Further reducing this blog to level of "personal diary"
I had a date at a concert Friday night- the music was great fun, though the date was Not Good.
(Not Good in that the guy seems to have self-esteem issues, and a lot of awkwardness of the "not knowing when to shut up" variety. I mean, I'm really not inclined to actually date anybody here in NY right now, so he was fighting an uphill battle, but still. Also slight creepiness, including that he google-stalked me enough to find this journal. Normally I won't say anything unflattering about someone who might read, but I think he won't come back.)
But the music! Kimya Dawson and Your Heart Breaks which... Well, when I was at undergrad in Seattle you couldn't throw a rock on a weekend without hitting indie queercore and I loved that. But the flip side was that I always felt like an intruder/poser in that scene. Which was a problem- I think my own gender issues might have been a lot easier if I had felt like I could reasonably have gotten some support and friendship there. Might still be easier, for that matter, but it feels like a moot question at this point in my life. Anyway, just means I hadn't seen a show like that in going on six years.
So yes- entirely "maybe you can go home again" feeling and pleasantly unexpected (which is entirely different from "unexpectedly pleasant"). Kimya Dawson perhaps slightly more earth-mother at points than I can ever entirely empathize with, but lyrically wickedly good. (Also, lead singer of Your Heart Breaks, Clyde, did a startlingly sweet cover of my favorite Garth Brooks song while being so adorable I could eat him up wtih a spoon. Alas, I can't find it on the internet anywhere.)
Everybody in the world has already seen SG-1 The Movie. Fantastic pick-me-up.
Glam rec: The Good Times Are Killing Me, which is a month old but just surpassed Drive-By Devotion as my favorite Tommy characterization ever. I adore when he's all dudely and inarticulate and dirty-talking and has the gender politics of a caveman but is secretly pleased as punch at the idea of being the girl.
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(Not Good in that the guy seems to have self-esteem issues, and a lot of awkwardness of the "not knowing when to shut up" variety. I mean, I'm really not inclined to actually date anybody here in NY right now, so he was fighting an uphill battle, but still. Also slight creepiness, including that he google-stalked me enough to find this journal. Normally I won't say anything unflattering about someone who might read, but I think he won't come back.)
But the music! Kimya Dawson and Your Heart Breaks which... Well, when I was at undergrad in Seattle you couldn't throw a rock on a weekend without hitting indie queercore and I loved that. But the flip side was that I always felt like an intruder/poser in that scene. Which was a problem- I think my own gender issues might have been a lot easier if I had felt like I could reasonably have gotten some support and friendship there. Might still be easier, for that matter, but it feels like a moot question at this point in my life. Anyway, just means I hadn't seen a show like that in going on six years.
So yes- entirely "maybe you can go home again" feeling and pleasantly unexpected (which is entirely different from "unexpectedly pleasant"). Kimya Dawson perhaps slightly more earth-mother at points than I can ever entirely empathize with, but lyrically wickedly good. (Also, lead singer of Your Heart Breaks, Clyde, did a startlingly sweet cover of my favorite Garth Brooks song while being so adorable I could eat him up wtih a spoon. Alas, I can't find it on the internet anywhere.)
Everybody in the world has already seen SG-1 The Movie. Fantastic pick-me-up.
Glam rec: The Good Times Are Killing Me, which is a month old but just surpassed Drive-By Devotion as my favorite Tommy characterization ever. I adore when he's all dudely and inarticulate and dirty-talking and has the gender politics of a caveman but is secretly pleased as punch at the idea of being the girl.
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