i’m a little teapot
short and stout
heir ist mein handle
heir ist mein spout
when ze jews all steam up i vant to shout
open ze oven and take zem out!
omfg im crying
omgggg
oh my god oh lord oh god i am chocking oh my freaking gosd
KARINAAAAAAAAA
HOLY SHIT LOL
suddenly considering a schedule change to make room for pottery next year…….
I know none of my followers are interested, but I feel like talking about the show I went to see last night.
My dad won tickets to see Jon Anderson (from the ’70s band Yes) at the Newton Theatre, which, by the way, I’m actually pretty impressed by the changes that were made there, considering it used to be a pretty crappy movie theater. Maybe they’ll get some bigger shows there if some of these smaller ones keep doing well.
Anyway, my dad won two tickets and my mom and brother weren’t too interested in going. I knew some songs by Yes, but I definitely wasn’t as immersed in them as my dad was. I couldn’t pass up a show, though. I like to say that I can appreciate just about any kind of music, especially coming from an artist like Jon Anderson, who must be in his sixties by now, still going strong.
And boy is he still going strong. This guy is from a band that was started in the sixties, and if you listen to any song by Yes from back then, you’d be pretty impressed that Jon, today in 2012, can come anywhere near some of those high notes. Maybe I’m so impressed by people like Jon Anderson and Geddy Lee just because I can’t sing myself, but seriously, these guys are old. It’s damn impressive.
And that’s not to say that the only reason I was impressed was because he’s not very young. No, that’s definitely not the case, because like I said, I didn’t really have much to compare his voice to since I wasn’t too familiar with his old work. Judging his performance solely on what I heard at the show, he was amazing. Not just his singing, but his lyrics, especially. He wrote most of Yes’s songs, so I heard some of those as well as some songs he wrote himself rather recently. All of his songs are centered around love, spirit, and Mother Earth-like things, very much what you’d expect from a sixties or seventies band, and I found it incredibly inspiring. His lyrics were so poetic and beautiful, to say the least. It really made me wish I had lived during that era.
And that’s about it. Jon’s voice, his lyrics, and his overall performance just blew me away. Seeing a vocalist with no real prior knowledge of their performance is really an amazing way to appreciate the show. Had I been really into Yes, I’m sure I still would’ve enjoyed the show, but I don’t think I’d be as impressed as I was.
Oh, and not to mention he was probably the cutest sixty-something-year-old englishman ever; “cute” in that kind of “aww, old people are so cute!” kind of sense, hahaha. His accent while he was telling jokes and stories, asdhfjhkdsjl. Can he just read me stories before I go to bed, or….?
People in other countries can’t just casually hop onto a plane to America, and some will never get to see the WWoHP.
graphic submitted.
Well maybe I couldn’t casually hop on a plane and go to Britain. Or maybe I can’t just casually hop on a plane and go to Orlando, either. Just because it’s in my country doesn’t mean I have any more access to it than you Brits do. Get over it.
Oh, and business. They’re obviously going to make more money off of the American fans. That is all.
Jesus Christ, Mom. Just listen to what you say once in a while. You’re a fucking psychopath.
Can you please stop spamming my Facebook wall with all of your photos of perfectly good cars dropped unnaturally low with obnoxious rims and ridiculously large spoilers and spewing smoke where they shouldn’t be? Actually, cars in general: keep them off of my wall. You sound like an idiot talking about all of these hot cars you want to buy and how much you want to deck them out. By the time you spend all of that money, you could have bought a nice car that’s going to last you 5x longer.. and not make you a gigantic red flag for a cop.
Oh, and you’re a girl. I expect it from douchebag guys, but please. Just stop.
