Oster Folds Five.

I've decided that the United States of America's fast food belt is considerably better than what Canada owns. Fucking Friendly's and their Reese Sundaes. Dear God. Tantalizingly, ice creamery, magic. Mmmmmmm.

Drving in the US isn't half as hard and/or scary as it seems. As long as you take the time to Map Quest everything and try not to hit the deer that are grazing dangerously close to the highways, you're in good shape. The only thing that made me nervous about being in the car was the driver (One of which, was my sister). A sister who had been previously driving that day for, four hours straight and was literally, in the midst of falling asleep at the wheel.
I'll never forget the directions to SUNY Brockport. The map took us straight through a middle of nowhere hick town with glorious, white washed churches and massive Victorian Houses. I wanted to live there. I kept thinking as we were cruising down the road, "Jesus, when is the urban sprawl going to hit?" And then BAM like a giant box falling from the sky, a Wal*Mart stood infront of the car. The university was right around the corner.

The university seemed more like an elementary school with it's bright bulletin boards and it's mediocre and cracking buildings. It was too surreal. Seeing Ben Folds in a fucking university gym is like seeing an orchestra play in a garage. It was fucked.
There was crazy tight security to get in. A pat down, a metal detector, a bag search, it was all there. I bought a black soccer sweater with a giant, gold FOLDS on the left breast. It is hot. I also brought the Fray ep, which was an exceptionally good opening band. Who woulda thunk it?
Ben opened with Bastard, that was obviously expected. He played the majority of the songs he played in Toronto, but a lot more. He even included Careless Whisper, which was fucking awesome. God only knows how he hits those notes. He played for two and a half hours. Two and a half hours of being less than fifty feet from Ben Folds while listening and watching him play.

*Orgasm*

The concert in Brockport was much better than Toronto. It was just a little less underwhelming because I had seen it all before. BUT STILL, that doesn't mean that it was any less of an impact on my dull existence.

I love Ben because he's everything he does is so genuinely simple and honest. Or at least it seems that way. His lyrics, if you care enough to listen, just want to make you break. I wish I could find the ways to express myself like that.

Fuck, I love Ben.