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14 To Infinity, Life, Music To My Ears, Sing Along Song Of The Day 🎤

I had no idea how to tag this …  14 to Infinity, Life, Music To My Ears, or Sing Along Song of the Day so, I tagged them ALL.

Last night, Wednesday June 14, 2017 in the year of our Lord, Metallica came back to San Antonio, Texas.  WorldWired Tour 2017! Fuck yea!!! Take a peek at this San Antonio Current Article.

I got tickets way back when before they sold out to surprise Billy Bob.  He was not surprised.  His mom broke him and he says that he is done with everything.  That my friends is a downer and a story for another day.  Anyway, I had planned to go with Lulu instead but that too is a story for another day.  Enter Sandman (I hear tell that is how they closed out the show) Errr … I mean Enter Pony Boy.

My son-shine, first-born loves Metallica.  I used to joke “is it bad that my 3-year-old knows all the words to One and Enter Sandman?”  Because he did, at age 3!!!! He used to think Sad But True was Sad Patrol and he’d sing along at the top of his lungs.  We never corrected him.  It was cute and to this day when I hear Metallica – Sad But True, I too sing along “Sad Patrol” at the top of my lungs.

Anyway, I offered him my tickets; I just could not see them going to waste.  I took the tickets to him Sunday and Lulu stayed for a long visit.  When I worry about them not being close since they are 9 1/2 years apart, I have to remember days like Sunday.  Anyway, Pony was going to attend with his buddy B Bomb.  Turns out B Bomb just saw them in Houston.  He was going to go again but when Pony found out who was opening act, last-minute, he told his buddy, you’re out and Wise is in.

And today I called to get my re-cap of the show.  I had to hear it straight from him!  That’s our thing.  I was the cool mom who took him and friends to Ozzfest for his 15th birthday.  Later, he used to download me on all the concerts he attended.  I kind of missed that.

The Pros:

  1. Show itself spectacular.  A lot of songs from the Black Album.  I will be hunting YouTube for some big four drum thing they did in the middle of the show.
  2. Good seats, huge screens where they played videos like military clips during One, Cliff in memorial while Robert played Burton’s epic base solo to Pulling Teeth (I would have flipped my lid!!!!!!!)
  3. Pyrotechnics that burned his face (not literally) but he could feel the heat.

The in Between:

  1. They ran out of cups for beer … not that they cared since beer was $8 bucks a pop.  They stuck with non-alcoholic beverages.
  2. Food sucked, only stale popcorn since Wise did not have her epi-pen, they had to be careful.

The Cons:

  1. $20 to park … in some guys front yard … on Cherry Street.  Locals know about Cherry Street.  The Alamodome parking lot was exclusive to those with pre-paid parking passes.  Had I known I would have got one … I didn’t.
  2. He did not get my text on the clear bag rule so they had to return to car to drop Wise’s purse and then go back again in 100 degree heat.
  3. When they left, it was hell getting home because of the way traffic was routed.  Better than drop off / pick up.  Wife of a work friend waited over 2 hours to pick her husband from the drop off.   She got there at 11:30 … you do the math 🙂

I was having a little seller’s remorse about giving away MY tickets but now I am grinning ear to ear.  Strolling down memory lane.  Rock on wit ur bad selves.

As always, more to come.

Don’t miss the return of SYTYCD, JUN 12 on FOX! 8/7C

TV, Movies and Music, What Are You Watching? Scenes That Move You

I live and breathe acronyms which is why the title of this post has SYTYCD vs. So You Think You Can Dance.  “Yeah Baby” said in my 1990s Michael Myers as Austin Powers voice over voice. Hehe.  I am giddy!!!!!!!

I LOVE this show!  LOVE<3 LOVE<3 LOVE!

How many LOVEs are too many LOVEs for a post.  Answer: You can never have too much LOVE!

I have no idea when the show started or how I found out about it.  Google to the rescue.  The show premiered July 20, 2005.  Twelve fantastic years and I’ve been hooked since day one.

Even as the show morphed themes:  Allstars, new dance genres – Bollywood and Krump et. al, and a kids version … No matter what change may come, I hung on.  My M.O. aka modus operandi is to tape the shows.  Showing my age, ahem, 29 and holding :).  I mean that I record the shows.  My DVR over runneth.  Eventually Big B gets mad at me for taking up real estate and I delete but not until I have had my fill and watched the recordings many many many many times.

How many, MANYs are too many MANYs for a post?  Answer: NONE

Check out this clip that makes me SMILE to this day!!  Watch and see for yourself.   I double dog dare you NOT to smile.  I triple dog dare you NOT to bust your own move.

J4 with Cyrus and Fik Shun

And I will take stock in Kleenex because you better bet that there will some routines that bring on the HAPPY tears.  A picture is word a thousand words.  Dance is a picture telling a story without the benefit of words.  I hope you enjoy as much as I do.

As always, more to come.


14 To Infinity, What Are You Watching? Scenes That Move You

My bedroom.  In particular, my bed.  And the comforter.  Temp controlled nirvana.  Every morning when I wake up, I revel in the stillness and that feeling of security under the covers.  Snug.  As A Bug.  In A Rug!

This has not always been the case.  Insomnia has interfered with a good night’s rest since my 40’s.  I have tips to deal now though and for the most part, those tips work.  Lilac, lavendar and other assorted scents.  Sleepy-time tea, no caffeine after 3, turn off all electronics an hour before bedtime.  With that, I can sleep again.  Yay!  And as I was thinking about something else to add to the infinity list, these last few mornings made me think about my BED.

I work downtown and every morning I pass several bus stops on my way to the office.  As I get closer, I see the walking wounded.  This past Monday, a cooler than usual morning,  I saw a man sitting there at the bus stop, hunched over, head almost on knees.  As I sat at the red light, waiting for green, I could see him from the corner of my eye, sleeping, breathing slow and shallow breaths.  In.  Out.

That’s when I thought damn, how awful to have to sleep outside, wherever one can.  How bone tired and weary one must be to be able to sleep at a bus stop bench.  There are even days when people are on the sidewalks asleep.  Grabbing a restless nap before moving along.  What an existence?  And then I thought about my bed.  How the feel of the comforter brings peace.  How I wish that peace for everyone.  Simple really.  Everyone needs a bed.

Then I remembered, the best scene in the Blindside.

As always, more to come.