So, we have here that most rare of things, a gorgeous sunny Vancouver winter day. It is truly glorious. Am I going for a hike? No, I am not. I do not hike. Much.
No, instead, I am sitting inside enjoying the light through a window, which is how I most like to enjoy the sunshine. I may have been a cat in a former life. And what else am I doing as I luxuriate in the sun and write to you, my friends?
I am boning up on pop music.
Because while I have never been a “cool” person (I’d say I rate a 5 on a 1 to 10 scale), tonight I’m going to do what the cool people do and attend a concert. And not just any concert – the Lady Gaga Born This Way Ball. I never go to concerts. I generally prefer to spend the money on a CD, so I can listen on my own terms without dealing with fans, who I find a bit intimidating in their enthusiasm. But I won tickets. (The last thing I won was a haiku contest when I was 11. It was pretty exciting to win something.) Box seat tickets, no less. Very posh. I’ve heard she puts on a good spectacle, so if I’m going to go to something live, this seems like a good choice. I’d never in a million years have spent money on this, but I’m super-thrilled to be going.
But this presented a bit of a conundrum, because I don’t actually know any of her music. And I think concerts are usually better if you know the music. To be honest, most of what I know about Lady Gaga has been stuff I’ve read on feminist blogs. (The feminists tend to be pro-Gaga, in case you’re interested.) I find her politics and person very interesting. I think I’d enjoy having a drink and a chat with her. But I am fairly unaware of her as a musician.
So now my domestic little breakfast scene is oddly soundtracked by some catchy dance music that I downloaded. It turns out it’s all pretty familiar. I guess even if you don’t listen to the radio, the tunes of mega music stars make it into your consciousness somehow anyway. So I think I’ll be adequately prepared. (Although a strange number of people have asked me if I’m dressing up for this and I have a feeling I don’t I have the right kind of dress-up clothes. My husband said something about tying a steak to his head, which seems a little anti-vegetarian to me.)
That’s all for now. Happy Saturday!