Harry Connick Jr.
He was waiting for me quietly when I returned home from work today. He has a smile that makes your heart melt, and has sex appeal that just won’t quit. Oh, and his face is always close to my chest.
Saturday night, it was him and I, my boyfriend and 17,000 other fans at the Hollywood Bowl. He came out on stage wearing all black - the top was unbutton halfway, running his hand through his thick masse of dark curls, and his voice - deep and seductive with a southern accent. I felt like a school girl who just saw the high school water polo team run by - in their speedos. I was screaming like I was at a football game, the Super Bowl. There was nowhere better to be at that night. It was a fantastic show - lots of big band jazz, trios, piano solos, singing and dancing along with much of his up-front humor. I just never wanted it to end.
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July 27th, 2004 at 12:07 am
Hahaha, well now you know how I felt when I went to go see Metallica back in March.
I knew it was a big deal seeing Metallica in person, but I didn’t realize how big it was till the lights went out and they ripped into “Blackened”.
It’s funny how no matter what kind of music you listen to, seeing the artist, being there in person, always feels bigger than it really is.
It sounds like you had a blast!
July 27th, 2004 at 12:37 am
That was hilarious!
Sounds like you guys had a great time! Woo-hoo!