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Oct 21, 2008 10:58

Ever since my mother died (and I know that you might be tired of hearing that phrase) I cry at even the smallest things--it's like my grief has loosened something in my chest. It's akin to my emotional state after I stopped taking birth control pills and suddenly I could feel EVERYTHING. I like it. I like being easily moved. I like that I cry on a bus, or in front of friends, or in the shower, and I like how strong and clean I feel afterwards. Although sometimes I find myself crying after watching a Ford-sponsored "buy our breast cancer product" commercial or a political ad.

Last night I took a bus down to Seattle and went to a Mountain Goats concert with Lea. The Mountain Goats have become, in the last year or so, my favorite band. There's something about the way that John Darnielle sings about horror and depression and madness that is so pure and joyful, even in the face of all that darkness. I've cried through many of his songs. They were so fantastic last night. Although there was only one point I felt like crying:

JD: It might be presumputious to say this, but I wager that most of you know this song.

the most remarkable thing about coming home to you
is the feeling of being in motion again
it's the most extraordinary thing in the world

I have two big hands and a heart pumping blood
and a 1967 colt 45 with a busted safety catch

the world shines as I cross the macon country line
going to georgia

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway
is that it's you
and that you're standing in the doorway
and you smile and ease the gun from my hand

and I'm frozen with joy
right where I stand
the world throws its light
underneath your hair
fotry miles from atlanta
this is nowhere

going to georgia
the world shines as I cross the macon country line
going to georgia

music, hormones, karen

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