I absolutely splurged and bought floor tickets to Taylor Swift's 10/3 concert at the Q for my little sister's 20th birthday. (Man, doesn't 20 sound so old?? She used to be 2 you know...)
The concert was much better than I thought it'd be, and the seats were way better than I had ever imagined.
Gloriana opened for Taylor, and they were really great. We knew them from their single, "Wild at Heart." Here they are...
Then came Kellie Pickler who seems like so much fun in real life! She was wearing super-high-heels absolutely covered in glitter and had a matching microphone. So fun!
When she sang "Red High Heels," someone actually held a red high heel on stage, which she of course autographed. It was so cute.
Then, among a screaming, cheering crowd and posters of Kanye West with his head crossed off and saying things like "Why'd you have to be so heartless?" Taylor came out to to begin her show.
Completely amazing...
I have a string of YouTubes, too, but this one, you absolutely must see. Taylor is even more humble than she looks to be on TV, and Cleveland, well, we obviously love Taylor! Check out this video!! (Oh, and keep it on because White Horse is afterwards - one of my faves!)
Here's a playlist of all my my YouTube concert videos... scroll down for the set of Taylor. I have Kellie Pickler and Gloriana on there, too. They were great!
I hope my little sister enjoyed herself at my wallet-breaking concert! ;-) She seemed to have a great time which was all that matters.
My school is known for it's surrounding quaint-yet-happening college town, and nestled at the center of it is a nearly century-old theater, the Kent Stage. When I heard one of my favorite artists, Brandi Carlile, was coming, I had Jonathan get tickets right away. Wednesday was the concert, and it was absolutely perfect. A new artist named Gregory Alan Isakov opened for Brandi, and came on first and presented folksy set of subtle songs. But the real evening started when Brandi Carlile came on for an acoustic night of intensely personal, beautiful music. I love Brandi because she writes the most amazingly candid lyrics and sings with such an distinctive, remarkably unique voice. She's not afraid to take you into the deepest parts of her soul, both lyrically and vocally. You can just feel the emotion in her voice, and her lyrics are just so beautifully, intrinsically human. She sang and sang and sang, citing the amazing audience for causing her to sing longer than other concerts. When the night was finally through, Brandi, sweet and unpretentious, came out to greet her fans. Jonathan let me wait in line to meet her which I thought was very awesome-fiance of him. ;-)
All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don't mean anything When you've got no one to tell them to It's true...I was made for you I climbed across the mountain tops Swam all across the ocean blue I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules But baby I broke them all for you Because even when I was flat broke You made me feel like a million bucks You do I was made for you You see the smile that's on my mouth It's hiding the words that don't come out And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed They don't know my head is a mess No, they don't know who I really am And they don't know what I've been through like you do And I was made for you... All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don't mean anything When you've got no one to tell them to It's true...I was made for you
I heard you found some pretty words to say You found your little game to play and there's no one allowed in Then just when we believe we could be great Reality it permeates And conquers from within again These days we go to waste like wine That's turned to turpentine It's six AM and I'm all messed up I didn't mean to waste your time So I'll fall back in line But I'm warning you we're growing up We're OK I know we're OK
Jonathan just sent me an email with a song I can't help but share. I love it when he does random stuff like this... Just one of the reasons I love my guy so much... He just gets it, you know? He just gets me. Feels so good...
there may come a time, a time in everyones life where nothing seems to go your way where nothing seems to turn out right there may come a time, you just can't seem to find your way for every door you walk on to, seems like they get slammed in your face
that's when you need someone, someone that you can call and when all your faith is gone feels like you cant go on
let it be me let it be me if it's a friend that you need let it be me let it be me
feels like your always coming on home pockets full of nothing and you got no cash no matter where you turn you ain't got no place to stand reach out for something and they slap your hand now i remember all to well just how it feels to be all alone you feel like you'd give anything for just a little place you can call your own
thats when you need someone, someone that you can call and when all your faith is gone feels like you cant go on
let it be me let it be me if it's a friend you need let it be me let it be me
Summer's almost over, how time slips away. Seasons aren't the same without you here. And I know you're up in Heaven, but I miss you anyway, And I guess I'm doing fine, I've learned to take it day by day, But I can't help but wonder, ever since you went away....
How are things at Home? Is it all your heart dreamed it would be? With more than simple faith that you believed Is it bright and fair? Does the sound of children fill the air? And no one there is hurting, or afraid? Oh, how much I wonder, Wonder how are things at Home?
They say the mercy river flows beyond the shining sea, Fashioned by the very hand of God. And they say that death can never live inside the city walls, Sorrow is a stranger, and no teardrop ever falls. But more and more, my heart can't wait To come to where you are.
How are things at Home? Is it all your heart dreamed it would be? With more than simple faith that you believed, Is it bright and fair? Does the sound of children fill the air? No one there is hurting, or alone? Oh how much I wonder; Wonder how are things at Home.
Oh how much I wonder; Wonder how are things at Home? {janet paschal}
the memories of what we shared, always in our hearts... your presence always with us
Tears are falling, hearts are breaking How we need to hear from God You've been promised, we've been waiting
Welcome Holy Child Welcome Holy Child
Hope that you don't mind our manger How I wish we would have known But long-awaited Holy Stranger Make Yourself at home Please make Yourself at home Bring Your peace into our violence Bid our hungry souls be filled Word now breaking Heaven's silence
Welcome to our world Welcome to our world
Fragile finger sent to heal us Tender brow prepared for thorn Tiny heart whose blood will save us Unto us is born Unto us is born So wrap our injured flesh around Yo u Breathe our air and walk our sod Rob our sin and make us holy
Perfect Son of God Perfect Son of God Welcome to our world
So this is how the story went I met someone by accident That blew me away That blew me away
It was in the darkest of my days When you took my sorrow and you took my pain And buried them away, you buried them away
And I wish I could lay down beside you When the day is done And wake up to your face under the morning sun But like everything I've ever known I'm sure you'll go one day So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away And I can't spend my whole life hiding my heart away
I dropped you off at the train station And put a kiss on top of your head I watched you wave I watched you wave Then I went on home to my skyscrapers Neon lights and waiting papers That I call home I call it home
And I wish I could lay down beside you When the day is done And wake up to your face under the morning sun But like everything I've ever known I'm sure you'll go one day So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away And I can't spend my whole life hiding my heart away
I woke up feeling heavy hearted I'm going back to where I started The morning rain The morning rain And you know I wish that you were here But that same old road that brought me here Is calling me home Is calling me home
And I wish I could lay down beside you When the day is done And wake up to your face under the morning sun But like everything I've ever known I'm sure you'll go one day So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away And I can't spend my whole life hiding my heart away
I am 22 & currently spend my days nannying my itty bitties + going to college (working on my nursing degree, goal: pediatric oncology) & am honored to be a published writer in a nursing anthology & a contributor to many scrapbooking publications. i love hanging with my amazing friends, sister & family. i love my baby puppy haylie brooke and our silly doggie ri-ri. in my rare spare time, i read & get crafty. i thrive on organization, my mac repertoire, learning & absolute fabulosity. my favorite place in the world is paris. my favorite color is pink. i love being a nurse & i believe each one of my patients is precious. i'm a night owl & wish my lifestyle promoted such habits. i like lazy jammie days. i believe in god and am thankful for his hand on my life. i believe that life is too short to be anything but happy, & i’m thankful that a chronic liver disease + the effects of a car accident have taught me important values that most people learn far too late. i hope that the world will find hope, and my idea of a good day is one in which i made someone smile :)
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