The Jane Siberry concert last night was just beautiful. I feel so spoiled–I’ve seen like 6 excellent concerts this year, which is about 5 more than I usually see each year. Jane’s voice is so wonderful; delicate and yet quite precise, meticulous, solid. She bantered with the audience very comfortably, did a lot of improvised lyrics. Just her and her guitar, or piano or keyboard. Told some funny stories. She even ended the show with a sing-along rendition of “Calling All Angels.” I guess her show was a nice counterpart to watching “Videodrome” earlier this week, heheh.

And it was great to see Jane with Ben. 2 years since I saw him. We ate at the Golden Angel on Lincoln, this greasy spoon I haven’t been to in probably 3 years. He looks good. He’s filled out a little and isn’t so skinny, more proportionate. He’s a grown-up now! I’m a grown-up now! He hasn’t changed that much, only deepened in personality. It’s funny: he drinks coffee now and isn’t a vegetarian anymore. Both changes from when we dated.

It was the summer of 1994. I feel old to have a romantic history which stretches back so far. We were just college kids who weren’t cynical about stuff yet. He broke up with me. I don’t regret that. Que sera sera. How can we know any more now than we did then?

He drove me home after the show. We hugged each other there in his car and kissed each other on the cheeks. I got inside and at once I sat down and tried writing about how I felt. It’s been awhile since I’ve articulated myself so immediately in a poem and it felt great. What I wrote isn’t quite finished yet. I’m going to let it simmer for a bit and then I’ll do some stirring.

I think I’m going to have Tuesday through Thursday off from work this week. Gosh, that’s nice. Bought two more Dawn Powell books yesterday. They were only $3 a piece. Gonna do some reading for sure. Looks like the weather has finally turned wintry out there. Darn it, I want that Elvis Christmas CD. Hope Shana can find it.