It means a trip to The State Up North, but The Husband can pretend it's a fact-finding mission or something. The tickets have been purchased after an hour-long fight with the presale site. I could've had row H, right up front, but for some reason they wouldn't load in the cart, and even adding an account under The Husband's login couldn't resurrect them from the ether. Instead I got the front row of the balcony. No one in front of us, and we can sit through the whole thing if we choose to.
Hey, we're fat and I'm lazy. Sue me.
So, yeah, Crowded House. Broke up, drummer killed himself, no hope in the world, then they get back together.
Desperate for money, or a tickling whisper in the ear from God? After all, the losing streak I was on--Toad the Wet Sprocket, Crowded House...there are others that escape me at the moment, and no, Duran Duran doesn't count because they've always been putting out albums--every band I've ever loved broke up. And now they're all getting back together!!!
Since I'm an atheist, I'll go with Door #1.
Just in case you're wondering, my Second All-Time Favoriteist Band In All The World After Duran Duran is probably best know for the following:
However, I'm totally obsessed with the song below at the moment. It's the live version so you can pretend you're at the show with us.
When I'm in the shower imagining what I would sing during the Final Two show of American Idol I'm performing on (being the favorite to win, of course), this is the song I pick as my free choice, because it's awesome and bombastic in all the right places and could (if arranged correctly) involve an orchestral accompaniment and possibly a choir. I would SO WIN.
Paul Hester, RIP