I'm Gonna Live a Crazy Dream

I took myself out on a date tonight.  I like to do that occasionally.  Tonight's adventure was to the rooftop concert series in Provo Town Square.   I stood next to the side railing and soaked it all up.  Gosh almighty.  I love live music.  I love people-watching and the view from the rooftop.  I loved the blue and purple lights. (My brother would have loved analyzing the lights and tech stuff.) I loved Mindy Gledhill in her blue lace tights and mustard yellow dress and her Regina-Spektor-esk voice.  Meaghan Smith looked like Dorothy ran away from Oz, traded those pigtails for some soft curls, tailored her dress into a skirt with a fatty old red belt worn well above the hips, and traded her blouse for a white shirt from Target.  I thought this was rather fitting  as she started her set list with "If You Only Had a Heart", which was a sultry, soothing version of what the Tin Man sings.

The mountains faded into the sunset while the Cheshire cat smiled above the Marriott hotel behind me. The stage was decorated with about nine different globes.

I love going to free music concerts with a folk-y feel because I feel like the artists often put my jumbled thoughts and feelings into coherent sentences and frame them with quarter notes and put them on display on the mantle.  I was looking at all these globes on the stage and thought, "That's a rather odd choice for decor at a concert. I wonder what connection the globes have."  And no sooner had I been thinking that when Mindy started singing this song:



My friend Eric was kind enough to invite me to sit with his group of friends, though I made sure Eric knew I was on a date with myself.  (I take those pretty seriously and I wasn't sure how I felt about cheating on myself.) But I was grateful to have a place to sit so I could use my knee as support when I scribbled notes on the back of a Mad Dog Cycles receipt I found in my bag: notes like how the 40-year old balding red-head was singing along with all the songs and on the older couple sitting in front of me with their NorthFace jackets and his graying hair.  I also took notes on the lyrics that stuck out to me and for your convenience I've linked them to the songs they were in.

• I'm gonna live a crazy dream.
• A little girl with great big plans.  (Though lately I feel more like a big girl with little plans)
• When you reach for the stars don't forget who you are.
• What's the use of fixin' if it'll only break again.

Of course the most pertinent point of all this stuff is the blog title: I'm Gonna Live a Crazy Dream.  

My crazy dream: Bike from Canada to Mexico along the Pacific Coast.

This didn't happen this year but golly it was close.  This year I even had people and a specified dates, but then people dropped out.  But mark my words: I'm gonna live a crazy dream.   I just purchased my touring bike and put a kickstand on it.  As my friend Corrin Liston said, "All you need is a kickstand and a dream."  Well honey, I've got both.