We went to see him on Friday night. As usual he was fantastic. He sang with power and played that guitar like no one's business. Dude can rock...and I mean rock. Friday night was the 5th time my hubby and I have been to see him live. Last time I was pregnant and managed to jump a row of seats and stand at his feet while he performed in the crowd. He sang the 1, 2 and I provided the 3, 4! It was awesome and I cried all the way back to my seat (partly blaming that on hormones). Well, thinking there was no way to top that I took my seat the other night with full intentions of screaming, cheering, singing along, waving my arms and dancing til it hurt. I did all of those things...and more.
I got teary when he sang 'Without You' I went a little mental when he sang 'You look good in my Shirt' then when he finished an acoustic version of 'You'll Think of Me' and I thought my heart would burst something happened. He was headed back to the main stage to finish the gig, I saw my chance, my husband yelled 'GO BABE' and I sprung into action....I ran straight over, came face to face with him and threw my arm around him for all it was worth. I totally copped a feel and had the sweaty arm to prove it (just to clarify it was his back I touched...I'm not a perv). And just like in the movies I turned around in slow motion to see my husband standing on his chair cheering like I'd just won Olympic gold. What a moment.
I wonder if I will ever be too old to jump furniture, dodge security and get so lost in the moment that my heart might burst from sheer fun and enjoyment. I hope not.
Thanks Keith.
Oh, and since this blog is about design and decor here is a couch.
...and a coffee table.
And one more of Keith.
Happy Weekend!
J xx