"...what was it we were thinking of..."

I'm going out to din tonight with a good friend, she is moving to Alaska. I've known her for 6 years and this will be the last time I see her for a long, long time.


I've been going through a heavy Peter Gabriel phase musically speaking. So much so that I went out and bought "Secret World" (the concert video made from his "Us" album). For some reason I can't stop watching it. It's not the best concert video ever shot, and I'm certain it's not his finest performance ever but there's something in the music that speaks to me and it helps to ease the fog a bit. When things get really bad, I pop in the DVD and strangely feel comforted. Maybe it's the music? Or perhaps the routine of something familiar? In my head I wonder how the lighting and scene cues were called...really...I sit there staring at the screen wondering...hmmm how the frig did they tech this thing? How much does that 14 foot double-sided revolving screen weigh and what kind of truss is up there supporting it? I wonder who's beneath the stage tugging on the phone cord that keeps Mr. Gabriel upright during the opening of "Talk to Me" when he strolls out of the telephone box? Did the stage hands have fun with it and jerk him around (literally)? Strange shit that only a former stage hand would wonder about, probably shit that no one else would be concerned with-they'd be more into the songs and musicians. Nope, me, I'm wondering how many trucks were used on that tour. I know, I'm not normal.


Peter Gabriel is a stud muffin though... gotta admire a man who is so in touch with his feminine side and can do a nasty bump and grind in front of thousands of fans. But seriously, I respect his artistic integrity and amazing lyrics.