Some things you want will just never be right
This has turned out to be an excellent week.
I saw Patty Griffin last night. I was like five feet in front of her the entire time. It's amazing, she's this tiny, frail woman with one of the best, biggest voices I've ever heard. She has such an old soul too. She didn't play anything off Ghosts, maybe that's for the best, I was already in tears, I may have broken down at that point. I kept thinking the entire time: what do you say to someone standing right in front you that you've never met, but have the knowledge that they saved your life?
Meshell N'degeocello and Joshua Redman are doing a show together at 930. I'm so fucking going.
I dunno, I was wandering DC today and I couldn't help wondering if I'd go back to the 'burgh this summer. I was talking to Constance about it, I may need someone to come with me if I went. I'll warn the readers, I'm more peaceful about a lot of things and far more negative about others. I've had some time to think about various things, plus the added negativity that comes from discussing them with Dr. Maley, who knows, we'll see.
I got an Unknown Pleasures shirt!
In a moment that I've waited years for, I found Blood on the Tracks on vinyl yesterday. I went digging with Joe and found it down in Georgetown, I gasped when I found it. I don't know how to describe it, it's a huge record for me. Every record nerd has albums like that, that discuss certain periods of life. It was there when I, sad and all Screw You, Fuck That Shit walked out of Pittsburgh (Heather and Erin, so much trouble, to think they didn't even do anything), the sorrow of Rosa, the loneliness of DC. I look at the record much differently these days, but Dylan moves really deep in me, there are a lot of them but I don't think that's a ghost I'll be ridding.
Friday morning I'm out of DC to Philly to see Constance (who lives in Hatfield). I miss her to death and I'm so excited. I was playing piano in Mary Graydon earlier wishing she was there. One more day. Ha, sleeping alone, if there's one thing I've learned in the past year, it's parents are cool with that, and they shouldn't be. We'll see about that.
We're running from.
I saw Patty Griffin last night. I was like five feet in front of her the entire time. It's amazing, she's this tiny, frail woman with one of the best, biggest voices I've ever heard. She has such an old soul too. She didn't play anything off Ghosts, maybe that's for the best, I was already in tears, I may have broken down at that point. I kept thinking the entire time: what do you say to someone standing right in front you that you've never met, but have the knowledge that they saved your life?
Meshell N'degeocello and Joshua Redman are doing a show together at 930. I'm so fucking going.
I dunno, I was wandering DC today and I couldn't help wondering if I'd go back to the 'burgh this summer. I was talking to Constance about it, I may need someone to come with me if I went. I'll warn the readers, I'm more peaceful about a lot of things and far more negative about others. I've had some time to think about various things, plus the added negativity that comes from discussing them with Dr. Maley, who knows, we'll see.
I got an Unknown Pleasures shirt!
In a moment that I've waited years for, I found Blood on the Tracks on vinyl yesterday. I went digging with Joe and found it down in Georgetown, I gasped when I found it. I don't know how to describe it, it's a huge record for me. Every record nerd has albums like that, that discuss certain periods of life. It was there when I, sad and all Screw You, Fuck That Shit walked out of Pittsburgh (Heather and Erin, so much trouble, to think they didn't even do anything), the sorrow of Rosa, the loneliness of DC. I look at the record much differently these days, but Dylan moves really deep in me, there are a lot of them but I don't think that's a ghost I'll be ridding.
Friday morning I'm out of DC to Philly to see Constance (who lives in Hatfield). I miss her to death and I'm so excited. I was playing piano in Mary Graydon earlier wishing she was there. One more day. Ha, sleeping alone, if there's one thing I've learned in the past year, it's parents are cool with that, and they shouldn't be. We'll see about that.
We're running from.