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last night dillinger four and some of my best friends in the world made me feel like i was 14 all over again, and in the best sort of way. in the sort of way that makes everything feel so urgent and new and exciting, and takes every bit of rust that's built up over time, strips it away and makes it all shine so incredibly brightly, all over again. and i hate to sound so repetitive, but nights like that are the nights that keep me falling in love with all of this, again and again and again. hug after hug and smile after smile, every excited face just kept reminding me all over again just how much every bit of this means to me. the singing, the dancing, the way that everyone just became one big excited mess of arms flailing and bodies falling all over one another- all with arms embracing and the biggest of smiles. and all of it- put in the context of such urgency and energy and meaning, all backed by such an amazing soundtrack whose medium is just as much a message as anything that could ever be said in direct words (just as everything else there was), it was all such a perfect portrait of everything that we really are building and really have built.
and i couldn't help looking, over and again, out of the one window beside the stage that hadn't been covered with curtains. outside there were these two middle aged couples, who looked like they were at one point passerbyers on their way to the nearest restraunt or bar, or just walking around town, but somehow had ended up with their attention caught by what was going on inside the show. and after a half song or so, it didn't seem so strange that they were still standing there, but as the set went on they stayed, song after song- looking just as fascinated by the end as they were when it all first caught their attention. and even though at first it made me feel more awkward and self conscious more than anything else, being peered in on like that, after awhile it just made me all the more comfortable and proud to be right in the middle of it all. because we were all just peices of one big portrait, one that is just too full life to be captured in still life. one that is constantly in progress and motion. and i think that's pretty fitting, concidering everything that it was capturing and everything that it was representing. and it made me feel really proud to give them a glimpse of everything we've been painting, because i think it really did speak volumns about all of this. and from the expressions on their faces, i really do think that the colors spoke loud and clear.
and the way that some believe that just by watching the way a people dance, you can tell so much about their culture.... well i believe that wholeheartedly. and watching those expressions on the faces of those on the other side of the glass, and then taking a look around myself at everything that was going on all around me, well i can't help but wonder what this must have said about us, and this culture that we have built. and i can't help but smile, and feel so incredibly proud, when i think about all of the possibilities (of what it may have said).
so with sore bodies and sweat drenched hugs as our paint stained clothing and floors, let's keep on painting these portraits again and again. always in motion, and always full of life. always captivating, and always fascinating. and always doing everything we can to make sure that everything we are and everything that we are building are just the same, if not so much more so.
and i couldn't help looking, over and again, out of the one window beside the stage that hadn't been covered with curtains. outside there were these two middle aged couples, who looked like they were at one point passerbyers on their way to the nearest restraunt or bar, or just walking around town, but somehow had ended up with their attention caught by what was going on inside the show. and after a half song or so, it didn't seem so strange that they were still standing there, but as the set went on they stayed, song after song- looking just as fascinated by the end as they were when it all first caught their attention. and even though at first it made me feel more awkward and self conscious more than anything else, being peered in on like that, after awhile it just made me all the more comfortable and proud to be right in the middle of it all. because we were all just peices of one big portrait, one that is just too full life to be captured in still life. one that is constantly in progress and motion. and i think that's pretty fitting, concidering everything that it was capturing and everything that it was representing. and it made me feel really proud to give them a glimpse of everything we've been painting, because i think it really did speak volumns about all of this. and from the expressions on their faces, i really do think that the colors spoke loud and clear.
and the way that some believe that just by watching the way a people dance, you can tell so much about their culture.... well i believe that wholeheartedly. and watching those expressions on the faces of those on the other side of the glass, and then taking a look around myself at everything that was going on all around me, well i can't help but wonder what this must have said about us, and this culture that we have built. and i can't help but smile, and feel so incredibly proud, when i think about all of the possibilities (of what it may have said).
so with sore bodies and sweat drenched hugs as our paint stained clothing and floors, let's keep on painting these portraits again and again. always in motion, and always full of life. always captivating, and always fascinating. and always doing everything we can to make sure that everything we are and everything that we are building are just the same, if not so much more so.