7/20/10 - Larkin Grimm & Rasputina @ Shank Hall
It was the best show ever. Too short & no one was dancing or even nodding heads besides the group I was with, but I've never felt such a deep connection with both the performers & the crowd before; a lot of coincidences, the night was blooming with synchronicity. & although Rasputina was one of my earliest obsessions & the gateway drug that led to my addiction with the world of weird American folk/punk/classical/magical/whatever & was obnoxiously bouncing in my seat with a horrible hurrhurrhurr grin on my face & I left with purple stigmata bruises from clapping frantically with too much silver on the fingers, to day I find myself thinking only about Larkin Grimm, & how certain I am that she is somehow me.
Click to viewthe problem with meeting people like this, though, the kind that smell like deja vu, the kind i know i've dreamt up and/or are a recurring dream of the dream that is me, is that it always takes a short lifetime but a lifetime nonetheless to become comfortable in their presence enough to admit the strange connection & when this person is a famous musician, how do you mention it in the time you've got without sounding crazy? i mean, potentially violently crazy. obviously it's crazy as batshit, i realize that. but it's the truth.
so i just bought everything she had for sale & Sam talked to her a bit & I really wanted to too so I tried desperately to at least make eye contact but she REFUSED REFUSED REFUSED
WHY
Something always seems to get in the way when I attempt to talk about these kinds of things.