2003-11-19 | 12:18 a.m.
she always moves me to write bad poetry

My feet are in horrible pain, the kind of hopeless ache you can only get from standing in exactly the same spot with no relief in bad shoes for hours on end.

And my ears, they are playing me the Emergency Broadcast System tone without my asking, thank you very much.

These things happen all because I went to see The Darkness tonight. It was a magically delicious show, one that confirmed that 2003 has followed 1991 and 1997's lead and is holding steady as a banner year in my rock and roll history. And future. Ooh, boy. Wait until 2009. Eew. I'll be so old. Anyway, I really think I came upon something wonderful with this band, something that will stick.

Aaaaaannnd. They recognized us. While on stage, while rocking out fiercely, they looked out and saw something that sparked a memory, a good feeling and they stopped for a moment and put it together. They recognized us. And acknowledged us. Justin and Frankie both had more than one moment where they smiled/pointed/winked/whatever after they caught our eye. It was so flipping fantastic.

Has that ever happened to you? Being recognized and acknowledged from a stage? It has varied forms. Sometimes it's a smile or a wink. Sometimes they point and yell. Sometimes they talk about you or dedicate a song to you. Sometimes they dedicate a song to you and then hump the microphone stand and then the headlining band who you are also friends with makes snotty comments about everyone noticing how friendly you are with the opener. Um. Yeah. Sometimes they stop the show just to walk over and touch you for no apparent reason. Sometimes you can have a fight from the stage. Sometimes you get a kiss from the stage.

Whatever way your rock star expresses that he has noticed and appreciates you, it is, quite honestly, the greatest feeling in the world. I've had some good feelings, but it tops them all. I daresay it's right up there with standing at an altar, seeing the radiant woman you love sliding down the aisle toward you or getting a good look at that baby you just delivered.

No, really.

I've got a good feeling, like I know how I'm feeling.
Scraping me off the ceiling, back to that good feeling.

And off to bed.

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