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So, you ask, wtf is 'golb semaj'? Is it a strange flesh-eating virus? Is it an obscure island in the Indian Ocean? Is it a god revered by the Aztecs as the bringer of corn? No, sadly it is none of these. It is simply James Blog spelled backwards (this was the most creative name Krista and I could come up with).

With that out of the way, thank you for visiting our first ever blog.

Last night, Krista and I went to one of the bestest concerts ever to grace our planet: Paramore and Jimmy Eat World. There are no words to describe the sweetness of this show, except for, of course, 'Holy Crap".

The bands provided us with their best songs, all delivered through hundreds of speakers turned up so loud that I thought my ears were going to bleed. But that's why you go to a concert, isn't it? That plus to be leaned on, pushed, and groped by some sweaty man standing right in front of you, almost head butting you, and blocking your view with his sweaty noggin, all while maintaining full body (and I mean FULL BODY eeeew nasty) contact throughout the entire concert.

Allow me to elaborate; Krista, through her cunning and charm and impeccable negotiation skills, talked one of the security people into letting us onto the floor. Because we were there a full hour early, we were able to stand at the veeery front of the floor. Anyway, during the entire Paramore set (which was sick (in a good way, Roy)), there was this guy standing right in front of me. He leaned back against me the whole song, but instead of tenderly resting his head on my shoulder and whispering sweet nothings into my ear, he put his fat, sweaty head right in front of my face, blocking my hard-earned view. So, just imagine a hot, sweaty room and this dude leaning back against me for like an hour. Needless to say, enough was enough, so on the last 2 songs in the Paramore set, I decided to make this guy's life completely miserable.

As soon as she started with her fist pumping chorus, I leaned as hard as I could into Mr. Sweaty Lean and started jumping and dancing like a crazy person. He was stunned. With his comfortable, albeit inconsiderate, resting place unearthed, he had nothing to do but shoot me furtive glances of contempt and, at times, horror. The guy finally left after the set, defeated.

We thoroughly enjoyed the Jimmy Eat World set as well, except for a girl trying to shove us away from our well-earned spot so she could be in front. It's a story for another time, but it sufficeth me to say that she got hers....and left us alone.

Besides the wildlife, the artists themselves were amazing. I've always had a deep appreciation for music, being a musician myself, and I know Krista feels the same. Never heard of these bands? Look them up. I strongly recommend them.

Anyway, hope you've enjoyed my rambling about the best concert featuring the best bands ever. Please feel free to post any comments and or questions.

Oh, and also remember that I do own a real estate consulting company called the Matt James Group. I always have time for my friends, their family, and their neighbors to assist in all of their real estate needs. I'd appreciate your help in growing my business by referring me to them, and using my services yourselves, despite the pressure that your parents put on you...

Cheers,

Matt