As soon as the car was repaired, one could have guessed what I would be hearing. I have lots of people to thank, from the boss for giving me time off to the great guys at the Organic Mechanic who actually fixed my car, a weird proposition in this life. I now had to close the door and slip in a Justin CD to do something about these post-Moody Blues; which can truly only be cured by going back for more.

I is-pose there will be demand for a concert review. The fans have been fun and especially nice and engaging. They were that way during the last Justin tour as I now recall. How cool.

Mike is astounding audiences. The guitar afficionado two chairs down was really impressed. I couldn't wait to see what he would think of Mike. He would say things like, "Unbelievable," during the performance. Julie's keyboard playing is perfect, and I remain amazed at her attack (as in "attack and decay," not "Bam! Bam! Bam!"). I think back to how raw the first show without Alan sounded, and how absoletutely polished this now is.

Then, there is Justin. One cannot help but love him. He's looking debonair as ever, and the voice is as good as ever. He is having the crowd fill in during "Question." He sings, "I'm looking for someone to change my life," and wants us to sing, "I'm looking for a miracle in my life." Do you know how hard it is to look at Justin and say you're looking for a miracle? I mean, Justin makes me happier than anything. It's why I follow him around the countryside. So, it is a little spoiled to have everything you want and say you want a miracle, huh? So, I rebelled the last time. He said not to worry if we didn't know the words, so I scatted, "Day o umba day o mambu ji ay o."

Justin is being super sweet in his monologues, telling us not to get uptight or take anything anyway. It made me realize how uptight I've been and is really quite soothing. He's such a beautiful soul. I can't say what he says, or it will ruin it for everybody. I is-pose the set list is readily available online, too. I can't recall any particular chord transition or timbre that made me stand up and say wow. It all blends into a peaceful, easy feeling, so serene. If I could change anything, I would ask Mike to go back to the settings he used to use at the end of "IKYOTS." The fuzz isn't cutting it.

Mike broke a string and had to go change it. Justin made a comment about just having thought how he wanted to change his shoes. He had the hardest time deciding how to fill the time appropriately as the crowd waited for Mike to return. Justin pulled a bandage off his arm and threw it on ?his amp? with machismo, and then rubbed his arm later. I also thought I saw his hand shaking. No, I do not look for faults. I don't like him to be in pain is all. He had shiny black shoes last night.

The mood is perfect, and then it ends and it's time to go back to work. But first, I must wait by the buses because it ends too soon. Last night, I was early, so I walked around the block and then I was late. Justin was already in the getaway car, and he had said hello to a girl who was so elated, she flew across the street screaming, "He talked to me!" I could feel for her.

I'm not in the mood to remember details. I just want to bask in the emotion while it lasts.

1) Yes. Justin always looks better. His voice is perfect and enough to make one stand up and say wow at times.

2) I know chasing Justin around the countryside is illogical and economically weird, but whenever I go, I can think of no place my soul would be more at peace. Even though last night was a dud, it was still good.

4) I have to put in earplugs, or the political speech on the radio at 160dB, telling me what a moron I am for not worshipping bull-bull-bull-bull-

P.S. I am inclined not to put reviews up here. I don't feel I have the knack for it. I feel so stupid and invasive and objectifying; and it would be nice if I could write above the third-grade level and write intelligently about music tech, I guess. Besides, there are so many vids online, one can get the drift. But then, there's a fan sight for posting that kind of thing, or maybe it is just to let the crew know who's psycho. Hello.

I arrived at my last concert late, for several reasons, not the least of which was Google Maps said I could travel 600 miles in 8 hours. On reflection, I was glad Google Maps gave me such an outrageous schedule, as I wouldn't have attempted the trip had it been more than 8 hours.

Anyhoo, Mike was already playing. I decided to use the ladies' room and pull myself together. I had changed while driving and such, the quarters being somewhat more cramped than usual. Well, I was surprised at how crisp and clear Mike's playing was. With all the reverb in the auditoriums, his playing sounds kind of messy sometimes, which is not bad given the level of complexity. But in the lobby, I heard every single note in technical precision with no slop. I wanted to stay and listen, but even the merch dude (Brian?) was going outside, and I would have felt like a dweeb.

I went in and waited in the back with another lady, but the usher insisted on seating us, so I mashed 4-5 people trying to get into my seat in the dark. I hate to be rude like that. The white noise returned in the auditorium, but again, it is not bad at all. Maybe I need a miracle ear.

Wandering off topic, I want to tell the world about my wardrobe malfunction. As I said, I was crunched for space while changing. So, as I exited the ladies' room, I straightened my skirt and tried to pull my shirt down in back, when what to my surprise I discovered my mascara rolled up in the back of my panty-toes. It was one of those huge, butterfly wands. How'd that get there? And through security? Welcome to my life.

I continue to be impressed by Julie. She plays with the precision of a music box. I'm just saying, I'm not that great, but it would take a lot of work to get equal volume and equal time on all those mordent notes the way she does. Yes, I spend my spare time marveling.

Justin, it goes without saying, is perfect.