3.24.14 Adam doesn't know Glam's dead! 5 new QAL concerts!

Well, I've done it!
Again and again and again I've done it. Is this like first love? Like the thrill of having sex over and over and over . . . but it still feels new and exciting??

Computer was witness as I fought with myself for an hour this morning. It was tortuous; the back and forth of this battle. I'd swing and land a reasoning punch; then I'd throw away caution and lead with emotion. In the end, joy overcame reason; anticipation overcame the here-and-now. I"m still mopping up. The battle of my senses is over. A little hand-wringing is natural; as is the improbable shaking of my head when I look at my face in the mirror and wonder what has become of me.

I've done it. Another ticket!
Boston is now part of my personal incredible journey. I'm taking this on alone - all these places, all these concerts! Ticketmaster FINALLY came through for me this morning, on my 8th try. I tell the face in the mirror that a VIP Ultimate Package means my place at one more performance is meant to be.

I want this experience to be my way of finding my path through this fascination. I really want to understand! Will I ever be able to pinpoint and define what has been so different since 2009?
I've learned so much from everyone here - about musical genres, the 'business', radio play, statistics, labels, tours, publicity, charities, royalties - and yet, I continue to search for the elusive definition, the cosmic reasoning that will help me understand why I'm compelled to seek Adam in every day, in every song.

I'm indulgent. I'm giving in to my desire. I'm living through moments of discovery! I'm waking and realizing there is time to play! This summer, I plan to play hard. Throw sand and swing high! Every day, until this journey begins, feels like Christmas Eve. I have a secret! It makes me happy, and it makes me want to bring happiness to others.

So, if you see a white-haired woman skipping by, singing - or giving away her oranges - or planting a kiss on some random bald head - it may be me. I'm practicing. I want to be ready when Adam walks on stage. I want sheer overwhelming love to climb on him and find a home in the excited air he breathes and the magical music he creates.