Imogen Heap

Dear Lincoln,

I get it now.  That far-off, dreamy look in people's eyes as they reminisce over the best concert of their lives.  Until they remember that other one, or maybe that one a couple years ago.  Oh man, that was awesome.

Your uncle Evan and your dad were talking about concerts this past summer, and I just couldn't relate.  But now, finally, I understand.  If you know the artist, love the lyrics, have lived to the music, sang it at the top of your lungs in the shower, cried softly as it trickles through headphones in the middle of the night... well, then, a concert is a place of unusual beauty.  For the moment, a whole crowd is swaying in unison, body and soul. 

Literally.  The entire Venue sang "just for now" in rounds: she broke us up into three parts.  I'll never forget it. 

Here's us, before it all began.  Your father wasn't very happy about the LONG line, but I reminded him how awesome it was to be out, on a weekday night, just the two of us.  I love you dearly with all my heart, little one, but I have to admit I can get pretty stir crazy.  This was a rare opportunity to breathe fresh air on a downtown street corner, with nothing but an ID in my pocket and a handsome man on my arm.

P.S.  Did you notice the white tree on stage?  It was THE most perfect prop I've ever seen!  When Imogen Heap sang "Little Bird" a fantastic light show made it look as if birds were flying everywhere, swooping in the air and perching on the branches of the tree.  Took my breath away.