sorry folks, the only thing that this post has to do with stellan is that the name:robert smith
it was on the very short shortlist of possible names, if we hadn't decided upon - stellan.
(btw, mark still hasn't forgiven me for not calling his nephew robert smith kirk-jensen)
the concert last night at bercy was out of this world and i re-lived some very significant, happy moments between ages 18-22 years old: flashes of mark nicking my eyeliner, lipstick and teasing his hair up, blasting the 10:15 saturday night through the hallways of duchesne west dormitory on friday afternoons/evenings during freshman year with my roommate, kerry.
it began with "the end of the world" wove in the classics like , pictures of you (couldn't that intro be stretched forever?), primary, kyoto song, the walk, a forest, killing an arab, boys don't cry to pop favourites - just like heaven, lovecats, close to me. even 10:15 saturday night, a song that i didn't think would make the playlist was performed in the second of the third encores.
even the usually reserved french audience seemed to show a little more enthusiasm than they usually do and thanks to my friend nadia, i felt quite at ease to dance & squirm my way through the entire show!
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