Saturday, June 30, 2012

sing it out loud

I have invented something magical.

It begins, fog on the stage and the lovely sounds of "Sun Hands" begins. Local Natives are on stage bursting the melodies of my favorites, "Airplanes" "Who Knows, Who Cares?" "World News" "Wide Eyes" and "Camera Talk"

After the Local Native lovin', the stage clears and a beam of light ascends to the middle of the stage, Ingrid Michaelson charms us with "Are We There Yet?" "The Chain" and "So Long"

The audience is ready for a pump up jam. Taylor Swift  impresses the crowd with "You Belong with Me" (Because who doesn't want to jam out to that?) "Fearless (just because it's amazing) and a few other hit tunes of my choice at the time. Currently, I'd say "Better Than Revenge" or "Dear John" but that's just because I've been listening to the Speak Now album nonstop. Of course there's always "Ours" her newest cutest hit. We'll cross the bridge of which Taylor songs we get to jam out with in a bit.

Next, come, Mumford and Sons come out and perform not only their whole album of "Sign No More" Everyone knows their whole album is just too good to pick a select few. They'd also do a few covers of my favorites, like "Wagon Wheel" (check that song out, too good) and "Love Vigilantes" (Iron and Wine anyone?)

Obviously, Ingrid Michaelson would join Mumford on stage for a duo of my favorite song of all time (okay one of them) the famous"Landslide." Also, they'd do an amazing cover of "Home" by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.

Back from the dead of course would be Michael Jackson, obviously. He'd wow the crowd with dancing, Billie Jean, Man in the Mirror, Black or White, The Way You Make Me Feel and what nots. He's like Taylor, it will depend on my mood.

We'd probably just listen to "Call Me Maybe" but not live because that would ruin it.

Coldplay would come, because they are Coldplay. Duh.

Goyte would come sing "Somebody I Used to Know" and probably do a killer cover of "Hallelujah" (only one of the best songs ever written ever.)

And the show would end with my boy James Taylor. We'd sing along to Sweet Baby James, How Sweet It Is, Carolina in my Mind and obviously Fire and Rain.

It'd be a five hour long concert, probably, and in my magical world you wouldn't get tired, hungry or lose your voice. Everyone would be happy and no one would be drunk.

 I might have just created heaven. Just saying.


  1. AND nobody's legs would be tired from standing up, and no short people would get traumatized in the mosh pits.

    When this happens, I'd best be invited.

  2. haha love love love love love. give me the tickets.