Two words. Holy and crap!
[Hey you guys, it turns out, John likes to play the guitar so so much!]
The concert was amazing! Oh, I know I probably described Justin as ‘amazing’ too, but that was more like, “amazing due to the energy & the set & the moving around & dancing & stuff”. John [ahhh] on the other hand, John is amazing along the lines of, “Damn, that boy can play!” He doesn’t need an elaborate set or have to parade all over the stage to prove that he’s a bad ass. On account of he already is one.
His signature move [and if you’ve never seen it, you need to] is his astounding ability to practically turn his left foot all the way around at the ankle while simultaneously balancing on the outside edge of his right foot [metatarsal?] – now people, that’s talent. At times, I actually caught myself watching just his feet – mesmerized. He literally gets so into his music, which is his most admirable quality -for sure, that he sort of becomes twitchy – in a good way, like not in a palsy way [though Harold would argue that I delude myself to see it this way, and I quote, “That’s right honey, it’s in a creative way … not at all in an inability to control his muscles sort of way.” Men.]
Ok, so also I followed US Bank’s rules & did not bring my camera … a decision that I immediately regretted on account of they didn’t even check! Therefore, I must give credit to ‘ms. andrea’ at Flickr for posting her fabulous pictures [and also big-ups to her for getting such good seats AND for being a rebel & taking her camera in anyway].
[I don’t know if you can tell, but the backdrop looked like the side of a factory complete with factory lights. After his last song, following his 2nd encore, he reached up & clicked off the only light left on – over his head. Such a bad ass].
While I’m at it, I should also tell you that Ben Folds put on a great show. Even though he’s a little more shy than John. You know, just a little more reserved.
[Take it off! Woohoo!]
Actually, he was a blast to watch & totally brought it on home. He was really personable & interactive & treated us to a 16-hertz note on his cheap red synthesizer which he joked, had been scientifically proven to make you “shart yourself”. I, for one, am glad he was wrong. Towards the end of his set & while pounding away on the baby grand, he kicked off his ‘Mr. Rogers’ tennis shoe & proceeded to simultaneously play the keyboard. With his foot. We’re defintely not worthy.
We didn’t stay in our designated seats for long before spotting open seats way closer & moving into them – which was an excellent decision – save for the industrial sized A/C unit right above our heads. Brrrrr!
And also, I didn’t get a shirt – which was pretty disappointing, on account of I’m not 12 nor do I have only one boob. We got there around 7:00, which, the show didn’t even start until 7:30 & already all they had left were small’s & medium’s. Of which we saw very few of. He predominantly draws a 30 something crowd so not many of us are small or medium anymore. Sadly.
I did, however, get a magnet that says, “I went to a REALLY BIG ROCK SHOW and all I could afford was this BEN FOLDS refrigerator magnet.” That’s pretty funny.
Oh, & on the way home [which, let me just take a second right here to give props to the city of Cincinnati’s planning committee for developing the easiest in & out city ever. Thank you.] … anyway, as we were leaving downtown, we were listening to the radio & they were doing a John Mayer concert replay – basically playing JM songs & getting peoples feedback who’d attended the concert. So Jo’s all, “Call in!” So I did and guess what? I got through! The dj was asking me about the concert, my favorite song, etc. and within a minute or so of hanging up … I was on the radio. Which is so ironic, considering that just yesterday afternoon, I’d said that I wasn’t a radio-call-in sort of person. Apparently I am. Unfortunately, noone I know would be listening to the radio at 11:15 at night. Including me. Usually.
Oh, well y’all. It was awesome. I still have a slight, “screaming my fool head off, bringing it around town, I just saw John Mayer(!)” hangover. No alcohol involved.
… and I leave you with some final John love.
[One word. Lips.]