Music Whore

I was not been able to listen to my music at all last week at work because I had been in a useless training the majority of it but Friday I was finally able to plug in. I can’t tell you how vital it is to my sanity to be able to do that at work. I just love it.

I don’t just love music. I am in a seriously involved relationship with it that is both blissful and tormenting.

My favorite thing about it is live shows. When you are able to see one of your favorite bands live and experience thatin-your-face power, there is nothing else to compare it to. It is therapeutic. I suggest going to a concert when you need a lift of your spirits. I’m not just talking about buying a ticket and sitting in a seat; you need to be on the floor GA style letting loose.

Last Thursday evening I went to yet another wonderful Collective Soul concert with my mom and auntie. It’s become some-what of a tradition with the three of us. I don’t think we have missed a Utah show in years. I adore Ed and all his glory.

{I took a ton of pictures but the few I decided to share are my favorites}

{Ed}