From my seat...

Sitting tonight at the Bryan Adams concert  5 rows back I realized something.

I have ADD.

Pretty certain of it.

I couldn't even keep my eyes on that piece o hunk o man candy even when he was singing some of my very favorite songs.   My mind and my eyes were wandering.

Are you able to fixate on one particular thing for long periods of time without drooling?

I can't.

So I was thinking during all of his wonderful songs some of the following;  because I am nuts.

  MY THOUGHTS:

I wish I could sing like that.   But it wasn't meant to be.

I wonder if I'd have a signature move ---- like the one where he pulls his mouth away from the microphone during heavy singing…


I also wondered if he was sweating.

Are his jeans designer or did he buy them at the Levi's store?
I wonder if he has special jeans made?

Are they black?  Black must be his signature color.

I wonder what my signature color should be.  Definitely not purple.

I pondered whether or not his one leg was bigger than the other… simply because he tapped it more to the beat.

Then I wondered if someone shined his guitar because it was awfully shiny…. meaning shining in my eyes.

Then I wondered if his fingertips were softer .. or more calloused from all those years and summers of strummin on that guitar.

Then I wished I could feel his fingers.

Then I wished….  well I'm not sharing that .


I was wondering if his pianist was nervous.
If he looked for cues from Bryan.

Then I wondered if the spotlight ever pissed him off?
Cuz it pissed me off the few times it ran into my eyes.


Then I wondered if he noticed Bouncy Barbara in Row 2.  Who was swinging her hair into her neighbors face.   I wondered if he would forehead punch her if he was the recipient of that Bouncing Swinging Hair move.   Cuz I would have.


I wondered how the bouncer got the message "  NO CAMERAS' to scroll across his phone while he walked up and down the aisles warning us.  Then I wandered why he was too lazy to fareaking say it out loud.  All the other bouncers did.

Maybe he had laryngitis.

I wondered lots.


What I realized other than the fact that I have ADD , I'd never sing nor be as skinny as Bryan Adams…. was that everyone at a concert " views it" a different way.

For instance.

My sis.  Viewed Bryan as the love of her life.  Singing her songs.
My mom… while she loves Bryan as Nenny and I do …. she was looking at the instruments.  I know it.
She's musical like that.


Me--- well … you know.
( see above)

I was also fairly concerned with the large amount of spit spraying out of his mouth …. that I could clearly see 5 rows back.

I was thankful I wasn't front row… no matter how much I'd honeybun him.

But everyone enjoys things, views them, sees them, immerses themselves in different ways.  We all take something different out of life's adventures huh?   Your Bryan Adams concert isn't necessarily MY Bryan Adams concert… and there's nothing wrong with that.


Look at me.
I'm Yoda!



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