I'm Bringing Sleepy Back.

Here's a newsflash: I'm not 21 anymore! Eleven short years ago, going to a concert on a Monday night never would have kicked my ass. But I am hurting today. We left right after JT did SexyBack (with an actual band, not electronic synthesized "music" - I was delighted!). He came back on stage in casual wear to sit at a piano. I said to Tim, "You know we're probably missing the best part of the show now, he's going to do actual music." But it was 11:30 and I missed my Moose! So we headed home after battling a bunch of overly aggressive drivers in the arena's parking lot. Next time you leave an event like that, remember: we all want to get home. Driving like an asshole won't get you there any faster. Let's just move along in an orderly fashion. It's not a race. Jackson had a high-needs night (took 16 oz of milk overnight!) so I was up a lot with him.

All this means is that my two best friends this morning are this and this. Tim got me this for Christmas, and you know I'd rather be spending time with it.

I'm so tired this morning, it's a gorgeous, bright, shiny day out and the sunshine is kind of making me angry. I don't want bright, happy sunshine. I want SLEEP!

The show was great though. Timbaland did the intermission, which turned out to be the least boring intermission I've ever sat through. He did a few fun mashups of songs he produced with lots of fun graphics onscreen for a complete audio and visual experience. He just kind of took the space over for 15 minutes and made it his world. It was fun and genius and he didn't look like he was "working" at all...just having a good time with music. And that's what being a musician is all about! Justin blew us away. I have heard him called the next Prince or the next Michael Jackson, but he is in a class by himself. He does it all. He writes the songs, he plays the instruments, he sings, and he dances like no white boy I've ever seen. The show was a delight to be at for anyone, JT fan or not. Timberlake is an uber- talented performer. If you have a chance to catch one of his upcoming FutureLove/SexShows (which is what he's calling this tour - weird name!) I highly recommend it. And that's not even mentioning how awesome his opening act, P!NK was! She TWIRLED ON RIBBONS IN THE AIR while singing "I'm Coming Out". A-MAZING. She also performed her original song, "Dear Mr. President" which I loved so much I had to stand up and cheer after she did it (even though I was the only one in my section to do so). I'm posting a link to the video on YouTube. I know I am not the only one fed up with the State of our Union, so I think others will identify with the sentiment she expresses in this song.




"Dear Mr. President"

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you