I got up early to rewatch the commissioners' meeting - to make sure I don't misquote and all. Instead, I went to Justin's web site. ... I just finished making a bunch of stuff in the kitchen, and as I did, I was singing:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjCb3-hyb9w

I didn't know that, either. He didn't look like a slave; I didn't see a master anywhere. I admired his pleasant disposition.

I'm off topic again. I want to go everywhere Justin goes, and I may just buy so many tickets I have nothing left for airfare.

Geographically, Amsterdam kind of depresses me because it is so much like Michigan. I've wanted to go to Scandanavia for some time, but it's a tad early for a midnight sun. I thought Germany would still be chill in April/May, but then I started thinking of how dreamy it must be in Bavaria, meadows blossoming in snow melt. The venues for the last two dates have a lot of ambience for sure.

Then, there's England. It's been awhile. Merseyside sounded fun, but that is one of about five dates I must definitely not do. I see Justin is doing four in a row in England, so I guess I was wrong about his scheduling. His voice held up really well the last tour, I thought he had found his rhythm - but what do I know? When he's not performing for the public, he could be recording, doing private shows, or rehearsing. I fell into the pit of thinking the stage persona is all there is - like the lady in the very beautiful blue and purple coat who, outside Pine Knob back when I only went to local shows, told me the Moody Blues only came down from space to tour. I think she was serious.

That said, we've all gone some funky places to see Justin, and all the scariness manages to fade from memories: I'm now recalling the Frozen Tundra Tour, freezy weather in St. Augustine, the brawl in SJC, people yelling on the streets of Baltimore, the purse snatches in Princess Anne and Raleigh, the guy having a panic attack outside Woodlands, somebody passing out in front of another show, the swill of an atmosphere in Hamilton. Then, there were all those adventures that crack me up because of dreadful mistakes I made and the miracles of everything coming together, anyway; the sleep-deprivation of all the overnight driving following a week of losing sleep over working ahead. My only regrets are people I hurt along the way: the gas station attendant I yelled at after "holding it" forever in a Connecticut traffic jam, the friend with whom I got lost when I could no longer focus my eyes and was too sleepy to figure out how to get where we were going, the band when I so rudely acted out my temper tantrum in the front row, etc. That said, there's no such thing as a bad place to see Justin, is there?

Flights from LA are about half what it would cost me to buy a two- or three-day flight one way connecting through Istanbul; and about a third the cost of a one-day, politically-stable ticket.

What if I can't stay on-topic? Mercy? Please?

It appears Ticketmaster et al are selling tickets for the Danish and German shows, but Justin's web site is not acknowledging them. What is the meaning of that?

Expedia is now offering me $159 airfare, roundtrip from Asheville to Australia. I need to work on my timing.

I thought it was a happy video. I don't know anything about the movie. I agree we shouldn't knowingly be offensive, but so many times I use ordinary English words I find are despicably offensive. I've never been swift with pop culture, so I can't keep up.

Oh, no. I don't chase swamp gas. It's fair to say, I believe I paid enough attention in Sunday school to learn love demands nothing in return. That said, Justin has given me more than I could ask already, through his beautiful music and the feeling I get at his shows. I get more out of life from that than anything else I do.

I love spring, any way, any how. In Michigan, around Easter, one would finally see grass coming through the snow. It was such a wonderful thing because it meant summer was on it's way. I assume spring is already well underway in Georgia, but the live cams are all black right now. If you want to share why you're going to Georgia, that's cool.

I've been thinking about fireflies, too; as in, "Say something good about winter: It's four months until firefly season."

This is a very beautiful page, though, one must admit.