The Apparitions Tango to the Sound of Their Heels Tapping
I'm going to take this opportunity to mark the end of an era. Oh, the drama.
When I first started writing in this journal, the most frequently discussed topic was, without a doubt, music. Close second was whining, but that actually falls in the same category, so we're back to where we began. Specifically, I talked a lot about local bands, and the all the hilarious characters and crazy stories that Katie and I collected as we made our monthly treks to the Norwood American Legion hall to see The Cadence, Therefore I Am, Faraway, A Loss For Words, Ambry, and so many others. But one elusive and seemingly impossible-to-catch band managed to escape our grasp each and every time. We faced snowstorms, cancellations, very bad reading of directions, lost members, and so many more obstacles before that summer night when we arrived at the Living Room in Providence and had our ribs crushed against the front barrier in the most beautiful display of musical accomplishment. This was when the curse was lifted; we were now allowed to be fans of The Receiving End of Sirens without punishment. Since then we've enjoyed so many TREOS shows in all venues, from a church in North Attleboro to the Axis to Lupo's. Not only are TREOS musically fantastic, but they are such approachable guys...I can't even count the sweaty TREOS hugs I've had the pleasure of receiving. Last fall they even agreed to do an interview with me for (my one semester on) Buzzsaw Haircut, which can be read here: http://buzzsawhaircut.com/?p=70 (what's even better about that interview is that it's the second thing that comes up when you google my name!) My most recent TREOS experience was last May at Lupo's, and little did I know it would be my last.
As I casually checked the music news website I have been frequenting since middle school, I read the news. It's hard to be angry, when the reason for the break-up is because of Brendan having a baby, but it's still very sad. I over-dramatize it when I call it "the end of an era," but really, it's true. I'm talking to Katie about it right now and going back to old sophomore and junior year LJ posts, and TREOS are one of the major things still connecting us directly to those days. The most devastating part of this break-up is that TREOS's final show takes place on May 2nd, just five days before I come home from London.
Goodbye TREOS, I forgive you for the pain you've caused me over the last five years.
When I first started writing in this journal, the most frequently discussed topic was, without a doubt, music. Close second was whining, but that actually falls in the same category, so we're back to where we began. Specifically, I talked a lot about local bands, and the all the hilarious characters and crazy stories that Katie and I collected as we made our monthly treks to the Norwood American Legion hall to see The Cadence, Therefore I Am, Faraway, A Loss For Words, Ambry, and so many others. But one elusive and seemingly impossible-to-catch band managed to escape our grasp each and every time. We faced snowstorms, cancellations, very bad reading of directions, lost members, and so many more obstacles before that summer night when we arrived at the Living Room in Providence and had our ribs crushed against the front barrier in the most beautiful display of musical accomplishment. This was when the curse was lifted; we were now allowed to be fans of The Receiving End of Sirens without punishment. Since then we've enjoyed so many TREOS shows in all venues, from a church in North Attleboro to the Axis to Lupo's. Not only are TREOS musically fantastic, but they are such approachable guys...I can't even count the sweaty TREOS hugs I've had the pleasure of receiving. Last fall they even agreed to do an interview with me for (my one semester on) Buzzsaw Haircut, which can be read here: http://buzzsawhaircut.com/?p=70 (what's even better about that interview is that it's the second thing that comes up when you google my name!) My most recent TREOS experience was last May at Lupo's, and little did I know it would be my last.
As I casually checked the music news website I have been frequenting since middle school, I read the news. It's hard to be angry, when the reason for the break-up is because of Brendan having a baby, but it's still very sad. I over-dramatize it when I call it "the end of an era," but really, it's true. I'm talking to Katie about it right now and going back to old sophomore and junior year LJ posts, and TREOS are one of the major things still connecting us directly to those days. The most devastating part of this break-up is that TREOS's final show takes place on May 2nd, just five days before I come home from London.
Goodbye TREOS, I forgive you for the pain you've caused me over the last five years.