A satisfactory night, not stupendous - you'd think it would have been one of the pinnacles of my young life, but this was happening at the time:
Yes, his "white supremacist cock" was on "sexual napalm", and that (!) was why his 'Continuum' concert wasn't as pleasing as it should have been.
And though I haven't enabled another trip into one of his bluesy Toronto concert halls (and froze to death like I was on the Titanic, with an irritating Mvb outside one of them), we've persevered - yes, we (we = Mvb + Me) have tickets to his Molson Amphitheater concert, on August 11, 2010, a mere 3 years later; after much love and obsession, tears and freezing of my bodily fluids, makeup sex, napalm, and legions of 'ex's' brewing by the micro-second, I finally get to marvel at his marvelous-ness, and see him do what he does best - make orgasm faces.
I've only got a couple words for you universe: IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME.
