EWF Recap

The Earth, Wind and Fire concert was last night, and fun times were definitely had. There was an old man who came in with his breathing machine and had trouble getting assisted to his seat (basically, the usher didn't do his damn job), so I, along with other paying customers, helped the old man out, so he could get to his seat and be as comfortable as possible. He was a big brother, too, so that, along with his breathing machine, presented quite the challenge. However, he wasn't about to miss some Earth, Wind and Fire and came in suited and booted, breathing machine and all.

Also, the concert was at the orchestra downtown, which was an element I took for granted. EWF played with an entire orchestra of musicians from home. It was pretty cool to witness. The only two things that could have made it better were the venue and the demographic. In regards to the venue, since it was at the orchestra, it wasn't exactly conducive to getting up and dancing and groovin' all night.

On top of that, I was sitting in a tier where the railing was so low and the seats were so close to the rail, that the only way I was gonna be able to groove was by moving a row up and being in the aisle (which is what I ended up doing).

As for the demographic, there were all sorts of people in there, but something tells me EWF didn't get as funky as I expected, due to playing to a particular crowd. It was still dope as hell, but you'd have to see it to truly understand it.

I remember reading Teddy Pendergrass' autobiography, and he wrote how when he was a part of Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes how the demographic of the crowd would determine their performance; it didn't determine the effort, because that was always there, but it did determine how their energy would be distributed.

I'm tired as hell now; drove from East Texas yesterday after work to Dallas to attend the concert, slept for about four hours, and then got back on the road to be in the gym before 6:30 this morning, and I'm at the job now. It was well worth it, though.

All in all, fun times were had, and I can finally say I've seen EWF live. I can only imagine what they were like in their prime, because even past their prime today, they put on an incredible show.

3/7/12 @ 9:22 A.M.

Sunday Night Jammin'.

EWF Update

Well, that was easy.

I'll be one-deep at the EWF concert next week in D-town. Besides, there will be plenty of energy in the atmosphere and in those elements, it'll be a piece of cake to make a friend.

Oh, instead of Wednesday, it's Tuesday.

EWF.

Earth, Wind and Fire concert next Wednesday night in Dallas.

Living in the country = having to return to D-town after work and then having to be back in the country by 6 to be in the gym to start my day off right.

I have some plotting to do, but according to my old-school mentor, EWF is a must-see show, especially since I've never seen them live.

Is it date material? Sure. Do I wanna go on a date to this, though? Iono. That's the kicker.

We shall see.

2/28/12 @ 9:30 P.M.

Six Months.

It's been six months since I came to the country (East Texas) and started something new. In that time, it's really allowed life to slow down quite a bit. Sure, it's not too far away from home, not too far away from familiarity, but as long as familiarity is a phone call away, which it is, I'm cool with being at a distance.

In the time that's been spent in this place, I haven't made one single friend. Sure, there are people I work with, but that's not the same thing, and as far as I'm concerned, it's perfect with me. Whenever I head back to familiarity, more often than not, it's a reminder of why I was ready to go in the first place, and if the trade-off is not having friends out here, then it's a trade-off I'll gladly take.

So many things have changed since then. I'm in the bed around 8 every night; not quite asleep, but just the fact that I'm in the bed that early is a far cry from the previous life when staying up 'til 3, 4, 5 in the morning was the norm.

I don't live in the town where I work, which is a challenge in itself, and hotel rooms are a "home away from home" now, since there are times I'd rather just stay where I'm at as opposed to getting on the road again. Speaking of which, I think I left my Johnnie Cochran autobiography in the room I stayed in a couple of nights ago, which really pisses me off. Anyway, all of this is a challenge, that's for damn sure, but challenges are what part of living life is all about.

The only writing I feel like doing these days is in a journal, or on here. These days, life is very routine, with some things that happen out of the norm that make it interesting, which is fine by me.

Six months....slow as can be in a place that isn't too far from where I've been, but still feels like a world away. It's just what was needed and even more proof that God is in control of all.

Time.

Photo courtesy of Ashley Lynn.

Gone.

The more I hear her songs, the sadder I get. More than that, though, one word sums her up...

...love.