PG

As Lori kindly commented before, I have not had an update in awhile. While I know that I need to post about whats going on in my life ....I will save that post for a later date. But for now . . .I am going to post about just one thing: My man, Peter Gabriel.

I am currently watching the Secret World Live DVD again. What I love about Peter Gabriel is the production of his concerts. Now, if I were to ever go see a PG concert, I wouldn't have a drop of alcohol just so I could soak all of it in. Whereas if I go see a Dave Matthews concert....apparently I'll drink until I can barely stand up. I love both equally (ok, PG more)....but since I've seen multiple Dave concerts and not one really sticks out in my mind...I think its a lack of production. Its like getting a steak on a piece of cardboard or a steak on a silver platter.

So I guess now its just getting tickets to go see him sometime when he's in the states. Which may be a long time away. But how ever much it costs...or however far I have to travel...I will see him. Who is in?


(Sorry, Lori, that it isn't a long post or much of anything other than my bizarre fascination with Peter Gabriel and his music)

*drool*

As everyone knows, I heart Peter Gabriel. A lot. I would STILL have his babies. But I've enjoyed listening to his music for atleast 10 years now. Ten years! There are a few bands out there that I've been listening too for that long. And I bet I've heard the song "In Your Eyes" thousands of times, but yet, everytime I hear it on the radio it takes me to a "place". (as its playing right now)

Not quite sure if its the Senegalese singer N'Dour's chants or the fact that I feel that Tony Levin is right next to me when I listen to it, but I love every aspect of it. I have several attached memories with the song ....some good, some bad. I can remember sitting at a bus station, staying up until 3am talking about Peter Gabriel's albums with Geoff, the summer of 1998 sitting in the back of the bus with Matt Ferry, my dad conducting it with his feet in our living room in Durand....*sigh*.

Music is not about playing instruments in sync. It's about feeling. Music is a feeling.

Hammer time

I'm at work right now and in a far far far away place (15 ft behind me) I can hear Sledgehammer by my main squeeze, PG. Takes me to a happy place!