11.11.2009

Motown Philly, back again!

Eatin' blackberries at the moment...Mmmmmm...and realizing that I forgot to tell you about an AMAZING CONCERT I went to last week. :)

Whom, might you ask??

Boyz II Men!!!!

haha. Last minute, a friend told me she had a few tickets to go, and asked if I would attend. I think my answer was along the lines of, "Duh."

Ohhhh man. It was a great concert. Here's why:
  • I forgot how damn good Boyz II Men (and older acts in general) sounded. They sounded like perfection. Talk about orgasmic harmonies! Listening to some acts that are popular today, those fools ain't got nothin' on old R&B and Motown.
  • Which leads me to my next point as to why the concert was ballin'--they did a few covers of Motown songs. As you can imagine, I was belting out every word and dancing like a maniac during this section. *sigh* I love Motown.
  • This concert was just an overall feel goooooood concert. People stayed way past the end of the show to slow dance to "One Sweet Day." The audience was just happy!
  • It brought be back the 90s. And I liked the 90s a whole lot. :)
So yeah, that was my adventure last week. And I still have "End of the Road" in my head...

5 comments:

  1. It wasn't all four of them though, was it? I saw them quite a few years ago and dude with the cane had to leave the group because of his back problems. No joke!

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  2. ah, yes, men II older men. were they able to achieve on bended knee? hee. glad you had fun! good live shows are an important part.

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  3. Blackberry eating by Galway Kinnel


    I love to go out in late September
    among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
    to eat blackberries for breakfast,
    the stalks very prickly, a penalty
    they earn for knowing the black art
    of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them
    lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries
    fall almost unbidden to my tongue,
    as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words
    like strengths or squinched,
    many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps,
    which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well
    in the silent, startled, icy, black language
    of blackberry-eating in late September.

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  4. what's with the poem, Ant? haha.

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