to know?
So I'm getting on the train this morning, and notice a woman in a really pretty sundress. It was one of the ones I used to wear as a kid, with a crinkly, elastic panel in the back. I wondered where her bra was, because in my world, you just can't go out without support without getting arrested. Low and behold, she wasn't wearing one. Cheers, Hooray, Yeah for her and her cute little sundress.
The train tumbles into the station and it's mostly empty. We're only the second stop on the line, and things don't get busy for a few more stops. I look over at sundress woman and her boob is in plain site. Nipple and all were on full display. The front of the dress was shaped like a loose fitted V, and when she sat down, the top part lost it tautness and slouched, henceforth displaying boobage.
Now, I know that if that were my boob, I would want someone to tell me right quick. I'd want to know, without hint or analogy that my girls were available for viewing. So, I mulled this decision over for a few and walked over to her and told her. I imagine it went something like this:
"I-don't-wanna-seem-creepy-but-i-would-want-to-know-that-your-breast-is-
readily-exposed-to-the-other-side-of-the-train".
She of course replied "hrmm?"
I slowed down and repeated myself, expecting a hug or a widening of the eyes, or *something*, and I think she just mumbled. I went back to my seat, put my sunglasses on, and engaged in the the worlds most interesting game of Solitaire. So interesting, in fact, that I missed my stop.
In other wonderful news, someone e-mailed me to tell me that they stumbled across doyouknowpetecho.com and KNEW THE CHO! That blog might be coming back to life - Woot!
Posted by lysa at 9:14 AM | Comments (6)