broken accidental stars
sooo, woke up yesterday way too early confused, as my new 5 euro pocket watch tends to loose time, but woke none the less and had fine coffee, went for a wander found a gorgeous old gothic cathedral.....it´s sunday, maybe I´ll stop by, indeed, brilliant, gorgeous organ and wonderful spanish voice, so relaxing and refreshing for this not too religeous kid.....wandered on found patrick headed to gaudi´s park guell....magical place that it is, the greatest buildings in the world in a brilliant park overlooking barcelona....brilliant........then it was nearing time for mid afternoon siesta or at least chilling time at the hostel, in prep for the evening....what evenin? the broken social scene evening.....yeh, wandered by the club ¨hey there´s brendan¨nice, chat with the man for some time, the scenesters were heading diner, would i like to come along, well of course, brendan, jason collett and i get a bit lost, loose the rest of the group, wander on find some grub and beer (their treat, lucky me), turns out j is a carpenter/architecture/city geek, bullshit about alexander, jacobs, the geography of nowhere, all the finest....wander back smoking the finest, hit the club apostle is playing the fine latino pop, i wander off, j. finds me a few moments later ¨come here, i´ll just show you where backstage is so you can grab some beer ´n stuf´...........backstage, hey there´s amy milan of stars, chat up the finest pop musicians going, kevin and evan wander in, introduce themselves, these kids are quite the kids, amy realizes I´m missing apostle passes me beer tickets and sends me on my way insisting I have to see him, he´s amazing, she had to go sing with him anyway.....the apostle rocks it, bullshit with apostle guitaro julian for a while, he passes me more free beer, the broken kids take the stage to the finest drone going, keyboards, horns, so many voices.......and then the all out assault, sometimes 6 guitars, sometimes 4 voices, horns, keys, everything, chillin with the pretty minnesoters watching some of the greats.......no life better, show ends with 3 songs more than they planned, head backstage, j. insists i have more of there beer, i help them load out, give evan more shit about the stars record not being out in europe.....he responds with a promo copy for me, brendan appears, random talk and i slur something about having lost 2 of my 3 t shirts, for some reason he insists on giving me one of his dirty t-shirts....we all head off for some jazz/absinthe bar, but i´m so out of it and not really feeling up to it....and of course manage to half get lost, half run off from them.....somehow I manage to find my hostel, though all I really remember is stumbling into many walls.........this all being the culumnation of 3 days of having my mind blown by gaudi´s genius buidlings and parks, seeing low and the dears blow minds in a huge warehouse in skids of town and loose myself in one of the greatest cities of world.
three days was the moment....
three days was the moment....