Ceci n'est pas une pipe.
My mom is out of town for 10 days, so that'll give me the opportunity for some time to myself at home, as well as accomplishing bushels. Tonight I happened to see my friend Sarah from Nashville online, which had been the first time in over 2 years. She seemed to fade into oblivion, as she delete nearly every contact imaginable on the internet. Her phone number had even been out of service since around January. So we talked for a few minutes, did some minor catching-up, and exchanged current contact info. It seems that all the cool kids and adults are moving to East Nashville. Have fun with your Walmart and behind-the-times Radio Shack. ;-) I keed, I keed.
Speaking of Nashville, a couple more recent accomplices--Ali and Zach--will be accompanying me down to Nashville for my last(?) out-of-town adventure of the year. Forget Cassettes will be having their album release party for Salt at the Exit/In, with very special guests The Whole Fantastic World. That latter point was the clincher for my attendance. Daniel and Craig skipped town and moved to Chicago almost a year ago. During that time, they've gotten several jobs, new places, new lives, and a new drummer. This will be their first real show in over a year and with the new addition to the lineup. Even though I love Simon (the old drummer), I still enjoy their music. I actually ran into both Daniel and Craig at Pitchfork last weekend. I barely recognized them, as Daniel had most of his indie hair shaved off, and Craig had his long, ponytailed hair chopped off. It'll be nice to see them again. I hear the new material and guitar lines are absolutely mindblowing.
Unless there's a manageable, desperate rendezvous with Kate for a couple nights in Chicago, my Nashville trip will be my last excursion of the year. I'm not sure how things will pan out. We're currently recovering from our Chicago trip from last weekend, giving each other time to think about things, and go about our own business. I believe things will be fine. I tend to break the rules when it comes to giving space to those who need it -- not intentionally. I just get antsy, and I've always got something to say. Anxiety seized me at the wrong time on Sunday night, and I don't want to pay an ultimate price for such stupid mistake of emotional mismanagement. Sometimes I just need to shut up, relax, and let things play out. There's nothing to push for either; I love everything about what we have. Things between us still feel exciting. There are some tentative plans of hers to come down in October for some time-spending with me and a couple musical events. We'll see how things go.
Perhaps I'll add a Pitchfork (Music Festival) recap, if I feel up to it in the next 24 hours or so. Kate and I had such an amazing time, no matter how oppressive the heat became. I love our adventures. We could be one of the famous duos...if we wanted the fame.
Oh, and I love the band Office. They are my new number one.
I'm going to finish the night off with Touchez Pas au Grisbi, a French crime heist film from the early 50's...and maybe wake up to finishing the last two Wallace & Gromit shorts I have left to watch.
Speaking of Nashville, a couple more recent accomplices--Ali and Zach--will be accompanying me down to Nashville for my last(?) out-of-town adventure of the year. Forget Cassettes will be having their album release party for Salt at the Exit/In, with very special guests The Whole Fantastic World. That latter point was the clincher for my attendance. Daniel and Craig skipped town and moved to Chicago almost a year ago. During that time, they've gotten several jobs, new places, new lives, and a new drummer. This will be their first real show in over a year and with the new addition to the lineup. Even though I love Simon (the old drummer), I still enjoy their music. I actually ran into both Daniel and Craig at Pitchfork last weekend. I barely recognized them, as Daniel had most of his indie hair shaved off, and Craig had his long, ponytailed hair chopped off. It'll be nice to see them again. I hear the new material and guitar lines are absolutely mindblowing.
Unless there's a manageable, desperate rendezvous with Kate for a couple nights in Chicago, my Nashville trip will be my last excursion of the year. I'm not sure how things will pan out. We're currently recovering from our Chicago trip from last weekend, giving each other time to think about things, and go about our own business. I believe things will be fine. I tend to break the rules when it comes to giving space to those who need it -- not intentionally. I just get antsy, and I've always got something to say. Anxiety seized me at the wrong time on Sunday night, and I don't want to pay an ultimate price for such stupid mistake of emotional mismanagement. Sometimes I just need to shut up, relax, and let things play out. There's nothing to push for either; I love everything about what we have. Things between us still feel exciting. There are some tentative plans of hers to come down in October for some time-spending with me and a couple musical events. We'll see how things go.
Perhaps I'll add a Pitchfork (Music Festival) recap, if I feel up to it in the next 24 hours or so. Kate and I had such an amazing time, no matter how oppressive the heat became. I love our adventures. We could be one of the famous duos...if we wanted the fame.
Oh, and I love the band Office. They are my new number one.
I'm going to finish the night off with Touchez Pas au Grisbi, a French crime heist film from the early 50's...and maybe wake up to finishing the last two Wallace & Gromit shorts I have left to watch.