Yes, ma'am.

The White Stripes and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs rocked me tonight. Good seats. Good sound. Reasonably unoffensive seatmates. I liked it very much. Jack White sure knows how to put on a show. There's just the two of them, and Meg is all but stationary, but he fills the stage.

My mom called and asked where I had been. I told her I went to a rock concert, and she said, "Oh, Mary. You're like a teenager." And I don't think she meant it as a compliment. Maybe I am like a teenager. A teenager who can afford to go see the bands I like. Lucky me.

Music is my bag. Few things are more prone to move me.

It might be Dylan's words, but it was Jack who put them in my head. I'm sick of love, and I'm in the thick of it.