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This'll hopefully finally become my daily journal. Like, with what actually happened in the day. Let's start this off with a bang.
I woke up at 9 to get ready to see The Polyphonic Spree play in Philadelphia. Brandon and I left around 10 from my house, got to the train station and set out on our way down there. We arrived in the city with overcast skies, and few raindrops making their way down on us. We got in line, and after about ten minutes made our way inside the venue, the World Cafe Live.
The venue is easily one of the most beautiful venues I've ever been to. It was relatively small with remarkable lighting. It also featured a very appropriately sized bar, with beyond reasonable beer selection. We grabbed a couple beers and relaxed. Eventually the radio DJ came on and announced when the show would start, and gave us the sad rules of no cell phones or cameras. Factoring that in with the no-smoking ban in Philadelphia, it rendered my pockets entirely useless.
Some middle aged guy was the opening act, and he was probably one of the worst acts I've ever seen. He sang about four songs, acoustic folky stuff. Not a single pair of his lyrics rhymed. There was no detectable rhythm in his music at all. No one there enjoyed it. I don't know where WXPN came up with this opening act.
Then the stage cleared for the Spree. They made their way out one by one, all of them dressed in black mock army outfits. They just kept coming, and coming. We counted 24 of them in total. Their performance was absolutely beautiful. It reminded me a lot of The Arcade Fire, with the passion they put into it, and the chanting and singing and such. The singer seemed like the absolute brainchild of the band. Oftentimes he would act as a conductor, which was incredibly fun to watch. The seven female background singers were absolutely breathtaking. Altogether it was a remarkable performance. I enjoyed every second of it.
We left there and hopped a cab to Citizen's Bank Park to see the Phillies game at 1:35. Got there just in time and bought tickets. Our seats were in section 333. I was seat 9 in row 6. Which was great, because 3 is like, my favorite number. And so is 9. It's a shame my feeling of superb luck didn't carry over into the game, as the Phillies lost 6-5. It was insane how many Mets fans were there, more than once they out-cheered the Philly crowd. Then again, they had more to cheer for.
We left the game and took the subway to Fern Rock, then took the train back to Warminster. Thank you, SEPTA!
After I got home Mark came over and him, my dad, and I watched the SECOND Phillies game. Which, we also lost, 5-2. GO PHILLIES! After the game we put on Cluster, the movie that he made, starring Corey Feldman, Brian O'Halloran, and Bronson Pinchot. The movie was a lot better than I was expecting. It opened up with TWO SCENES WITH ME IN IT! Which really makes me incredibly happy. I am on a super-high because of it. I feel like I accomplished something, even though all I did was get drunk and be myself, and it was caught on camera and made it into the opening scene of the film.
I'm still getting over bronchitis, but the crappy lungs have turned into minor congestion. I feel as if in a few days or so I'll be 100%.
For the past hour I've had sneezes creep their way up my nose, and they keep failing to come out. I've been on the verge of sneezing for a fucking eternity and it's driving me nuts.
All in all, it was an action packed day, that had me wanting to fall asleep after the Phillies game, until Mark suggested putting on Cluster. Now I'm on this ultra-high as I described.
PS: I think I forgot just how beautiful Guillemots were for a month or so. :(
I woke up at 9 to get ready to see The Polyphonic Spree play in Philadelphia. Brandon and I left around 10 from my house, got to the train station and set out on our way down there. We arrived in the city with overcast skies, and few raindrops making their way down on us. We got in line, and after about ten minutes made our way inside the venue, the World Cafe Live.
The venue is easily one of the most beautiful venues I've ever been to. It was relatively small with remarkable lighting. It also featured a very appropriately sized bar, with beyond reasonable beer selection. We grabbed a couple beers and relaxed. Eventually the radio DJ came on and announced when the show would start, and gave us the sad rules of no cell phones or cameras. Factoring that in with the no-smoking ban in Philadelphia, it rendered my pockets entirely useless.
Some middle aged guy was the opening act, and he was probably one of the worst acts I've ever seen. He sang about four songs, acoustic folky stuff. Not a single pair of his lyrics rhymed. There was no detectable rhythm in his music at all. No one there enjoyed it. I don't know where WXPN came up with this opening act.
Then the stage cleared for the Spree. They made their way out one by one, all of them dressed in black mock army outfits. They just kept coming, and coming. We counted 24 of them in total. Their performance was absolutely beautiful. It reminded me a lot of The Arcade Fire, with the passion they put into it, and the chanting and singing and such. The singer seemed like the absolute brainchild of the band. Oftentimes he would act as a conductor, which was incredibly fun to watch. The seven female background singers were absolutely breathtaking. Altogether it was a remarkable performance. I enjoyed every second of it.
We left there and hopped a cab to Citizen's Bank Park to see the Phillies game at 1:35. Got there just in time and bought tickets. Our seats were in section 333. I was seat 9 in row 6. Which was great, because 3 is like, my favorite number. And so is 9. It's a shame my feeling of superb luck didn't carry over into the game, as the Phillies lost 6-5. It was insane how many Mets fans were there, more than once they out-cheered the Philly crowd. Then again, they had more to cheer for.
We left the game and took the subway to Fern Rock, then took the train back to Warminster. Thank you, SEPTA!
After I got home Mark came over and him, my dad, and I watched the SECOND Phillies game. Which, we also lost, 5-2. GO PHILLIES! After the game we put on Cluster, the movie that he made, starring Corey Feldman, Brian O'Halloran, and Bronson Pinchot. The movie was a lot better than I was expecting. It opened up with TWO SCENES WITH ME IN IT! Which really makes me incredibly happy. I am on a super-high because of it. I feel like I accomplished something, even though all I did was get drunk and be myself, and it was caught on camera and made it into the opening scene of the film.
I'm still getting over bronchitis, but the crappy lungs have turned into minor congestion. I feel as if in a few days or so I'll be 100%.
For the past hour I've had sneezes creep their way up my nose, and they keep failing to come out. I've been on the verge of sneezing for a fucking eternity and it's driving me nuts.
All in all, it was an action packed day, that had me wanting to fall asleep after the Phillies game, until Mark suggested putting on Cluster. Now I'm on this ultra-high as I described.
PS: I think I forgot just how beautiful Guillemots were for a month or so. :(