Monday, August 23, 2010

Greatest Kegger Ever.

A theory: if you're in a crowded situation that could turn into a riot (say, after your team has clinched the World Series), and women aren't flashing their breasts, get out of there. I don't know if exposed breasts reflect a crowd's collective feeling, or if the presence of breasts eases a crowd's temper, but I do know this: no rack is trouble.

I like my get-togethers intimate. And that’s exactly what I lucked into the other night, when my friend Jenn made me her plus-one to a music exec’s house in the valley to see John Legend and The Roots, playing together in the exec’s living room.

It was all part of The Living Room Series, sponsored by Microsoft and CAA, and it was truly perfect; the kind of concert that'll ruin us lucky few who got to attend it for all other concerts. There we were – small room, sitting on the floor, listening to John Legend and the band jam. And talk about intimate – at one point during the final song, the homeowner’s Pug walked across the room and under the piano. John looked down at him, smiled and kept on singing.

It was my kind of musical experience: cozy, amazing, utterly memorable. I guess what I’m trying to say is, if you’re planning on having Kool & the Gang play your breakfast nook anytime soon, count me in.