The Black Keys and Life As Always
For the 4th time in my young life, I got to see the Black Keys play a concert. And for the 4th time, they blew me away. They've blown me away once outside in the rain (Lolla last year), twice in the hothotheat (today and Lolla), once in the heavy wind (today), twice with snow and ice on the ground (at the Metro and in Champaign), and always bring a quality rock my socks off show.
And like always, not because of the Black Keys, but in spite of them, for the 4th time seeing The Black Keys, I am lost and confused and in many confusing directions in lust and love and friendships.
I have spent too much time away from LJ to properly try to share Europe, Liverpool, England, Leicester Uni and the start of summer with the old LJ Cybergang.
But basically, I am having some of the best days of my life in spite of my emotional confusion. I had what I considered to be a quality talk with Mark Sticky Munns and Jessica Meyer last night at RotoFest. I think they're wonderful people in this town and hopefully I'll see them both around more. I saw other different people in various arrays from high school. Some positive feelings, some neutral feelings, and a want to wish maybe I worked the system a bit more back in the high school days. I am learning more about myself and others everyday. Not getting mugged in Rome or not getting stranded overnight in Prague and not missing a flight from Paris to Greece despite being mega-late and sleeping in buggy beautiful bungalows on the Greek island of Ios and negotiating your way through an entire term on the island of England with basically only one friend (Cassie Duke) who you did not know would be such a great friend and actually is one of your favourites now; I can't remember what i was saying but all these events and getting yelled at by a ticket-taker in German or being offered drugs in German and all these things tend to take away some of the worries and fears of rejection from the opposite sex.
Also, guys and girls, I would recommend listening to alot of Oasis (the albums Definitely Maybe and (What's the Story) Morning Glory?). They will put further swagger and thirst for life back into your bones and have you kick up goodness when you thought it was gonna be a boring or lonesome day. The songs mean nothing and everything all at once, but so does the swagger they contain. I love The Beatles and learning more of their back story in Liverpool furthered that, but I can also agree that it's not a stretch or lie to say that Definitely Maybe is probably the best album ever made in Britain, even if it did it by ripping off The Beatles (And Rolling Stones and The Clash and The Stone Roses and all other great bands).
The point is, once I figure out what I want to do, I think it can all be fairly easily done. The problem of choice overwhelms me at times (I agree with Einstein). Maybe that is why I like going to work everyday now, because I wear the same shorts and cycle of 3 identical work shirts. Despite the new confidence, i still do not know what I ever want to listen to on my iPod. It takes so much time.
Working backwards, the week was great: The Black Keys, seeing the lovely Jesse Perez again and meeting her lovely friend Tory, helping to manage all the great staff at Pirates' Cove, having a slumber party with Uncle Rob and including numerous fake drunk dials (I was honestly blowing a .00000000 though like back in the high school days, I was accused of otherwise), bowling with some of my favourites, had Solarelectric's best practice yet, saw some great NBA playoff basketball, enjoyed some quality World Cup action, got to hang out with Elaina and Shanik at the same time, sang some karaoke, heard some new jams and loved some old ones, played kickball with a fun bunch and just generally feel like I'm making progress.
I guess it is better to be trying to do too much along the way than not have anything to wake up for in the morning. Trite and cliche as that may be, I'm truly believing it these days. All that said, it would be incomplete (maybe even a lie) to say I don't feel something is missing. Like everybody, I'm pining for a little bit of romance, but I think it is my own fault for being too picky or thinking too much or confusing my own heart and brain and soul. I have to accept that although I am far from perfect, I generally have a kindhearted bunch of parts making me up so I should never screw up that bad. People, at least though's I really care about because I think they generally care the same about me, are gonna embrace me and stay with me no matter what. Maybe i just want too many people on my side. I think it's a decent side to be on with a positive view ahead, one that withdraws and refuses negative things, and wants to create something better. Without sounding too hippy-dippy, I basically wanna be an artists whose canvas is the whole world. You know, like everyday is a work of art and the end result is....Luuuuuuuvvvvv. I think everybody's pretty wonderful. With that, the pining seems so insignificant and I'm just gonna try to keep going full-speed ahead every morning but at my own pace. "I'm feeling supersonic, give me gin & tonic, you can have it all but how much do you want it?" How can one ever argue Oasis songs are about nothing? They're about everything and everybody all at once.
I am about everything and everybody all at once, too.
And like always, not because of the Black Keys, but in spite of them, for the 4th time seeing The Black Keys, I am lost and confused and in many confusing directions in lust and love and friendships.
I have spent too much time away from LJ to properly try to share Europe, Liverpool, England, Leicester Uni and the start of summer with the old LJ Cybergang.
But basically, I am having some of the best days of my life in spite of my emotional confusion. I had what I considered to be a quality talk with Mark Sticky Munns and Jessica Meyer last night at RotoFest. I think they're wonderful people in this town and hopefully I'll see them both around more. I saw other different people in various arrays from high school. Some positive feelings, some neutral feelings, and a want to wish maybe I worked the system a bit more back in the high school days. I am learning more about myself and others everyday. Not getting mugged in Rome or not getting stranded overnight in Prague and not missing a flight from Paris to Greece despite being mega-late and sleeping in buggy beautiful bungalows on the Greek island of Ios and negotiating your way through an entire term on the island of England with basically only one friend (Cassie Duke) who you did not know would be such a great friend and actually is one of your favourites now; I can't remember what i was saying but all these events and getting yelled at by a ticket-taker in German or being offered drugs in German and all these things tend to take away some of the worries and fears of rejection from the opposite sex.
Also, guys and girls, I would recommend listening to alot of Oasis (the albums Definitely Maybe and (What's the Story) Morning Glory?). They will put further swagger and thirst for life back into your bones and have you kick up goodness when you thought it was gonna be a boring or lonesome day. The songs mean nothing and everything all at once, but so does the swagger they contain. I love The Beatles and learning more of their back story in Liverpool furthered that, but I can also agree that it's not a stretch or lie to say that Definitely Maybe is probably the best album ever made in Britain, even if it did it by ripping off The Beatles (And Rolling Stones and The Clash and The Stone Roses and all other great bands).
The point is, once I figure out what I want to do, I think it can all be fairly easily done. The problem of choice overwhelms me at times (I agree with Einstein). Maybe that is why I like going to work everyday now, because I wear the same shorts and cycle of 3 identical work shirts. Despite the new confidence, i still do not know what I ever want to listen to on my iPod. It takes so much time.
Working backwards, the week was great: The Black Keys, seeing the lovely Jesse Perez again and meeting her lovely friend Tory, helping to manage all the great staff at Pirates' Cove, having a slumber party with Uncle Rob and including numerous fake drunk dials (I was honestly blowing a .00000000 though like back in the high school days, I was accused of otherwise), bowling with some of my favourites, had Solarelectric's best practice yet, saw some great NBA playoff basketball, enjoyed some quality World Cup action, got to hang out with Elaina and Shanik at the same time, sang some karaoke, heard some new jams and loved some old ones, played kickball with a fun bunch and just generally feel like I'm making progress.
I guess it is better to be trying to do too much along the way than not have anything to wake up for in the morning. Trite and cliche as that may be, I'm truly believing it these days. All that said, it would be incomplete (maybe even a lie) to say I don't feel something is missing. Like everybody, I'm pining for a little bit of romance, but I think it is my own fault for being too picky or thinking too much or confusing my own heart and brain and soul. I have to accept that although I am far from perfect, I generally have a kindhearted bunch of parts making me up so I should never screw up that bad. People, at least though's I really care about because I think they generally care the same about me, are gonna embrace me and stay with me no matter what. Maybe i just want too many people on my side. I think it's a decent side to be on with a positive view ahead, one that withdraws and refuses negative things, and wants to create something better. Without sounding too hippy-dippy, I basically wanna be an artists whose canvas is the whole world. You know, like everyday is a work of art and the end result is....Luuuuuuuvvvvv. I think everybody's pretty wonderful. With that, the pining seems so insignificant and I'm just gonna try to keep going full-speed ahead every morning but at my own pace. "I'm feeling supersonic, give me gin & tonic, you can have it all but how much do you want it?" How can one ever argue Oasis songs are about nothing? They're about everything and everybody all at once.
I am about everything and everybody all at once, too.