alright. i saw maroon5 on 11/2... this past sunday. i really have nothing to say about them besides the fact that they let me down. the show was okay, but there wasn't the energy that i anticipated and there was hardly and fan/band interaction. i don't know, perhaps my standards for a concert are much higher than they could reach. perhaps i should've expected nothing. if i expect nothing and get something, i'm happy. but when you go to a concert you expect to hear something diffferent than the songs sounding the same way they sound on the album with a few extra ad libs. right? maybe it's just me. i took a few pictures, but i don't have the cord for my other digital camera yet. i can't transfer the picture onto my computer yet, but when i do, you'll enjoy them. my new camera rocks. anyway, here they are.

although the show somewhat sucked, i do have stories to share.

characters me, jenny, shari, shauna an m5land post-er that i love, heather an m5land boardwhore that i loathe, greg a promoter of all things house of blues and funniest guy in the world, michael tolcher is the opening act, siggy is michael tolcher's drummer, noah is michael tolcher's keyboard player and someone else is michael tocher's geetar man. yes geetar.

jenny, shari and i got to the venue, the opera house, a little early and we checked out the area. we debated going into the strip club on the corner, but decided to get pizza and talk instead. around 5 we headed back to the venue and met two loverly sisters there who were also there for the show. we wanted to give jesse his gift, a day to day calender of bushisms so we asked them to hold our spot in line and we walked around the corner to where the bus was.

there, we met siggy, noah and someone else. we chatted with them and talked about their going on's and toronto's bad weather and sketchy areas. they came and went by us many times as we were waiting for and m5er or jesse to walk off the bus. finally jesse walked off and we called his name out but he only stopped when we said we had a present for him. bastard. we talked to him and gave him his bushisms present, that he loved, and he went into sound check as we headed back to the growth defect line.

we were waiting, and we were sheltered from the shitty rain weather, but we were still freezing our hott asses off. a man saw us, we asked if we could come in and he let us in the lobby... that was greg. he let us stand inside lobby until m5's sound check was over and needless to say, as soon as we went inside, everyone followed suit. around 6ish we finally met shauna inside and we all chatted it up with greg. when the check was over we had to go back outside and wait in the rain. but greg kept us entertained with chocolate my favourite line ever, "i hate heather. she smells likes cornflakes." according to greg, everything smells like cornflakes, especially rachester and bafallo.

the doors finally opened at 7 and i did the coat check business and hurried to everyone already waiting at the front. the stage was only 3 - 4 feet tall. sweet deal. michael tolcher was rockin'... and his keyboard player wasn't half bad either. ;o) he broke out man in the mirror, i have much respect. and he rowed with his geetar. what the fuck? i know.

the boys finally came out... to r.kelly. ack! we were standing to the right of adam, between adam and jimmy v.

setlist
not coming home
the sun
this love
tangled
through with you
sunday morning
secret
she will be loved
harder to breathe
wasted years
shiver

encore
must get out
frontin'

hey ya was played also, but i have no idea where. and secret had a great shit, damn, mother fucker outro. the show was alright... not what i expected. i love those boys and everything, but to tell the truth, i've seen better. nothing really stood out...

after the show, we met noah again. i think i scared him a bit. he's so shy and i'm so crazy. we could work. and i officially fell in love. we also met siggy again. i got mad because he showed our side no love so he kissed my hand to make up for it. michael signed my poster, as did siggy... and i bought myself his little cd too. it's pretty good, and i'm looking forward to a real album. i hear it's coming out around march 2004... and i also hear that he'll be promoting it. i hope to see noah there.

we proceeded to the bus area where we met james. we talked for a bit and snapped a picture. i also told james that the only reason we saw mb20 back in may was because of them. and he wasn't scared at all. we chatted with greg for a while and a few hours later we met jesse and we also talked for a bit and snapped a picture. and i got into a cute argument with him about whether i knew his name or not. i asked how to pronounce his name and he made fun of me. then greg drove us home. all in all it was a fun night. that is all.

and now it is 11/6. one day after my long awaited john concert. i think my pcd has already hit me. anyway, shari unexpectedly joined us last night. she was supposed to go with her sister, but her sister was busy. jenny and i originally had 26th row tickets in the 100 section, but we ended up with front row, stage left seats. thanks to our usher friend sean. i am pleased to say that concert sex was still had once or twice. and needless to say, john rocked my panties off. yes my panties. that's how good he was... he rocked undergarments off. wowzers!  i'm still so blown away by how much i love him, that i can't fully comprehend what happened last night. i know that i had fun and i know that i hate him even more for making me love him even more but that's it. i was living completely in the moment and feeding off his energy that i was lost. when he started saying his goodbye's and thank you's, it felt like he was onstage for only a few minutes... but by that time two hours had passed. all i can really say about john was that he was so amazing that i could cry. the ego-maniac that everyone seems to see him as is well deserved. he should have a big head, he can live up to it.

setlist
clarity
bigger than my body
why georgia
wheel
new deep
my stupid mouth
split screen sadness
daughters (trio - john on guitar, j-cubed on drums, onree on keys)
no such thing
something's missing
3x5
come back to bed
your body is a wonderland
'83

encore
comfortable (solo)
st. partrick's day (scotty on jingle bells)

all i can remember are highlights. john has horns - a trumpet and saxamophone and a flute, his solos were fucking out of this world, 3x5 has the prettiest intro that i wish i could remember, john changed his story for something's missing, he still has the same story for st. patrick's day, john can talk with his guitar and last but definitely not least... the highlight of my night was scotty crowe playing the jingle bells. that's right folks. and once again, i have no pictures because of my aforementioned problem.

and teitur. what can i say about that danish wonder? he's pretty. he has a pretty soul, a pretty innocence, a pretty voice, pretty words and pretty music. he impressed me, i can not wait until he blows up. as my hero, mr. caw-caw says "...Just go pick up his album, "Poetry & Aeroplanes." You'll like it...and soon after, you'll be the most popular kid around because you know what's cooler than cool." it's true. poetry & aeroplanes is one of those cd's that you feel. i got to meet him after the show. he signed his album, that i finally got to buy, and i got a picture with him. i also told him how much i love his song, to meet you... i told him that it makes me feel pretty and all he could say was "thank you". it was a cute and awkward encounter. one that i won't soon forget.

we saw the two band buses leave after the show. the band's bus with mc haves, j-cubed, onree and dela on it was first and their window was open. j-cubed waved to us and at the stop sign mc haves popped his head out of the window to say hi. we tried to carry on a conversation with him, but we couldn't hear him very well. we assumed that john was on the second bus, but we saw no evidence of it. once again, needless to say, we waited around the crew's buses like fools until they all left without a trace of john. at least we're hardcore, right? some people were disappointed in him for not showing his face, but that's not his job. his job is to sing and play guitar for us, not chat with us after shows. i understand it and i hope others will too. it would've been nice to meet him again, what he gave to us during the show was more than enough john. he had an energy that could power toronto for months on end. it was sweet.

xo - cyndi

alone in these strange streets
i think that i've walked them enough
poetry and aeroplanes
i am tired of waiting for love

cyndi's world