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Steak and Christmas lights and Kahlua-in-my-Coffee and - YesBabble.

Jon Anderson. Celestial Ewok.



Sat down and watched the whole of the Yes 35th Anniversary concert. Guh. Just..my God. I really needed that. And yes, it felt sort of weird and blasphemous to eat steak to Yes, for some reason, but whatcanyado.

After receiving that email blurb from rickysbaby about Joey Ramone going out while listening to U2, I've given this much thought and I definitely want some Yes in there, in my exit soundtrack..Not really to go actually OUT to - 'cos sorry, that HAS to be, 'Solsbury Hill', I think - but, DAY-UM.

I'm thinkin', 'Wondrous Stories' or, 'And You and I', maybe..Oh, to soar off and travel to this..Man. Decisions, decisions.

But, anyway. Gah. I'm glad I turned my son on to these guys, again, too. Just amazing, every single song - even 'bad' Yes (IE: 'Rhythm of Love') is still Yes.

The audience was an ocean of male pattern baldness, before the Roger Dean-designed stage - all letting loose and fucking FLAILING in liEk, JOY AND WORSHIP, and hey, good on them. I can't imagine what tickets went for for this. Lucky stockbrokers.

Steve Howe is quite possibly one of the coolest beings on earth. DJ said he looks like, 'the cool chem teacher that everyone likes that can secretly REALLY play guitar' - and he does. I love his glasses. And even though he has no discernable ass, I am oddly fascinated by his arms - he is the king of ropy veins; apparently, this man has liEk zero body fat - it's all sinew, like beef jerky. And GODDAMN, he can play. I think I may have a small crushling on him, here. Wtf. My kinda 'guitar hero'. I shook his hand. :)

And fwiw, Alan White may not have hair, but he has the body of a 35-year-old, and was kicking some INSANE ass on his apparent glowing Multitudinous High Altar of The Drums - the whole show was chock fulla solos and showoffery as only Yes can get away with - and I wish there were more close-ups of Mr. Alan, but whatcanyado.

They just burst out with, 'Turn of the Century' - how did I *not* notice this on the cover playlist? - and I literally clutched my chest and got teary-eyed. That alone was worth the price of the dvd.

Rick Wakeman. Oh, how we love Mr. Wakeman. He looks like my best female friend, Denise, from high school, now, and still with the same haircut, heheehhehe. ♥ I miss the days of capes, etc, from Mr. Wakeman, but he can still play. I love to watch his hands fly - just incredible - and DJ got a Glare of Doom when he dared to suggest that he seemed as if he'd 'lost some dexterity' - please. The man's LOST more than most have ever HAD. I also shook HIS hand. :)

And Chris Squire. Heh. Still gettin' down with his bad self. Still wantin' SO to be the rock stah. Clodhoppin' around like some badass neanderthal - just so entertaining to watch.

And Jon. Hehehheheee..He's just The Man. I want to liEk, lay in a field of flowers by a river and get stoned with his little pocketsized elf-daddy self and giggle and talk hippy-dippy deep spiritual nonsense. He has that blessed, blessed VOICE. Redeems any and all missteps in a sea of sparkling golden light. I love his dear little speaking voice and cannot imagine him cussing anyone out angrily or whatnot. I just can't. He's still Jon, and that jacket. The one he wore when he did this walking-thru-the-audience business, hehehee.

Love him. Love them all. Love this music. :)



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When I woke up, this evening, I walked out of the bedroom to see..

...a shirt hanging there...with a note, pinned to it...a sappy, 'Stay Pretty, blah-blah-blah' load of ".........." from Teh Man. No, he did NOT just walk in, I asked DJ..but STILL. WTF.

It's liEk, this BEIGE dress shirt with little crimson flowers all over it..sort of liEk, prairie calico-esque..liEk.........

..and a pair of flaming Santa Claus-red capri low-rise ghetto sweats that have a black heart on them - thankfully no, 'bootylicious' or other such sentiment on the ass - but WTF. WHO DID HE BUY THESE FOR?

ME?

HOW MANY DECADES OF SOLID BLACK DO YOU HAVE TO LIVE WITH TO GET A CLUE?

I am simply and utterly speechless.