ELTON JOHN!!!

To all those that didn’t want to see him…BOOYAH!!! It was incredible!!! The man is a genius. He is a miracle on a piano. Over 60 and still as entertaining as ever. Amazing, ingenious, brilliant, compelling and, God knows how many more adjectives, can not even begin to describe him. I did not even expect him to sing Circle of Life and when he did…I cried. There was so much emotion, thought and meaning in the way he wrote, played and sang that song. He sang all of my favorite songs. From Your song and Sacrifice to Saturday and Crocodile Rock… he was brilliant. His beautiful tribute to Marilyn Monroe, mind-blowing performance to I guess that’s why they call it the Blues … it was of another heaven.

And the minute he played Saturday, the crowd went wild. That followed by a sing-along to Crocodile Rock and Yellow Brick Road…oh it was unbelievable.

His band was equally amazing. A fabulous percussionist, suave bassist, funky lead guitarist, energetic drummer and magical keyboardist completed the ensemble. 6 men were all it took to fill the arena with electricity.

It was worth every dirham…every fil spent and if there is a person who thinks he should not sing… be warned…I’ll make you face a firing squad.

It's over

It’s been 2 months since I last did this… the most hectic 2 months of the year. Turned 19, played and wrote my piano exam, lost and found my dad, partied, got piss drunk, stressed over the end of semester exams, spent Christmas with family and said goodbye to the new year hoping, wishing and praying that the new one would bring me what I needed.

When I first thought of writing this post, depressing, pathetic and boring would have been few of the many words to describe it. That was 2 weeks ago. But as I write this at 2:45 am, on the 12th of January 2008… I figured that that’s not what I really wanted to do.

Sure, the year had been bad… it felt like the universe was conspiring against me, forcing me to feel pain and sorrow, drowning me in my own thoughts. But it wasn’t always this way.

Momentary periods of pure ecstasy showed me that it wasn’t all bad.

The one thing that I hate about being human is that understanding with your head and with your heart and soul, or rather knowing and completely understanding, are two entirely different things. It made me wish I was blissfully ignorant sometimes but I guess this was when I was most ready to accept it. The change, the lessons and all of it in between.

I don’t want this to be an achingly long post about absolutely nothing so all im going to say is… a toast, to life, happiness, love, growth and the opposites… and hope that this year will be better than the last