Kelly Delivers Like DOMINOS

So last night was Kelly Clarkson at Verizon Amphitheater. One word: PHENOMENAL. It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. I've never seen a pop music performer so in-tune with her instrument. Switching from chest to head voice seamlessly and effortlessly. And every note was pitch-perfect. It's realy mind-blowing that she can be that dead-on for that long. Top-notch - there's no one like her in pop music today. PLUS, she sang like 5 new songs, from an upcoming album - which promises to be even more amazing than the last two, if that's possible. Also, her voice sounded even better than on the recordings. Higher notes were more solid, everything was just flawless. Kelly rocks, and there's nothing more to say.

Not that I could say much today - I don't have much of a voice left after screaming, singing, and yelling through the entire Kelly show, haha. I told Nikel, normally we sacrifice for our art, and do not scream or yell at concerts or football games, but when Kelly comes to town all bets are off. Just try and stop me from yelling and screaming, bitches.


Anyway, before the show, I met Tessa and Nikel at Concord Mills to see "The Devil Wears Prada." (Also amazing, though very different from the book.) Nikel and I agreed that all the things that were irritating about the book were fixed in the movie. NOTE, SPOILERS COMING. For one thing, Meryl could never have played the 2-dimensional pure embodiment of evil (but not much else) from the book. There was a back-story and sympathy, not to mention that third dimension, added to Meryl's character, and it was one of her most delicious roles to date. What an artist. Also, they made an easier choice out of Andi's big moral dilemma (choosing between wholesome Teach-for-America boyfriend and dreamy wunderkind author). NOTE, MORE TO BE SPOILED. Namely, they turned the wholesome teacher into a nice-guy chef (less of a martyr), and made him unbelievably hotter than the author, who ended up being a little old, not that hott, and a bit of a douche-bag. Definitely more of a clear choice than what the novel gives us. And less gray area = more like real life, right? Anyway, it was great. Stanley Tucci was comic genius, Princess Mia (I mean, Anne Hathaway/the girl whose boobs we all saw in Brokeback) was sufficiently precious. Good times all around.

Anywho, I'm at work, still penniless, but about to go ask when the F I can expect some money in my pocket in this, my fifth week of employment. Not a happy camper, my friends. If I weren't riding the waves of a Kelly induced, toe-curling Eargasm, I would've slept in and said screw work. But alas, today, all's right with the world!