everything...
what?
i'm viewing this summer as over, or as close as i can while still maintaining a reserved distance. it was a good run, with the beginning portion being spent in prague and the quick escape back into the states. i look upon that decision poorly, sometimes, but then i remember how happy it was to be back and let it all slide. there's nothing i can do about it now. maybe in a fiction somewhere, but not now.
i'm drinking dandelion tea and trying not to break down and sleep for an extended period of time. brad (our landlord) called yesterday and alerted us that he wasn't renewing the lease. matt & i were sitting by the front windows talking about getting jobs and lisa came storming in, slamming the gate and doors behind her. i tried calling brad but he wouldn't tell us why he wasn't renewing the lease, so i began screaming at him and our conversation ended with him saying, "you know what, fuck you---" after he had asked me to treat him with respect (something he has never reciprocated, seeing as he has always treated us as if we were twelve). good riddance, i guess. i keep looking at the place and sighing, worried that i can't possibly find as good a front room. we just painted, too! two weeks ago. what a waste. we have until october, but because school starts in september, we're pretty much scrambling to find a place and then pack. we ransacked craigslist and matthew smoked a lot of cigarettes. we also cried.
i'm supposed to work today at 1, but we have apartments to view so i decided to wake up unbelievably early and ride in to work a solid three hours --- just to show that i'm not some sketchy worker...i mean, i really don't care about money and i wouldn't mind never working, but i enjoy my job and really respect everyone who's there, so i kind of want to maintain some sort of balance. plus, i called in for thursday and requested off for friday, and said to jen, I promise I'll be here every hour of every shift next week! crap.
lollapalooza is officially over, and i'm mostly thankful. there's nothing like a festival full of 75,000 looming drunks and screaming girls, but i somehow love it through the cracks. i walked by the food court and noted that it smelled like the camden markets in london, and i almost couldn't walk because i was so flooded. i guess all food courts smell the same, regardless of latitudes. oh, and i saw radiohead on friday.
RADIOHEAD!!!
i snuck dustin in and we ran to, ran through the crowd. i don't want to count how many angry people we annoyed by jumping on their blankets or knocking their beer, but nothing -- i mean, literally nothing -- would have stopped me from getting closer. while we were hopping between legs and trying to see, they began with 15 step and we both began melting. it continued for most of the show. i saw jonny greenwood and started pumping my fists, never been happier. we were still ridiculously far back...we actually ran into a wall of people that refused to budge. we could see the screens, at least. we stood there, sweating, beaming, almost crying for the entire show. i could talk about it for hours. i could discuss the songs, how they sounded flawless, how they mixed with the mood of the evening, how they calmed everyone down. how the crowd loved it. or how a giant, looming cloud seeped over the crowd near the end, after a day with all sunshine, and how we all were convinced that radiohead had called forth some sort of storm gods. but mostly, and what's important, is that each time a song began, i was happy, and i was alone and singing, and even though this year has been ridiculous, and hectic, and a surprising combination of happy moments amidst bad days, i was there and only there. before they began playing everything in its right place, when they had only the beat and thom yorke was mumbling something incoherent, fireworks began behind the stage. ---unrelated fireworks. chicago's friday-night-celebration-summer fireworks. they exploded at all the right seconds. with the drums. with the bass. and they lasted through to the end of fake plastic trees, and then they and the song ended together. it was perfect. it was the only thing i have ever known to be absolutely perfect as it was.
and the weekend, when it came to seeing other bands, i just didn't care. it's like there is nothing after having seen radiohead --- like i have reached the apex of concerts and now it is downhill.
anyway, i have to go to work.
i'm viewing this summer as over, or as close as i can while still maintaining a reserved distance. it was a good run, with the beginning portion being spent in prague and the quick escape back into the states. i look upon that decision poorly, sometimes, but then i remember how happy it was to be back and let it all slide. there's nothing i can do about it now. maybe in a fiction somewhere, but not now.
i'm drinking dandelion tea and trying not to break down and sleep for an extended period of time. brad (our landlord) called yesterday and alerted us that he wasn't renewing the lease. matt & i were sitting by the front windows talking about getting jobs and lisa came storming in, slamming the gate and doors behind her. i tried calling brad but he wouldn't tell us why he wasn't renewing the lease, so i began screaming at him and our conversation ended with him saying, "you know what, fuck you---" after he had asked me to treat him with respect (something he has never reciprocated, seeing as he has always treated us as if we were twelve). good riddance, i guess. i keep looking at the place and sighing, worried that i can't possibly find as good a front room. we just painted, too! two weeks ago. what a waste. we have until october, but because school starts in september, we're pretty much scrambling to find a place and then pack. we ransacked craigslist and matthew smoked a lot of cigarettes. we also cried.
i'm supposed to work today at 1, but we have apartments to view so i decided to wake up unbelievably early and ride in to work a solid three hours --- just to show that i'm not some sketchy worker...i mean, i really don't care about money and i wouldn't mind never working, but i enjoy my job and really respect everyone who's there, so i kind of want to maintain some sort of balance. plus, i called in for thursday and requested off for friday, and said to jen, I promise I'll be here every hour of every shift next week! crap.
lollapalooza is officially over, and i'm mostly thankful. there's nothing like a festival full of 75,000 looming drunks and screaming girls, but i somehow love it through the cracks. i walked by the food court and noted that it smelled like the camden markets in london, and i almost couldn't walk because i was so flooded. i guess all food courts smell the same, regardless of latitudes. oh, and i saw radiohead on friday.
RADIOHEAD!!!
i snuck dustin in and we ran to, ran through the crowd. i don't want to count how many angry people we annoyed by jumping on their blankets or knocking their beer, but nothing -- i mean, literally nothing -- would have stopped me from getting closer. while we were hopping between legs and trying to see, they began with 15 step and we both began melting. it continued for most of the show. i saw jonny greenwood and started pumping my fists, never been happier. we were still ridiculously far back...we actually ran into a wall of people that refused to budge. we could see the screens, at least. we stood there, sweating, beaming, almost crying for the entire show. i could talk about it for hours. i could discuss the songs, how they sounded flawless, how they mixed with the mood of the evening, how they calmed everyone down. how the crowd loved it. or how a giant, looming cloud seeped over the crowd near the end, after a day with all sunshine, and how we all were convinced that radiohead had called forth some sort of storm gods. but mostly, and what's important, is that each time a song began, i was happy, and i was alone and singing, and even though this year has been ridiculous, and hectic, and a surprising combination of happy moments amidst bad days, i was there and only there. before they began playing everything in its right place, when they had only the beat and thom yorke was mumbling something incoherent, fireworks began behind the stage. ---unrelated fireworks. chicago's friday-night-celebration-summer fireworks. they exploded at all the right seconds. with the drums. with the bass. and they lasted through to the end of fake plastic trees, and then they and the song ended together. it was perfect. it was the only thing i have ever known to be absolutely perfect as it was.
and the weekend, when it came to seeing other bands, i just didn't care. it's like there is nothing after having seen radiohead --- like i have reached the apex of concerts and now it is downhill.
anyway, i have to go to work.