First in line

Last night, my friend Rasa and I went to see my favorite folk guitar artist ever.

Although he didn't sing to me specifically like he did last time, I did manage to strategize my way into his life. Via being first in a very long line at a post-show meet/greet. Embarrassing, I know.

And really, not for nothing. I somehow convinced the tour manager to give me his contact information. Next time they're in town, I have ins and welcome permission to drop off cupcakes. AND I got this great picture (and an autographed CD for C) out of it.

He's super talented. Beautiful lyrics. Amazing melodies. Quirky inspiration. I like him a lot. Go iTunes Joshua Radin. (Wow, I wasn't even paid to write this. Word-of-mouth marketing works when it's something this good.)

P.S. Thanks to new friend Jessica who saved the day by taking this picture for me (and actually followed through with sending it over) when my phone died. :)

Rock Out

We rock out a lot in our house.

Tonight: Beyonce.

Oh-oh-oh.

How did THEY get in?

I was just scrolling through some article about celebrities who were at the inauguration earlier today and noticed a lot of foreign faces. Not that I have anything against the foreign celeb list or anything, but I was just wondering how they get priority over other American celebrities to attend such a publicized event.

I mean, unless there's some amendment in the Bill of Rights that I haven't heard of, they weren't even allowed to vote for the man.

Sting going through the metal detectors

Marisa Tomei (okay, she's allowed) and Shakira schmoozing with the new POTUS

Bono, the self-proclaimed activist.

Is it just that we don't have enough quality domestic musicians to fill a set list for an inaugural concert?