expiration date: 11.13.04
It's been a long time since I've had a solid 48 hrs that wavered between euphoria and dullness with such rapidness. Shifting through the spectrum of emotions is quite exhausting, and I haven't been able to make heads or tails of it all. There's plenty on my plate: BA madness that's threatening to increase the average blood pressure of our senior class. Cancer & Its Friend Chemo. Odds and ends for extracurriculars like mid and apo. My weekly pilgrammage to the Pub. Most recently (as in... yesterday), MAB and its quarterly concert.
Enter, Ryan Adams + rollercoaster of emotions
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The Walkmen were great; Ryan's music was great. Ryan's chatter was incessant and aggrevating, because he wouldn't shut up and play the great music. Everything "hospitality" related went well -- with only one blight caused by my misjudging someone's personality and trust level. I love being backstage where I am 20 feet away from rockstars who are creating kick ass music, watching them sing and being able to see their dimples, pushing their mass of hair out of the way, going crazy on the uprights with quick fingers that I've never managed, crooning out songs that make everything else melt away (like "We've Been Had" and "Sylvia Plath"). I love getting to talk with the rockstars afterwards, to tell them that their vocals made me shiver, that I've never seen anyone jam out on a bass like that before. I know it doesn't mean much to them, but it makes me feel content.
Through the course of yesterday, I was productive, organized, tingly, innovative, thoughtful, creative, goofy, annoyed, busy, bored, flirty, surprised, gossipy, frumpy, jittery, aching, nervous, sad, euphoric, shivering, solitary, sleepy, efficient, friendly, wandering, discontent, near tears (happy ones), hungry, stressed, lethargic, complaining, complimenting, jealous, reminiscent, cuddlesome, and at one very memorable point, 100% deflated.
Enter, Ryan Adams + rollercoaster of emotions
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The Walkmen were great; Ryan's music was great. Ryan's chatter was incessant and aggrevating, because he wouldn't shut up and play the great music. Everything "hospitality" related went well -- with only one blight caused by my misjudging someone's personality and trust level. I love being backstage where I am 20 feet away from rockstars who are creating kick ass music, watching them sing and being able to see their dimples, pushing their mass of hair out of the way, going crazy on the uprights with quick fingers that I've never managed, crooning out songs that make everything else melt away (like "We've Been Had" and "Sylvia Plath"). I love getting to talk with the rockstars afterwards, to tell them that their vocals made me shiver, that I've never seen anyone jam out on a bass like that before. I know it doesn't mean much to them, but it makes me feel content.
Through the course of yesterday, I was productive, organized, tingly, innovative, thoughtful, creative, goofy, annoyed, busy, bored, flirty, surprised, gossipy, frumpy, jittery, aching, nervous, sad, euphoric, shivering, solitary, sleepy, efficient, friendly, wandering, discontent, near tears (happy ones), hungry, stressed, lethargic, complaining, complimenting, jealous, reminiscent, cuddlesome, and at one very memorable point, 100% deflated.