My deep connection with Tom Chaplin

Thank you to an annonymous soul (he/she cannot be named for the following obvious reasons) who shuffled Anne and me into the Keane show last Thursday and helped orchestrate perhaps the most intoxicating, surreal concert experience of my life. For those of you just joing the eventful experience of listening to my life, let me provide some background. Keane, a popular band out of London, is not just a band to me; it is a sound that evokes emotion from deep within. Naw! That's ridiculous, they are actually just my favorite band, and they played Boudler last Thursday for the first time. The following are my scrambled thoughts on the show, as well as my future plans with Tom Chaplin (the sexy lead singer for whom I have an unexplainable deep obsession.)

The concert itself was not anything spactacular, but there were some solid performances from Feist and Donovan Frankenreiter (from whom? yeah, that's what I said too but to my surprise I was pleased with each of their sets. Bear in mind this WAS a 21+ show hosted by KBCO. Combine that with the offbeat, slightly obsessive fan-base of Keane and you have a truley ecclectic concert.) Despite all the great aspects I could talk about, the real story is the love connection shared by Tom and me. To begin, the unnamed person strategically placed us in the front layer with the photographers, where we were waited on thorughout and provided beverages between sets. But what's more important is the intimate proximity Tom and I were from each other. He happens to like performing close to the corwd so he spent a great deal of time crouching down to us and reaching out his sweaty, pasty arms, which I simply admired. About halfway throught the set (which thankfully was about 1 hr 45 min and I was even ready for more) Tom looked into the corwd, straight at me, and his eyes told me what I have believed to be the truth since the beginning: that we share a connection that will one day unite us. Of course this did nothing but cofirm my suspicions from all along, but the reaffirmation was comforting. The band spent time between songs chatting with the crowd, talking about life on the road (though much of this was in order to recover from their total exhaustion from the altitude, but I appreciated it nonetheless).

Now here's the hooker. After the show this same person allowed us to stay behind. Though we didn't have backstage passes, we were able to hang out until the band came back upstairs. At that point Tim (the pianist) came up and met us and signed some posters, followed by Richard (the drummer) who also signed some posters. And lastly, the love of my life came up and--to my utter dissapointment--turned and left before we could catch him! Oh it was terrible! Though we left with the perfect ring in our ears, signed posters, and a show drumstick, I couldn't subside the emptiness inside from missing out on Tom. The truth is he just didn't see me. Had he looked my way when he came up in those last minutes I would have seduced him toward me, there would have been no escaping. After all, we have a connection.

I give the show an overall 9 of 10. I refrain from 10/10 to indicate my sadness about not meeting Tom. But I've already researched the next time we'll meet: November 16 in Offenbach, and this time, he won't escape me so fast....