hokay, so.

first things first:

i can't stop with the Boss.

It resonates pure childhood dancing for me,.. I'd like to thank maw and paw for previously implanting all this great music in my noggen at a young age; i can't imagine how differently I would feel about music if I wasn't able to go back to it years later and love it even more.
Eagles/Don Henley, Blue Rodeo, Rush, Dire Straits. -rolls around in music-

I was reading an article on the CBC about the summer single, and how music in the summer radiates with a this sense of collective enjoyment to be had by all, where in winter when we listen to music on our own it's an entirely different experience. der, i know, but i took this obvious peice of info and applied it to the Jazzfest, night one last night.

Because I am a cheap bastard, I am sans camera/pictures to prove the wild nature of these dancing beasts, but, jesus, you will have to take my exaggerating word on this one. I feel quite strongly that my favorite people on this planet are those few free birds who at concerts contagiously dance and carry on at the front of the stage, and end up slowly provoking the less puritans like myself to join in. This extremely skinny and muscle ridden woman wearing a full purple spandex outfit was outrageously animated and fun to watch. She would do these weird body contortions and pet the grass and bob around with this guy who LOVED his air guitar. It's when the masses form together like this that the true human condition arises.

In short, ..I, I, do love it. What's almost better is people who smoke you up in the crowd. What am i talking about? That shit's illegal.