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Thursday night, I went to Long Beach right after the Lakers Win to catch my boys, MDMF’s second performance ever.

They are so damn good.

Here’s a clip of G introducing the boys and their Intro and “Clear the Lane.”

Other videos can be found on G’s youtube channel HERE.

They will be performing again next Thursday at Shore Ultra Lounge in Long Beach.  I am such a huge fan of these guys that despite having the Bar just around the corner (and the cold grip of panic creeping), I’m still gonna go and see them anyway.

Come with me.

I dare you.

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Tim McGraw, June 5, 2010

In keeping with making the most out of my summer despite having bar prep, day off #2 of week 2 of bar prep was a Tim McGraw concert.

Yes, I didn’t know I liked Country Music either.

But on a six-hour road trip with my favorite girls to June Mountain for a snowboarding weekend trip, they introduced me to Something Like That (BBQ Stain) and I just fell in love with the cutest line in the song: “She said I bet you don’t remember me, and I said, Only every other memory…”

Ever since, the hopeless romantic in me has been hooked on them country crooners.

But trust me, none of ’em do it like Tim McGraw does. I did my research. I listened to a bunch of different country singers…but then, there’s just something about Tim McGraw.

Maybe it’s those arms. Yeah…or those pecs. Or the voice. Or those arms. Or maybe the tight jeans. Or the big cowboy hat. Or the arms. Yeah.

I’m so jealous my friend, mDino, was close enough to Tim McGraw to take this pic. Wtheck. Check the new addition to my Life List, cuz this is going on it.

I went with @Sigh, Mush, TNT, and Persanthemum. Mush made some bomb pasta (with bacon, of course) and @Sigh & TNT supplied the yummy grapefruits, strawberries, and sandwiches. Those girls always have everything down. My heroines.

The day was perfect and the night was balmy. Tim McGraw has a lovely drawl and says, “fellers”. He was still a guy’s guy though, at one point telling some dude to settle down or he was gonna be thrown out, and then admitting that he bought his first guitar so he could get laid. It worked. He hasn’t put down a guitar since.

I’ve only ever been to one other concert in my life (August 1, 2009, No Doubt @ the Irvine Amphitheater), and in comparison the Tim McGraw concert is far more laid back and almost relaxing. It was more about the music, less about the flash.

I really enjoyed the day and would definitely, definitely go to another Tim McGraw concert again. Closer next time. Like…sweat-on-me closer. *Griiins.

Singing along to “Something Like That” @ the Southern Voice Tour ❤

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she said I bet you don’t remember me,
and I said, only every other memory

made me go “aw” and appreciate country music all the more.

Looking forward to Line Dancing with my girls.

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Sometimes when I’m in the mountains, all I remember is the way the sun would shine just behind your head as I looked up at you.  All I remember is the way you would smile back down at me, filtered in sunshine, boyish and free.

It’s one of the reasons why I love the mountains. It was ours. It was golden.

In the elevator, someone left the scent of your cologne. It wasn’t you…well, because it wasn’t you. But there was enough memory there so that I couldn’t breathe. I was suffocated in those four walls with memories of you.

And I remembered the way you breathed my soul into you.

I remembered the way you stole every breath in me, every beat of my heart. I belonged to you. Body and soul.

There are many days when I’m sure that I have all of who I am back to myself. But there are nights when I miss feeling alive, because you see every breath and every beat of my heart was still with you.

I miss the way you needed me. I miss the way you held me like your lifeline, the way your breathed me into you, the way you lived my soul, the way you burned.

I’m looking for that spark you took, my soul you stole, my breath you caught. 

I miss feeling alive.

And the only thing I can keep telling myself is to … Just Breathe. Someday, it will be easier.

 

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Every time I find myself at a trailhead that forks between two roads in my life, I always somehow remember this song. I heard it for the first time from my mom on my high school graduation. Yes, it seems a bit on the sappy side, but the song has the kind of message mothers always want to pass along to their children. And it does work, even now, several years later, the song reminds me about what kind of decisions I want to make.

I want to choose to dance.

It’s not always the safe choice. It’s the choice that makes your heart pound a little bit harder, turns your mouth dry with anticipation, sends little jolts of electricity through to the tips of your fingers, and it’s the choice that makes you feel alive.

It’s not always the better choice. Because sometimes, it’s the choice that leaves you standing out in the rain, or with your heart shattered at your feet, or you find yourself tripping over your own feet and falling right on your face. It’s the choice that risks being foolish.

And yet, it is the choice.

Do I dance or do I sit this one out?

I hope I always choose to dance, no matter how foolish it may be. After all, as the song says, “Living might mean taking chances, but they’re worth taking; Lovin’ might be a mistake, but it’s worth makin’.”

I Hope You Dance

by Lee Ann Womack

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you’ll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they’re worth taking
Lovin’ might be a mistake
But it’s worth making
Don’t let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you’ll give faith a fighting chance

<<Will you dance with me?>>

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I turned my head away
Didn’t wanna hear what you said
You had changed your mind

I showed up insecure
But I thought you would be sure
I guess I had lost sight

But at the end of my life
I’ll look back on my life
I’ll know that my life was good
At the end of my life
I’ll look back on my life
See I went after you like I should
I went after what I wanted
I went after what I wanted
And I never really got it
But it don’t matter at all

I guess it was a lot
To ask for these things we’d lost
I guess it was just a dream

And time changes many things
But my heart it still sings
For you, I don’t know why

But at the end of my life
I’ll look back on my life
and I’ll know that my life was good
At the end of my life
I’ll look back on my life
See I went after you like I should
I went after what I wanted
I went after what I wanted
And I never really got it
But it don’t matter at all

I thought I’d spend my last days
Holding your hand
Now all of my senses lie here dead on the floor

But at the end of my life
I’ll look back on my life
and I’ll know that my life was good
At the end of my life
I’ll look back on my life
See I went after you like I should
I went after what I wanted
I went after what I wanted
And I never really got it
But it don’t matter at all

Everything else I lost it
I went after what I wanted
I went after what I wanted
And the rest don’t really matter
It don’t matter at all

by: Nelly Furtado

I kind of feel for this song. Sigh. How can I regret going after what I wanted and loving with everything I had? At the end of it all, I just can’t.

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