My mom called me last night at around 9 during the intermission of “Rain,” this Beatles retrospective tribute thing that my brother got her tickets to for Christmas. I couldn’t keep up with her; she was so excited. “And then they started, they came out, and they went right into ‘This Boy,’ and I thought. I was going. To die.” They went through the early days, eventually getting to “Twist and Shout.”
“Rebecca, I didn’t know if he was going to be able to do it. I thought, there’s no way he can do it. BUT HE DID IT. HE DID IT PERFECTLY,” she said. The “it” she’s referring to is John’s perfectly scratchy wail with all the grit and spit behind it.
“And George even did the dance that he always did during that one part, oh, it was perfect. And when he sang ‘While My Guitar Gently Weeps,’ I almost cried.”
I talk exactly like that when I’m really excited about something. I’ll call someone about the new Justin Timberlake song or like, prep them for the first time they hear it, in the exact same way. I talk about the James Franco episode of “30 Rock” similarly. I’ve told my story about how I met Kevin, the lead singer of Better Than Ezra, when I was a SENIOR IN HIGH SCHOOL, to every single one of my friends, family members and acquaintances, using her exact same tone. If you haven’t seen the five second clip of me in the Rufus Wainwright DVD, then, I don’t know how I missed you. Oh, did you know that Editors are coming to town in a month, and that I’m hopelessly in love with lead singer Tom Smith? Yeah, I bet you did, because I’ve told you how I can. not. wait. for the show probably a million times by now. I hope I am able to convey how amazing these events and songs and things are as well as my mother did last night, because man, she was ECSTATIC.