Back in September (?) Paul and I got a babysitter and headed to Provo (which has become one of my favorite places again) where we were introduced to Imagine Dragons who played the Rooftop Concert Series this year. Once I got over my annoyance at the throngs of precious baby BYU students blocking my view with their standing around, I stood up myself and appreciated what was going on.
You guys, they were so good. I am not hip to the music scene, not at all, and I was deeply digging what they were throwing down. Even though the frontman's pants were so tight I found it a little distracting, nevertheless I pressed through.
Now I can't get this song out of my head, and I've decided that mandolins are where it's at.
I don't live in Provo, I haven't since college, and when I did I was lukewarm on the place. But for some reason I am proud of what they're doing over there, so proud. Downtown keeps getting better and better, the food really IS something to write home about, and I am certainly a patron of the Rooftop Concert Series -we attended 3 out of 6 shows. The icing on the Provo cake was when they announced that the burnt down tabernacle would become a temple and I cried. I suppose I have adopted the place, or it's moved in on me. Something.
Anyway, that's all. Go Provo. Hope those Cougs can get it together. I miss Jimmer already.
p.s. they are still raising funds for next year's Rooftop Concert Series. Go to their kickstarter page and donate, I did, with all of my monies. So much monies. Monies everywhere. Make it rain kind of monies.