I Had a Dream Crushed . . .

Usually I'm a happy person but, tonight 

there's a little bit of sadness in me...

In 1994 I heard my first Pulp song 

and I felt like a light turned on inside me.

I had no idea what Jarvis Cocker the lead singer looked like until 1995 - one full year later.  It was like a joke -- my dream band was fronted by my dream man?

I had photos of him all over my binders in college and I got so many comments from boys in my class asking if I really liked that guy.  It really bothered some of those guys.

All I wanted was to see them live.

I thought my only opportunity would be when Jarvis toured for his solo album because he seemed so over Pulp.  

So I saw him twice on that tour and for one of the shows I stood front row and he rested his gorgeous hand on my head while he sang one of his songs.  Heaven.

Then the announcement -- they were touring again.  And I was determined to see them - whether it be in San Fran or NYC.  And it almost happened.   But alas, my dream job came up and killed my other dream.  

Some of my dear friends saw Pulp tonight in NY.

I'm not at all bitter about it, though.