i love james taylor.
i know he’s like 57 or something, but i simply adore him.
if james taylor came up to me on the street and said hello, my response would be something like “marry me.” just so i could get him to come home with me and sing all the time.
i love everything about him. i love that he comes on stage wearing a faded dress shirt and khakis, and that he rolls up his sleeves after the first few songs and says “man, it’s hot.” i love that he’s bald. i love listening to his voice, singing or talking. i love his smile. i love that he always seems slightly embarassed to have people cheer for him. and i love that he so obviously enjoys what he does.
yeah. i just love him. the concert was great, and he did in fact play “carolina on my mind,” which just made my night. and he did not one but two encores, with one of my other favorites–“sweet baby james”–as the last one.
happy sigh.
