|Do you know this man? Hang on to your hats... you're about to meet him. [source]|
While the Suburban Soliloquist is away negotiating real estate agreements and finance arrangements (yes, she too, nearly forgot about that laborious and evidently not-so-captivating-dot-i-cross-t job where she redlines paragraphs packed with polysyllabic words such as herinafters and notwhithstanding-the-forgoings concurrently with vainly attempting to ward off the one-hundred-thousand-word migraine) she has made very special arrangements for you to see a very rare show in a tiny and somewhat cluttered but acoustically pleasant venue where very exciting things happen on a daily basis (which, to the best of her knowledge, do not include real estate or legal matters, at least—at the very least—not on all-songs-considered day) that sometimes have the effect of giving her...
Are you dressed and ready to go? Well, fine, don't dress. Dress is optional.
Alright then, here are your TICKETS (click, click) for the show. You'll need them to get in. Now go. Seriously, go now. And Enjoy! (Oh, and take a look at the program, too.)
When it's over, please feel free to come back and let the Suburban Soliloquist know what you thought of it. She likes hearing from you.
This is how the Suburban Soliloquist feels about the man in the show:
You can find the man's lastest CD and preview all songs here.
Disclaimer: The Suburban Soliloquist shall not be liable for any claims, accidents, damages or expenses of whatever nature arising directly or indirectly from any accident, injury or damage to any person or persons or property caused, in part or wholly, by swooning audience, nor shall she be responsible for the consequence of any actions--per se, swooning--of those attending the show, nor for disturbing her readers with redundant disclaimers.
(The Suburban Soliloquist likes her blogger job a whole lot better, unfortunately, that gig is pro bono. She will, though, endeavor to keep it.)
He does have a certain swoon-worthy sit about him, doesn't he?ReplyDelete
Your command of legalese both astounds and scares me.
I've been looking at the photo, and I haven’t swooned once - thank god!ReplyDelete
Visions of cigars, dark mahogany bars, and martini glasses.ReplyDelete
haha...love the above comments.ReplyDelete
Yes. A swoon and a fan on the face worthy.
I'll pass on the opportunity to declare his swoonworthiness. But I will say that he looks like a cross between Casey Affleck and Joseph Gordon-Levitt.ReplyDelete
Good Frolic choice. (I saw this the other day, too.) You do like guitarists, it seems.
Thanks for your kind words on my blog. I read the post referenced in your comment. It was quite a good one, I agree. I appreciate your following me.ReplyDelete
I enjoyed this post, and might have even swooned. Or maybe it was just an undigested bit of beef or a piece of cheese....
Kimberly- I liked him as a shaggy-haired cutie in Elefant. But I like him even better on his own. And he's a Brown grad, too! (Listen, I have to prop up little Rhody any way I can).ReplyDelete
The legalese scares me, too. ;)
Dicky- Ah ha! See. More evidence. ;)ReplyDelete
Munk- Oh, I like that scene. Very intriguing and sexy. Do you have an opening line for that one?ReplyDelete
Loree- Five big swoons. Ack, maybe it's the lurking menopause. I've been a little kooky lately. ;)ReplyDelete
Jess- Should of known you'd have advanced seating. I'm embarrassed to say I had to look up Levitt. Boy do I need to get to the movies. And I don't have the baby sitter excuse any longer.ReplyDelete
Ha! How'd you know? Really? It might have been Eric Clapton who was my first crush. I can't remember, there's been so many. ;)
Stan- Good to see you here! I'm enjoying your reads.ReplyDelete
Beef and cheese do that to me, too. Wait, I don't eat beef. Or I should say I very rarely eat beef. Or I should say I eat only very rare beef... rarely.
in a just world, blogging would pay handsomely and intriguing gorgeous latin guitarists would make house calls as needed.ReplyDelete
Hmmm…He had a strange effect on me, but I like it;) Very swoonable, exotic sounding, strumming right to my heart. Sigh…nice.ReplyDelete
Your introduction was amazing! I love how you bend the English language in such a way that it surprises me and takes me to all sorts of places.
The ticket price was a great bargain too. I can’t wait until the next show.
In bed- If the world were only just... Wait, house calls? Oh my, is the Latin guitarist a doctor, too? No, that would simply be too much to ask... that would be in the ideal world. I'll take the house call from the musician, though. I'm sure he can cure many ailments. ;)ReplyDelete
Leah- A concert in the comfort of your own home. Wonderful, eh? NPR has a back room loaded with tiny desk top treasures. And then there's the "oddly informative news quiz" at Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me on Saturday mornings...ReplyDelete
wait, wait, I think it's on right now! I've got to run and find my daughter's Hello Kitty boom box--it's the only way I can listen to at home!
Very cool, and my wife thanks you.ReplyDelete
I did that thing where I follow the links wherever they may lead, and then forgot to come back and leave a comment yesterday.ReplyDelete
There's a possibility I may have swooned, but then again, maybe it was just the Texas heat.
Nice selection this week.
Mr. Garcia had quite the effect on you.;)ReplyDelete
Isn't the internet great when you can be in the audience at any time, without standing in line for tickets?
haha....and I was led to believe I was far more swoonworthy than him....hrumph...house calls indeed.ReplyDelete
Anyway I did the same as Nessa and followed the yellow brick road of links etc and got distracted....so I came back to say damn...you got good taste.
I am better looking though ;)
I like simplicity (noted in the NPR link). Especially in lyrics where I can understand what the song is about. The instrumental part makes up for it and is beautiful. I could listen to an entire "album" of his songs to get the whole story. Very nice!ReplyDelete
Tim- Oh come on, you enjoyed this, too, right? ;) Glad your wife liked it, anyway!ReplyDelete
Nessa- Thanks for coming back! Well, the heat could have had something to do with it... but, nah, I doubt it. It was all about the music, now wasn't it? ;)ReplyDelete
Antares- Nothing like the comfort of your own home. Maybe next time I'll invite from friends and we'll have a swoonfest. (For free!) ;)ReplyDelete
Dan- Yes, yes, of course, you're quite swoonworthy, indeed. Do you have any videos? I mean, that we can post here on Blogger?! ;)ReplyDelete
Linda- I knew you would love this. The music, the words, the... ugh, well, the singer.. It's quite a package. Next time you stop by we'll throw his CD in the thingamajig and swoon together.ReplyDelete
Or may we'll watch his videos. ;)