Is he going to get 8 in Beijing???

I know what you are saying..."Who is Mark Knopfler?" I had to ask Marc the same question when he bought the tickets last month. Well...turns out he used to be Mr. Dire Straits and is one hell of a geetar player.

Here's what else I learned about him. He's a finger-player on the geetar...as opposed to a strummer, which the majority of guitar players are. Finger-players pick and pluck on each individual string, while strummers run a pick or fingernail across the base. Thus the signature guitar sound of Dire Straits. Hmmm.

So anyways...awesome night of music in an awesome venue. I love concerts at Chastain Park.



It's an old outdoor ampitheatre here that attracts an amazing roster of A-list musical acts of all kinds every summer. A night there is so much fun no matter who's playing, really. They let you pack in your own yuppie-yum-yums and wine and beer and libations and candles and chill out under the stars and have a good ol' time. Jeez...I LOVE nights at Chastain.

Jessica sent this to me this week. You have to read through and then get to the last sentence. I thought it was pretty funny.





Now I'm wondering...Do you think this is a real sign???

(Note: Joe Cocker signing "You Are So Beautiful" was previously here, but I got really kinda sick of hearing it every time I opened up my blog. I mean really...I loves the song...but enough is enough already)

P.S. I'm being a wee bit of a mischievous little tart today...

Here's the lame pic I took of her with my cell phone the other night...



Here's a better one from her website...



I warned Marc that I just might be a big ol' mess if she performed "When I Get It Right" Tuesday night. She did indeed sing "When I Get It Right". I was indeed a mess.

Embarrassing concert tears.

There's something about being that close in a theater to a songwriter while they sing a particular song that has touched you for years. A song that you have cherished for decades from a pair of speakers. Now that person is singing it live, in your presence...just a few feet away from you.

Concert tears.

Silly stupid concert tears. I started blubbering like an idiot, being just a few feet away from Joan Armatrading singing "When I Get it Right". A couple of my girlfriends from New Orleans had driven up for the concert. When Joan started the song, my girl Cam and I looked over at each other and said "I know, I know".

Silly concert tears.

That artist and that song that gets into you. That artist and that song that you've played and replayed and replayed and replayed from the time you were a teenager.

Moments that provoke faggy concert tears.

When I saw Bowie again a couple of years ago at a show at Chastain Park...I was amazed that he included "Rock and Roll Suicide" in the set. When he started singing the first line..."time takes a cigarette"...from Ziggy Stardust...I immediately broke out in faggy-ass embarrassing concert tears.

When Lindsey Buckingham started singing "Go Your Own Way" at Variety Playhouse last year...yup...I was a big ol' concert teary mess.

So odd...so random...so queer and so bittersweet.

I can't share that Joan Armatrading song with you, 'cause I can't find it out on the worldwide...but here's some other stuff of hers...







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