Last Tuesday, I joined my good friend Billy in Central Park to see the one and only—Beck. After nearly a decade of waiting, a failed attempt at seeing him during his Modern Guilt tour, and missed opportunity after missed opportunity to see him at one of his extremely scant appearances since, my dreams came true, when the legend himself stepped out onto the stage.
Beck played for nearly two hours, and all of it was solid, with a lot of variety between old and new. It started out like any other show, but then turned into everything one could ever want to see and hear in this man’s presence (even down to the video screen mishap during ‘Blue Moon’. Despite the photo, we were actually very close to the stage. It was an incredible and memorable experience, and I can safely say that I can die happy knowing that I finally saw Beck in concert.
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It’s the minute that lasts at least five. Story of my life.
Now that it’s getting warmer out, I think about how nice it would be if it were acceptable to wear some sort of shorts instead of suit pants to work.
Yeaaaaah, I’ve reconsidered. I’ll just deal with the heat, because this looks terrible.