Squeeze With My Squeeze

So Ethan and I, though both tired and suffering from allergy attacks, made our way into the city for last night's Squeeze Concert at Radio City Music Hall. There was the mandatory 20 minute backup at the Lincoln Tunnel, but we managed to arrive only a few minutes late.

James were already on stage when we arrived. I'd forgotten how much I like them (my ex got our entire James collection in the split-up). The lead singer's voice is as angelic as ever. He must gargle unicorn's blood before taking the stage.

Squeeze were fantastic as well. They don't muck about. They went from one song right into the next with very little banter in between. The crowd was an odd mix. I think we expected to see mostly folks our own age there, but there were a handful of younger types and a LOT of 50-somethings. I suppose this makes sense, as the band's first album came out approx. 30 years ago. It was a very mellow scene, with most folks bopping in their seats rather than standing. I normally like things a little livelier and louder, but it was the perfect concert for someone in my condition.

Mr. T spent the whole concert rolling around and thumping. Not sure if he was gettin' down with his bad self or if he was trying to sleep and was complaining about the noise (the fetal equivalent of banging on the ceiling with a broomstick).

The drive home was the only bit that sucked. They're doing construction on the NJ Turnpike southbound and thought it would be a wonderful idea to block off every possible exit onto said toll road save one. We drove around in circles for a good 30 mins trying to find the magic exit. Eventually we triumphed, or we'd still be making circles up and down Route 3. Still, I'm glad we took advantage of what will probably be our last chance to see a concert before the little man arrives and Ethan had a great time which was most important, seeing as the tix were his bday prezzie.

Best new Feedjit tidbit: I had a visitor from Sao Paulo, Brazil who came across my blog via a 2005 post entitled "Fuck Spring" (It was a particularly bad spring for allergies) after searching "little+boy+fucked+mother" on google.br. I'd like to google that myself to see if my blog is what pops up first, but I'm afraid to search anything so lurid in case Big Brother is watching. Who am I kidding? Because Big Brother is watching (wave to Big Brother, kiddies!).

Speaking of dictatorships, it appears as though Kim Jong-Il has had a stroke. Several different reports from inside North Korea give varying accounts re: his status. Hopefully he's fully and permanently incapacitated. It's the least he deserves for how he's treated his own people.

South Korea is concerned that North Koreans will take advantage of the ensuing chaos to flood over the border. Let them!! And have dinner waiting for them when they get there and count your blessings they don't eat you upon arrival--they're starving!!*

Disclaimer: I am in no way insinuating that North Koreans have a tendency toward cannibalism, only that they're very hungry and not a little desperate, so you (South Koreans) should be very, very nice to them.