Friday, May 6

M5 on M5, being Maroon 5 on the fifth of May (also known as the fifth of the fifth)

Yeah, they're very big on their fives and stuff.

Amazing. Being on the floor increased the atmosphere ten-fold from when we went to see Usher. I could actually see Adam Levine's face. It was amusing. He's rather metro. What an incredible front man. He reminds me of Chris Martin, with all the energy he brings onto the stage with him. For some reason, my thoughts jump to Liam, and as much as I love him and his odyssey of idiocy, he's a pretty fail front man. Noel at least has emotion when he sings, even if he does look rather bored playing the guitar...but Liam, as compared to someone like Adam Levine? Just...yeah. He was brilliant. He was so into it.

Such a bromance going on with James Valentine (from here on in known as Jimmy V, cause that's what Adam Levine calls him. When he first said it, I was all like "what? who?") They're such kids. They're all like "we're so in sync that we'll jump down on the last chord of the song cause we've been bffls since we were teenagers".

And his hair. It's ridiculous. Look at it go. 

My brother thought a girl had replaced him...awks. 

I once again bought an over-priced t-shirt (although five dollars cheaper than Usher - yay! Massive win), with pretty triangles and everything. My mother had forbidden me from buying one before we left last night, but then I called her and used my mega persuasion skills over the phone once we got to Rod Laver. 

The conversation went something like this:

"Hi, why are you calling?"
"...can I buy a t-shirt?" 

She relented. But only after we told her that cloaking had been free. Savings of two dollars. 

I was listening to She Will Be Loved today. Just re-realised how amazing it is. A cause of me not having realised (sort of) was that I never heard the last lines the way they were. I always heard it as something weird and funky. But now, it all fits, and it's even more suited than I ever intended it to be. 
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

It sorta hit me last night, how amazing it would be to be up on that stage. I get such a high from performing just in an ensemble where I in no means play an important part (pardon me if that made no sense, I'm rather tired). Could you imagine the feeling of over ten thousand people watching you? 

By the way, our little digital camera is a freakin beast.

They played a fair bit of their old stuff, which was very enjoyable. Nothing tops Songs About Jane.

Support acts were also rather decent, unlike for Usher (seriously, Trey Songz? "I am single and lonely ladies. Ladies, I'm single. By the way, I'm single. And lonely. I'm looking for love. Cause I'm lonely. And single.) First there was this Ry Cuming guy who no one knew, so it was slightly awks. However, his voice was quite nice, as were his songs.

 Then there was Sara Bareilles (whose last name I read as Beret until she introduced herself last night).

I was never really that into her, but man, she was good.

I am now very tired. Had this brief, split-second dream state before while doing spec. My brother asked me a question, and I just blanked out momentarily. You know that state of a dream where you believe that you're somewhere, but you know that you're not? That's what happened. For a brief, brief moment, I thought I was somewhere else. I have no idea where. But yeah. The point is, I'm very tired and my knees hurt. But oh, it was worth it.

 It was incredible. 

Driving slow on Sunday morning, I never want to leave

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