Last week my boyfriend and I went to see the Indigo Girls in concert. They were at a lovely venue in the foothills where we live. I adore going to concerts there because it is an entire experience different than a huge arena with thousands of screaming fans. Well, the part about the screaming fans still applies, but most of them were women holding hands. I'm off topic.
Every summer I check out the concert schedule and pick two or three that I'll love. This week we saw Death Cab for Cutie there and they were phenomenal. But back to to the girls…
Their opening band was- wait, now I can't remember the name of the band, but at the time, with the breeze blowing and great food and good vibes, I thought they were amazing. So I trooped over to the swag tent and bought myself their CD. Ask me today where it is, quick, make me answer!!
The answer is- I have no idea. They were great and at the time I thought I'd come straight home, load them onto my ipod and enjoy them the entire week. Nope.
So once again the Law of diminishing kicks in. How many CD's does one person need? Downloaded tunes? Records? Tapes? OK, no one has tapes anymore but you get the picture. I bought the CD and now what? I already have more songs on my ipod than I can safely navigate. Sometimes when I'm running on the treadmill and get distracted by the looooooong list, I almost fall off like those dorks in movies that fly into the wall behind them. CJ Craig does it in the very first episode of The West Wing and it is hilarious, but I'd rather NOT.
I got caught up in a concert moment. And I hope to do better in the future.