Infinty's a great place to start.
Aaaaah you guys I am gorging myself on music right now.
I have SO MUCH TO SAY and I really shouldn't be typing - I went to the doctor again this morning and the upshot is I am stuck on light duties for another week. Since I didn't actually really heal yet. D: This is going to be fun. Monday I will call around and set up acupuncture and probably physio and, if my teeth don't improve tomorrow, a return dentist's appt. On the one hand: I am going to be so popular at work (why is no font for sarcasm?). On the other, I am almost out of paperwork this has never happened to me before! and so frankly I can't do much there ANYWAY so I may as well start trying to get better faster on work time? IDK, my inner Protestant and my inner Catholic are BOTH ganging up on me a little. I am drowning them out with the judicious application of Rock and or Roll. :D
But yeah. I am not meant to move my left side (I am left handed. In case you didn't know.) much at all; and this morning I woke up with a serious ache in the ball of my right thumb. So naturally I also woke up with a burning yen to both write and journal like mad.
I ran a bunch of errands after the doctor. The pertinent one here is that I walked into JBs - after having searched LAST NIGHT on Real Groovy and thus concluding htat the new U2 wasn't out here at all yet - and walked smack bang into Magnificent. Because SurpriseLiveU2 + me in public are always such an entertaining combination. Oops. I didn't totally lose it, at least, it was just... a moment.
I just realised, actually - every. single. concert. that U2 have recorded since 2001 (excepting Milan, but that's not out yet, is it?) - I know people who were there. EVERY ONE. (Everyone! EveryONE! ...sorry.) It is both cool in terms of holy shit the globality of us, and sort of deeply disconcerting, because... it's hard not to try to find Court and Pam in Slane1. It's hard not to try to find us all in Chicago. I don't remember where everyone was at the Rose Bowl, but I'm having to actively work not to focus to find out. Our voices make up the record of our lives, you know?
1Ahahahaa she says, as if she can watch Slane. But you know what I mean.
While I am blithering about my day, I also have to brag - I fricking won an underdog gold medal in the shopping Olympics this afternoon. There is this fleece hoodie that I have been stalking for, no shit, over a year. It's dark dark grey and soft brushed cotton and fleecy on the inside and classy and so so pretty and very me, and it was a RIDICULOUS amount of dollars for all that, so I basically kept just... petting it (I think I showed it to Kat? *lame!*) and checking it every now and then and saying no. And today it was 50% off. \o/ Admittedly, even half off it was still a good twenty bucks more than I tend to want to spend on any clothing, but it's super warm and I am acutely conscious that next week I am going to be in Wellington, and in six/seven weeks in Melbourne, both of which are places which are a lot colder than AKL.
I am jumping all over this post - pls feel free to point out to me if it's excessively disjointed anywhere - but I realised, having been about six paragraphs into flail by now - that some of you probably don't know at all about how bandom is not my first rodeo. I have been mentally chewing over a post about Me and Music (largely because of how I react to the Young Veins, actually) but this comes into that, too, I think. For those of you possibly about to be really confused by the cut-tag below - in 2001 I fell in love with U2. In 2005 I got to prove that it wasn't just a superficial attraction. ♥BAND OF MY HEART♥
JEBUS FUCKING H OH MY TAWG IN GOD'S COUNTRY. he snippeted In God's Country into Beautiful Day. Oh god. WHY WAS I NOT THERE. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY. And then the Maker FUCK ME. I just. FUCK. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. I DON'T EVEN HAVE WORDS OR A TRAIN OF THOUGHT LEFT AND I AM ONLY *WATCHING* THIS. How on earth did you people survive this?? (Esp with, from what I recall about the shitty shitty GA line shenanigans--- HE'S CALLING LARRY JAMES DEAN ILUUUUUUUUUUUUU BONO ILU. ...oh my god the Clark Gable to Adam comparison dyyyyyyyyyyyyyyying (so many levels. so many levels.) MAD SCIENTIST. VISITOR. WE LOVE THE EDGE. WE LOVE THE EDGE.
I love this ISHFWILF. It feels so Rattle and Hum to me.
Okay, so, rewinding a little while I have the time- I really genuinely like the beginning of the Rose Bowl DVD. It's just neat. And the zooropa spaceman!! ♥! Aaaand, like I said on twitter - I hadn't realised, genuinely hadn't realised, that I have developed quite the conditioning with Kingdom that I had with Wake Up. BUT APPARENTLY SO. I lost. my. shit. when that started.
...I keep thinking I see the back of Andrea's head. (Wait, were you at that show dude? I think yes? But I am not sure.) Aaaand I think that was Court. WHAT. Lololol Bono, with the messing up In A Little While. (I remember listening obsessively to that song in Midway, waiting for my flight to Madison. I think it was before Cleveland 1? IZZY I MISS YOUR FACE.)
Wait, wow. I'd never realised before. The beginning of No Line sounds a lot like Until the End of the World. Just for a heartbeat, but it does. I genuinely didn't know what was coming next - I didn't let myself look at the tracklisting and the set list has changed since Chicago - and I really thought for a second that it was going to be UTEOTW and not NLOTH. ...oh, U2. And people give FOB shit for their long song titles. :D
OH FUCK YES UNKNOWN CALLER. I love this song so. fucking. much. This song and Breathe have saved me on so many planes now. I was so sad when I got on the plane on the way home from LA last month (missing Peter Gabriel and the Like. SELFISHLY NOT OKAY WITH THAT STILL.) and found that they'd finally taken NLOTH off the entertainment system. :/ I liked having my iPod as backup for the entertainment system and the entertainment system as backup for my iPod. Heh. Admittedly, they had at least added Scratch My Back so I listened to that obsessively instead.
UH YEAH. I just flailed so hard. UTEOTW. God, this SONG. Part of it is always always going to be jaywalking in front of the capitol, snow on State St, trudging home with their songs in my heart.
AIR GUITAR!BONO IS ONE OF MY (MANY) FAVOURITES. Oh my god the drums. How have I not noticed the drums so much here for a while? UGH. /Court noise AHHH THE REACHING TO EACH OTHER FROM THE BRIDGES YESSSSS.
Unforgettable Fire. Fuck. I said this after Chicago; I said to Kat like a week before I left, I didn' think I would ever, ever hear this song live. Ever. I fucking love this whole album, but I thought that ship had sailed for, you know, everything but Pride. I was, I think, the only person in our wodge on the rail who was unspoiled (aside from Izzy's mom maybe? Oh, wait, no, Michele. Hi. Oops.), and when the screens came down and then that intro started, I lost my fucking shit and then looked up and NotDrey and Izzy were grinning their faces off at me. OKAY I AM PREDICTABLE, SURE.
Vertigo is making me want to bounce. HELLO RENAISSANCE. I don't understand why my feet are so firmly on this path; this wasn't my leg, I wouldn't have been there except in spirit. Or maybe that's why.
GO CRAZY YESSSSSSSSSSSS. FUCK YEAH. This was one of the other high points of being unspoilered in Chicago - I had no fucking idea. God I hope bandom people catch the next leg of this tour, because what I wouldn't GIVE to see Spencer Smith emulating Larry here, ngggggggh. This song is totally dancing with Izzy night 2. GOD THAT WAS SUCH A GREAT SHOW. I normally hate remixes (okay, or am just bored/confused by them) but this remix totally owns my heart.
...oh god sometimes I forget how the only person who can make me go HOW ARE YOU A PERSON?? in that particular way more so than Pete is BONO. Ugggggggh why aren't there more pictures of them together damn you press people/life.
I keep having semi-meta thoughts about this all, and plus it doesn't help I didn't get round to writing up those two shows yet. (Self now is not the time for that. This is already way more typeytypey than is recommended.) But yeah. I admitted at the time - I didn't really 'get' this album until I saw the live show. Part of it just didn't click for me; partly it was a headspace issue -- it had been a while, and- we've discussed this before, when you need something so big and it goes away, you find something else to fill the hole. And I was fathoms deep in bandom (okay, I still am, but) when No Line came out, and then there was the FOB tour and the drama that went on before the Divorce, and I just... wasn't all there. And I got kind of uncomfortable with the fact it was the most overtly theologically reverential album I think they've ever done - barring maybe October - and no one was talking about that and it was just... weird. And then there was Chicago 1, and I did definitely talk about how hard that morning was for me, and I was just not fucking there, not until Space Oddity, and then it was like key, meet lock. Hi. Yes. Yes. Or, perhaps - the secret is yourself.
Sunday Bloody Sunday is not right unless I'm kicking the barrier. Stamping my feet. Kicking under my desk. Forward momentum. I stand by my comments of many years back; I would love to put Miles and Bono into a room together. They'd take over the world and we'd think it was our idea.
MLK. Something else I never thought would happen where I could see it.
...I am still so conflicted about the the Aung San Suu Kyi thing. The Elevation tour version of Walk On is- I don't even have words, leaving aside everything it became in the third leg, it was more than just a song for me, and I love it so much, and so getting a full band version of it is amazing. But I am so uncomfortable with the actual staging. Like, I get what they were aiming to do. I just am still not sure if it succeeded at all or if it is just outright fail. DDDDD:
Okay, the end of One got me. When they're present, that song is absolutely superlative. (I... have a segue here about Panic, but suffice it to say LOL OVERINVESTED and I wanted their Achtung Baby goddammit. DDDD: )
And, Streets. Bye.
I know I keep talking about Chicago, but. I fucking wept during Streets then, because after Vertigo - which, don't get me wrong, I loved, it was my tour, it was my tour even more than Eleven is my Doctor, and what they did with it then was spectacular and clever and exciting - but after Vertigo, I didn't know that I would ever, ever get to see the Streets that I imprinted on; that I would get to see everythign go RED RED RED.
Wow, this is... new. The space junk, turn on your radio. Yes? I'm sure we didn't get this in Chicago. God I wish I could have seen this evolve.
Ngggggggggggggh Ultraviolet. I love that they brought this back; it just works. Whyyyyyyyy was I 12 when ZooTV was here whyyyy.
Eeeeeeeeedge I love your voice. ADAM I LOVE YOUR EVERYTHING. (In case anyone was, you know, wondering. Me in loving the bassist shocker.)
(Slightly more generally: I am really, really enjoying this DVD. New director dude, I think I approve quite strongly. Sry Hamish, ilu but Boston was definitely your best work. Rapid jump cutting is nobody's friend. :/ )
And, hee, Sylvie (aka Jabba the Fluff) just came in and meowed at me a lot. I think she is Expressing Her Opinion.
I love that Larry sings during Moment of Surrender. I remember that, it makes me so happy. ♥ ♥ ♥ ...oh my god what was that at the end there whaaaaaaaaaaaaat WOW.
LOLOLOLOL presented by Blackberry. Ahh, memories. Remember how the cell reception fizzled and DIED when everyone got into Soldier Field? WELL DONE, BLACKBERRY. GOOD WORK.
...someone tell me 10pm is too late to go home and get more DVDs. I just want to. SLEEP IS IMPORTANT TOO SELF. REMEMBER THAT.
...god, I am the luckiest fucking person to have seen them. Bono, get better (safely) soon. This needs to come back; for the people who didn't get it and even the ones who did.
Okay, so before I started watching the Rose Bowl show (god I love touch typing), I finally sat down - with time and privacy and surround sound and a big screen tv (\house-sitting!/) to watch Peter Gabriel's Growing Up Live. IT WAS SO AWESOME I CAN'T EVEN TELL YOU.
I am so infinitely fucking jealous of people who saw that tour. I realised as soon as I saw the stage that it was the tour that my favourite live video of Solsbury Hill is from (biiiiiiiiiiicycle!), and there's so much mooooooooooore, omg. I'd seen Sky Blue when Court linked to it a while ago, but pretty much everything else was new. I love love love the zorbing, and the walking on the ceiling, and just- what a cool and versatile and FUN stage set up. Also his band are made of love and kittens and rainbows. IL all synchronised dancing. I- oh my GOD I just realised it's totally the same dancing that Bad Rabbits did! AHAHAHAA WIN. /comment that like two people who bother reading this bit will get sry
I had to turn it the fuck up for Solsbury Hill and My Ghost Like to Travel, because it's all I can do to sit for those songs; volume in place of movement. There are like five songs in the world which make me want to run - and I hate running - and those are two of them. (Streets and That Green Gentleman and Home Again are the others. FYI.)
In conclusion: idk if I am going to get much further through the OC in this stint of house-sitting. I'm starting to think I am going to go home tomorrow and pick up Rattle & Hum and Chicago and Popmart and ZooTV and maybe if I am feeling super brave Boston, and then I am going to obsessively watch U2 and Peter Gabriel ALL WEEKEND.
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I have SO MUCH TO SAY and I really shouldn't be typing - I went to the doctor again this morning and the upshot is I am stuck on light duties for another week. Since I didn't actually really heal yet. D: This is going to be fun. Monday I will call around and set up acupuncture and probably physio and, if my teeth don't improve tomorrow, a return dentist's appt. On the one hand: I am going to be so popular at work (why is no font for sarcasm?). On the other, I am almost out of paperwork this has never happened to me before! and so frankly I can't do much there ANYWAY so I may as well start trying to get better faster on work time? IDK, my inner Protestant and my inner Catholic are BOTH ganging up on me a little. I am drowning them out with the judicious application of Rock and or Roll. :D
But yeah. I am not meant to move my left side (I am left handed. In case you didn't know.) much at all; and this morning I woke up with a serious ache in the ball of my right thumb. So naturally I also woke up with a burning yen to both write and journal like mad.
I ran a bunch of errands after the doctor. The pertinent one here is that I walked into JBs - after having searched LAST NIGHT on Real Groovy and thus concluding htat the new U2 wasn't out here at all yet - and walked smack bang into Magnificent. Because SurpriseLiveU2 + me in public are always such an entertaining combination. Oops. I didn't totally lose it, at least, it was just... a moment.
I just realised, actually - every. single. concert. that U2 have recorded since 2001 (excepting Milan, but that's not out yet, is it?) - I know people who were there. EVERY ONE. (Everyone! EveryONE! ...sorry.) It is both cool in terms of holy shit the globality of us, and sort of deeply disconcerting, because... it's hard not to try to find Court and Pam in Slane1. It's hard not to try to find us all in Chicago. I don't remember where everyone was at the Rose Bowl, but I'm having to actively work not to focus to find out. Our voices make up the record of our lives, you know?
1Ahahahaa she says, as if she can watch Slane. But you know what I mean.
While I am blithering about my day, I also have to brag - I fricking won an underdog gold medal in the shopping Olympics this afternoon. There is this fleece hoodie that I have been stalking for, no shit, over a year. It's dark dark grey and soft brushed cotton and fleecy on the inside and classy and so so pretty and very me, and it was a RIDICULOUS amount of dollars for all that, so I basically kept just... petting it (I think I showed it to Kat? *lame!*) and checking it every now and then and saying no. And today it was 50% off. \o/ Admittedly, even half off it was still a good twenty bucks more than I tend to want to spend on any clothing, but it's super warm and I am acutely conscious that next week I am going to be in Wellington, and in six/seven weeks in Melbourne, both of which are places which are a lot colder than AKL.
I am jumping all over this post - pls feel free to point out to me if it's excessively disjointed anywhere - but I realised, having been about six paragraphs into flail by now - that some of you probably don't know at all about how bandom is not my first rodeo. I have been mentally chewing over a post about Me and Music (largely because of how I react to the Young Veins, actually) but this comes into that, too, I think. For those of you possibly about to be really confused by the cut-tag below - in 2001 I fell in love with U2. In 2005 I got to prove that it wasn't just a superficial attraction. ♥BAND OF MY HEART♥
JEBUS FUCKING H OH MY TAWG IN GOD'S COUNTRY. he snippeted In God's Country into Beautiful Day. Oh god. WHY WAS I NOT THERE. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY. And then the Maker FUCK ME. I just. FUCK. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. I DON'T EVEN HAVE WORDS OR A TRAIN OF THOUGHT LEFT AND I AM ONLY *WATCHING* THIS. How on earth did you people survive this?? (Esp with, from what I recall about the shitty shitty GA line shenanigans--- HE'S CALLING LARRY JAMES DEAN ILUUUUUUUUUUUUU BONO ILU. ...oh my god the Clark Gable to Adam comparison dyyyyyyyyyyyyyyying (so many levels. so many levels.) MAD SCIENTIST. VISITOR. WE LOVE THE EDGE. WE LOVE THE EDGE.
I love this ISHFWILF. It feels so Rattle and Hum to me.
Okay, so, rewinding a little while I have the time- I really genuinely like the beginning of the Rose Bowl DVD. It's just neat. And the zooropa spaceman!! ♥! Aaaand, like I said on twitter - I hadn't realised, genuinely hadn't realised, that I have developed quite the conditioning with Kingdom that I had with Wake Up. BUT APPARENTLY SO. I lost. my. shit. when that started.
...I keep thinking I see the back of Andrea's head. (Wait, were you at that show dude? I think yes? But I am not sure.) Aaaand I think that was Court. WHAT. Lololol Bono, with the messing up In A Little While. (I remember listening obsessively to that song in Midway, waiting for my flight to Madison. I think it was before Cleveland 1? IZZY I MISS YOUR FACE.)
Wait, wow. I'd never realised before. The beginning of No Line sounds a lot like Until the End of the World. Just for a heartbeat, but it does. I genuinely didn't know what was coming next - I didn't let myself look at the tracklisting and the set list has changed since Chicago - and I really thought for a second that it was going to be UTEOTW and not NLOTH. ...oh, U2. And people give FOB shit for their long song titles. :D
OH FUCK YES UNKNOWN CALLER. I love this song so. fucking. much. This song and Breathe have saved me on so many planes now. I was so sad when I got on the plane on the way home from LA last month (missing Peter Gabriel and the Like. SELFISHLY NOT OKAY WITH THAT STILL.) and found that they'd finally taken NLOTH off the entertainment system. :/ I liked having my iPod as backup for the entertainment system and the entertainment system as backup for my iPod. Heh. Admittedly, they had at least added Scratch My Back so I listened to that obsessively instead.
UH YEAH. I just flailed so hard. UTEOTW. God, this SONG. Part of it is always always going to be jaywalking in front of the capitol, snow on State St, trudging home with their songs in my heart.
AIR GUITAR!BONO IS ONE OF MY (MANY) FAVOURITES. Oh my god the drums. How have I not noticed the drums so much here for a while? UGH. /Court noise AHHH THE REACHING TO EACH OTHER FROM THE BRIDGES YESSSSS.
Unforgettable Fire. Fuck. I said this after Chicago; I said to Kat like a week before I left, I didn' think I would ever, ever hear this song live. Ever. I fucking love this whole album, but I thought that ship had sailed for, you know, everything but Pride. I was, I think, the only person in our wodge on the rail who was unspoiled (aside from Izzy's mom maybe? Oh, wait, no, Michele. Hi. Oops.), and when the screens came down and then that intro started, I lost my fucking shit and then looked up and NotDrey and Izzy were grinning their faces off at me. OKAY I AM PREDICTABLE, SURE.
Vertigo is making me want to bounce. HELLO RENAISSANCE. I don't understand why my feet are so firmly on this path; this wasn't my leg, I wouldn't have been there except in spirit. Or maybe that's why.
GO CRAZY YESSSSSSSSSSSS. FUCK YEAH. This was one of the other high points of being unspoilered in Chicago - I had no fucking idea. God I hope bandom people catch the next leg of this tour, because what I wouldn't GIVE to see Spencer Smith emulating Larry here, ngggggggh. This song is totally dancing with Izzy night 2. GOD THAT WAS SUCH A GREAT SHOW. I normally hate remixes (okay, or am just bored/confused by them) but this remix totally owns my heart.
...oh god sometimes I forget how the only person who can make me go HOW ARE YOU A PERSON?? in that particular way more so than Pete is BONO. Ugggggggh why aren't there more pictures of them together damn you press people/life.
I keep having semi-meta thoughts about this all, and plus it doesn't help I didn't get round to writing up those two shows yet. (Self now is not the time for that. This is already way more typeytypey than is recommended.) But yeah. I admitted at the time - I didn't really 'get' this album until I saw the live show. Part of it just didn't click for me; partly it was a headspace issue -- it had been a while, and- we've discussed this before, when you need something so big and it goes away, you find something else to fill the hole. And I was fathoms deep in bandom (okay, I still am, but) when No Line came out, and then there was the FOB tour and the drama that went on before the Divorce, and I just... wasn't all there. And I got kind of uncomfortable with the fact it was the most overtly theologically reverential album I think they've ever done - barring maybe October - and no one was talking about that and it was just... weird. And then there was Chicago 1, and I did definitely talk about how hard that morning was for me, and I was just not fucking there, not until Space Oddity, and then it was like key, meet lock. Hi. Yes. Yes. Or, perhaps - the secret is yourself.
Sunday Bloody Sunday is not right unless I'm kicking the barrier. Stamping my feet. Kicking under my desk. Forward momentum. I stand by my comments of many years back; I would love to put Miles and Bono into a room together. They'd take over the world and we'd think it was our idea.
MLK. Something else I never thought would happen where I could see it.
...I am still so conflicted about the the Aung San Suu Kyi thing. The Elevation tour version of Walk On is- I don't even have words, leaving aside everything it became in the third leg, it was more than just a song for me, and I love it so much, and so getting a full band version of it is amazing. But I am so uncomfortable with the actual staging. Like, I get what they were aiming to do. I just am still not sure if it succeeded at all or if it is just outright fail. DDDDD:
Okay, the end of One got me. When they're present, that song is absolutely superlative. (I... have a segue here about Panic, but suffice it to say LOL OVERINVESTED and I wanted their Achtung Baby goddammit. DDDD: )
And, Streets. Bye.
I know I keep talking about Chicago, but. I fucking wept during Streets then, because after Vertigo - which, don't get me wrong, I loved, it was my tour, it was my tour even more than Eleven is my Doctor, and what they did with it then was spectacular and clever and exciting - but after Vertigo, I didn't know that I would ever, ever get to see the Streets that I imprinted on; that I would get to see everythign go RED RED RED.
Wow, this is... new. The space junk, turn on your radio. Yes? I'm sure we didn't get this in Chicago. God I wish I could have seen this evolve.
Ngggggggggggggh Ultraviolet. I love that they brought this back; it just works. Whyyyyyyyy was I 12 when ZooTV was here whyyyy.
Eeeeeeeeedge I love your voice. ADAM I LOVE YOUR EVERYTHING. (In case anyone was, you know, wondering. Me in loving the bassist shocker.)
(Slightly more generally: I am really, really enjoying this DVD. New director dude, I think I approve quite strongly. Sry Hamish, ilu but Boston was definitely your best work. Rapid jump cutting is nobody's friend. :/ )
And, hee, Sylvie (aka Jabba the Fluff) just came in and meowed at me a lot. I think she is Expressing Her Opinion.
I love that Larry sings during Moment of Surrender. I remember that, it makes me so happy. ♥ ♥ ♥ ...oh my god what was that at the end there whaaaaaaaaaaaaat WOW.
LOLOLOLOL presented by Blackberry. Ahh, memories. Remember how the cell reception fizzled and DIED when everyone got into Soldier Field? WELL DONE, BLACKBERRY. GOOD WORK.
...someone tell me 10pm is too late to go home and get more DVDs. I just want to. SLEEP IS IMPORTANT TOO SELF. REMEMBER THAT.
...god, I am the luckiest fucking person to have seen them. Bono, get better (safely) soon. This needs to come back; for the people who didn't get it and even the ones who did.
Okay, so before I started watching the Rose Bowl show (god I love touch typing), I finally sat down - with time and privacy and surround sound and a big screen tv (\house-sitting!/) to watch Peter Gabriel's Growing Up Live. IT WAS SO AWESOME I CAN'T EVEN TELL YOU.
I am so infinitely fucking jealous of people who saw that tour. I realised as soon as I saw the stage that it was the tour that my favourite live video of Solsbury Hill is from (biiiiiiiiiiicycle!), and there's so much mooooooooooore, omg. I'd seen Sky Blue when Court linked to it a while ago, but pretty much everything else was new. I love love love the zorbing, and the walking on the ceiling, and just- what a cool and versatile and FUN stage set up. Also his band are made of love and kittens and rainbows. IL all synchronised dancing. I- oh my GOD I just realised it's totally the same dancing that Bad Rabbits did! AHAHAHAA WIN. /comment that like two people who bother reading this bit will get sry
I had to turn it the fuck up for Solsbury Hill and My Ghost Like to Travel, because it's all I can do to sit for those songs; volume in place of movement. There are like five songs in the world which make me want to run - and I hate running - and those are two of them. (Streets and That Green Gentleman and Home Again are the others. FYI.)
In conclusion: idk if I am going to get much further through the OC in this stint of house-sitting. I'm starting to think I am going to go home tomorrow and pick up Rattle & Hum and Chicago and Popmart and ZooTV and maybe if I am feeling super brave Boston, and then I am going to obsessively watch U2 and Peter Gabriel ALL WEEKEND.
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