T-minus 4 hours and counting
“I’ve always been impressed with a girl who can sing for her supper and get breakfast as well. That’s the way I am, heaven help me.”
Yes, that’s right folks. The countdown is on.* In approximately 4+ hours I will be under the same roof as my Socialist Rocker Boyfriend Forever, Billy Bragg. I can’t tell you how exciting this is for me. I have loved him since I was sixteen, and have never missed a Chicago show of his. I also have never come so jawdroppingly close to missing one of his shows, either! Because, um, WE SOLD OUT THE SHOW. We bought the last 3 tickets. Had we gone to the box office one hour later, my Heart may still be on the floor of the Double Door to be kicked around by any number of better-than-thou roadies and aloof nightclub lackeys.
So yeah, I realize for many people he’s a hard man to love. Some people find his voice grating, his unintelligible cockney accent irritating, and his often leeennggtthy political rants patronizing. I know he’s not perfect, and that his ideology and reality may be hard to reconcile. But in spite of his contradictions here and there, the man is just here to help make the world a better place, one Union song at a time. He’s about equality and is always waiting in the wings with his guitar to help people without a voice be heard. How can you not love that? There may be tears, but as I am feeling in unusual command of my emotions today, we’ll see if I can spare myself the public embarrassment. But seeing that I often well up when his songs come on the car radio, I think I’m done-fer. Sorry in advance to Miranda and Karen.
*Did you know there is a countdown clock web site that helps you Count Down Your Most Anticipated Events™? I seriously want to know what OCDemon thought of this site. You can choose just about any occasion or create your own. I mean, I guess some of them are positive and fun, like a count down to your wedding or birthday. Then there are those that are clearly designed to induce a panic attack with each (visibly) passing minute. Who wants to obsessively track the time left until their work deadline? Or moving? Shouldn’t you be shoving something in a box instead? The only way this site could make that more anxiety provoking is if each second was accompanied by a forboding “bloop” sound, like the timer in the hatch on Lost. Really, I think I prefer my method of denial, procrastination, casual glance at watch, hard stare at watch, audible gasp, swearing and then working like a madwoman in fast forward.
Or, if you’d rather bring on a full blown depression, start a count down to your retirement or military duty. I am, however, mildly entertained that you can count down to your divorce.
3 Comments
- Miranda replied:
At least he has teeth. Unlike another beloved Rocker of the People.
March 20th, 2006 at 4:33 pm. Permalink.
- kittyteef replied:
that link hath left me scarred.
March 22nd, 2006 at 11:08 am. Permalink.
- kittyteef replied:
ok - so i went to the countdown clock site, i’m checking it out looking at all the pretty words, and SUDDENLY Beyonce’comes blasting through my speakers! she crazy in love! in a loud and surprising way!
that scared the crap out of me.March 24th, 2006 at 10:45 am. Permalink.
