Liar, liar...Matt's on Fire!!!

So our date nights can look like this...

• Get sitter (thanks dad).
• Head to Workplay.
• Foolishly try to work out some misunderstandings on the way.
• Enter Workplay.
• Frantically try to recover from trying to work out misunderstandings on the way.
• Experience "recovery failure".
• Start crying (me).
• And crying (me again).
• Keep crying (me still).
• Drudge through the misunderstandings in Workplay.
• Stop crying.
• Finally experience some understanding.
• Believe husband's words, "You look fine! No one will even know you've been crying."
• Agree to stay.
• Find a table.
• Roll eyes at husband when lady asks if I've been crying.
• Have a couple of good laughs with liar (I mean husband).
• Enjoy some great live music...and finally each other!

I love date nights. Especially the good ones like these. There's just nothing quite like it. Just good old fashioned fighting. A lover's spat, if you will. And I must say, I'm not a huge fan of crying in public, but I'm getting better at it, as the tears just sometimes fall and I happen to be there. In public, I mean. There really is just no sense in running. They fall fast, so it's not like you have massive amounts of time to change anything or go anywhere.

So I think to myself... what's the worst that can happen? I get embarrassed? A tad late for that. Someone points out that I look like I've been crying? Well, yes actually. Our "table neighbor" pointed out (right off the bat) that I looked like I'd been crying. To which I replied awkwardly, "Yeah...yes. Yes, I've been crying." And then it became rather high-schoolish (but I liked it).

She was like, "A good cry? Or a bad cry?" And then I was like, "A good one". And then she was like, "Cool." And then I was like, "Yeah." And then we just carried on like that about relationships and what-not.

And so... as far as I can see, if that's the worst that can happen, then I say go ahead and just cry your eyeballs out in public. It's really not all that bad. Kind of freeing actually.

Now on to the music...

We were newbies to the headliner band, Griffin House. And we really liked them. (Un-mute your computer and you can get a taste for yourself) His feel is sort of a throw back to Bruce Springsteen and John Mellencamp with a twist of Bono in a kilt and cowboy boots. His music feels good and it's a bit more on the lovey, old school rock-n-roll side of life. (In other words, he's no Matt Mayfield, but I don't hold that against him.)

And speaking of him, Matthew Mayfield is a personal favorite, and honestly the reason we went in the first place. He's deeply melancholy and his wounds of life are front and center in his music. (Either that, or he reads a lot of poetry and takes it really seriously). He really has a gift. His voice is the most amazing thing.

You can find him here... www.myspace.com/matthewmayfieldmusic

So here's a few snaps of those talented folks...

MM... strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words. And of course, killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly.... with his song.

















And here is Matthew, just as he caught on fire during the set.

But he turned out fine.

















Griffin House.













Girl from Griffin House.






















Griffin and Matthew "Jammin' on the One", if you will..











I wish I had a cutie picture of me and my Matt, but my eyes were a touch on the puffy side and that's just against the rules. (Kermit the frog comes to mind, so you can understand.)

But I love you, honey. Thanks for hanging in there with me. You're a real trooper. A liar, when you want to stay and hear bands, but a real trooper to put up with all of me. You just went and got yo self all up in a mess when you married this one! But aren't you the lucky one!! ;)
Cause REAL men love leprechauns.

Peace, Love, and all that Jazz...