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DebbieJane
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Name: The Reverend Mother
Gender: Female
Interests: my Jesus, dancing, singing, acting, reading fine literature, the numa numa dance, writing, elvish, crooning skeletons, singing "Phantom of the Opera", "Godspell", or "Wicked" songs at random times, playing old, white, Fender Bass guitars, anything that has the words "Legend" "of" and "Zelda" strung together in the same sentence, "Jane Eyre," kittens, VFD, saving all my AIM conversations, reading "Little Women" and eating apples, being a pseudo-"college professor"
Expertise: reading instead of sleeping.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
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AIM:  DMavsgirl13
MSN: djwfroggie@netscape.net
Member Since:
10/2/2004
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| Hm....hum hum hm. I'm all inspired to finish writing my "Jane Eyre" stageplay. (especially now that I know my ideal Rochester is....*cough* legitimately suited for the job) This may or may not happen anytime soon. But I shall revel in the inspiration nonetheless.
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I do theatre: because I know what it feels like to walk away from seeing an excellent show. Because you want to laugh, cry, dream, imagine, fly, break, build. Because it inspires YOU to do something great. Because it's an endless cycle of inspiration. That is why I must do theatre. THAT is why good theatre is important, and not merely entertainment.
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Co-hostess: "You have a boyfriend yet?"
Me: "Nope."
"Really? I mean..."
"I don't have a real interest in anyone....so-"
"But, come on, don't you know any cute theatre guys??"
"Oh, yes. Tons!"
*silence* "Then what's the problem?"
*laughter*
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I hadn't really thought about dancing until listening to "Closer" in the car ride home this evening. And now my arms and legs ache with lack of the ache which comes from waltzing all night. *sigh* Certain things I never wanted to grow away from when I started growing up...
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By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept
when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars
we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs,
our tormentors demanded songs of joy;
they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!" How can we sing the songs of the LORD
while in a foreign land? If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
may my right hand forget its skill .
May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
if I do not remember you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem
my highest joy. Remember, O LORD, what the Edomites did
on the day Jerusalem fell.
"Tear it down," they cried,
"tear it down to its foundations!" O Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction,
happy is he who repays you
for what you have done to us- he who seizes your infants
and dashes them against the rocks. -~-~-~-~-~-
It is an odd feeling. Knowing that people are talking about you. ("....the girl with the tape.....")
The night before I taped up my shirt, planned out my morning, etc. Set my alarm. Went to bed.
My morning [20 Oct 2009] began with my noticing through my curtains A LOT more light than is normal for 7am. My clock said 7:30. But the second hand wasn't ticking. A frantic flip of my laptop revealed that it was, in fact, 8:27am. I had to shower, eat, gather books & notes, and successfully tape myself in 33 minutes. Not exactly Plan A.
The tape went on after breakfast. Henry liked touching it.
My deskmate in bio recognized what I was doing from a previous year. My teacher (whom I had warned ahead of time) was very attentive to what I was and was not supposed to do, how I understood the quiz, etc. "Can you eat?" she asked. I very vigourously nodded yes.
It feels funny to laugh with tape on your mouth.
I realized that I usually talk a lot in biology class. And that I don't like people paying attention to me. But I liked it when they read my shirt, when they took a second glance. I liked imagining my other friends doing the same things I was doing.
Afterwards, I liked reading the official update from Silent Solidarity- about how people participating had made a difference in somebody's life.
The tape and shirt came off at suppertime, and I stuck the mouth-tape on a different black shirt for French class. A classmate asked about the shirt and armband, so I told them about my day.
It was actually a very mundane day.
Lucky for us, turning the mundane into the important is one of God's specialties.
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| So, I've seen a lot of concerts. I've sung along to the teen radio sensation of the 90's ("Mmm bop, ba dooba da ba...") and the record of the year for a particular year in the early 00's ("Lights go out and I can't be saved / tides that I tried to swim against /"). Heck, I even had an unexpected evening with the unexpectedly touring "No Doubt" - reggae rockin' darlings that they are.
But one week ago this evening......I attended the concert. Maybe not the best I've ever been to, maybe not my favourite. Maybe not the most exciting, the most rocking, the best view, what have you.
But it was the concert.
I grew up listening to U2, seeing them perform at award shows. I can't remember not knowing U2, because they've been doing their thing far longer than I've been alive.
And if this is how they look and how they sound after 30 years of doing it, there's no question as to why they've been doing it for so long.
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Many of the songs they played, including their opener, were from the new album- which I don't have. Which didn't really bother me. Each song had its distinct and breathtaking energy. (Seriously. Edge has more energy than I do)
Being in a stadium and having semi high bleacher seats (which we abandoned for empty middling bleacher seats once the lights went down for the headliner!) I didn't experience the exhilaration of the floor space, next to the stage. The jostling, jumping, and shouting. It was a totally different experience. Giddy, with dear friends and siblings. Awash in sound and mostly in the dark. Sitting pensively, standing and swaying, jumping, or leaning against a cold railing.
"Get On Your Boots" and "Mysterious Ways" were impossible to remain still for. The early energy of the band was awesome.
"Beautiful Day" cracked a window in my soul with its loveliness. That's old enough to be a classic, but young enough that I remember its radio days. It's just one of my favourites.
I danced to "Elevation". Really pretty much the whole time. Who wouldn't?
"Your Blue Room" was unfamiliar to me, but I really liked it. That was more of an active listener song.
"I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" - the crowd energy was massive. That song is like life. It was a moment for sure.
"Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of" was a brilliant acoustic rendition, clearly inspired by the Family Wright cover. (Edge is slowly letting the world know that he is just as incredible of a singer as Bono)
Then the screen stretched out and the lights got crazy and it was TOTALLY AWESOME.
"City of Blinding Lights" was really, really epic.
During "I'll Go Crazy If I Don't Go Crazy Tonight" I was totally mesmerized by Larry Mullen Jr.'s djimbe skills.
I didn't shout or cheer for "Sunday Bloody Sunday." I don't think I could. But I sang really loud on the chorus.
During a little "broken Irish lullaby" preceding "Walk On" Bono made me literally stop thinking and moving and just sit in wonderment of his voice. The youtube video doesn't do that performance an inch of justice.
In the encore set, "Where The Streets Have No Name" almost brought a few tears, I cannot deny. By that point, the band and the audience all felt like our brains and hearts were smushed together. It was incredible.
And the second encore set was just...yeah, more wonderment.
They're just Irish boys. They were pretty small on that huge, incredible stage. But I saw U2.
That's really all.
[oh. and Muse was there. their set was perfection and far too short. I think more and more people are recognizing the pure rock art that is Muse. <3!]
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on the night before a scott stadium concert...
-at work-
4:15
omg. "Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" is playing.
4:35
pretty positive that 80's is the channel we have the radio set to. this makes me think of dancing, which is making me think of the concert. (!)
4:50
"Take on Me" is playing. I love it when we play the 80's station!
5:37
"Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" is playing. Overwhelmingly missing Joanna. <3
5:50
Have deduced from the nonpresence of Nyeta and the clubmembers - the rotary club does not meet tonight. No banquet room to clean! I may get out of here at a decent hour!
6:17
"We can dance / we can dance / everybody look at your hands."
(it's a safety dance)
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| 1) I am in love with the male voices from "Notre Dame de Paris" [[2) I cannot physically stop listening to "Belle"]] 3) I don't like staying up writing papers, but always find myself doing it. 4) Some kinds of chicken are so delicious, it's indescribable. 5) Henry is so soft and cuddly when he's half asleep, I don't know how I ever extracted myself from his baby grasp. It was like pulling teeth.
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