dabney has concocted a whole nerd fantasy story about the lead singer, tom chaplin, in her head. despite knowing zippo/zilch about him in reality, she thinks that he was the dorky, shy and perhaps slightly pudgy kid rejected throughout high school by girls, all of whom "just wanted to be friends." he obviously channeled his pain by secretly writing wistful, hopeful lyrics in his notebooks, and has since come into his own as a musician. dabney has a soft spot in her heart for the late bloomers; there is no better back story than the overlooked who go on to overcome. plus, tonight he was looking pretty cute in some hipster black jeans and a white belt. and oh those little pink cheeks on an otherwise pasty british boy. you just want to pinch them.
ann and dabney noticed tonight that the days of power ballad lighter vigils at concerts are sadly over. perhaps it's because less people smoke. or perhaps it's post-9/11 terrorism precautions. but no longer do you see the wave of lights or have to endure the pain of melting thumbs. the lighters of yesteryear have now been replaced by cellphones. so sway with your lighter only upon risk of appearing outdated. swaying with your open cellphone is much more hip.
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the bank of boston/fleetboston/harborlights pavillion was so great and the weather was such a treat, we opted to stand by the water, pretend that we were at a bbq and drink beer during the opening acts. i could hear her though.
oh, send me your address, and i will happily send you the regina spektor dvds they passed out afterwards.
Oh no! No lighter ballads? Well, what's the point of going to concerts then??
Hi ladies! I am glad you were able to experience the wonderfulness which is Keane. I love them!!! I want to see them again! Hope all is well! Fawn
I can't get enough of those pasty white british boys. Nope. Never enough. XOXO
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