Cursive
Ever since I figured out some tricks with my digital camera, I've found out that I really love taking pictures at concerts. This activity allows me to combine 4 of my favorite things: music, live concerts, travel, and faking artsy.
Unfortunately, it only works well if I'm able to get up to the stage. If there's any distance of, say, 10 feet or more, between me and the subject, the chances of the pictures being too blurry to be interesting increase greatly, and if I don't have any armrest to help me steady my hands, that's almost a guarantee that I'll be lucky to get even 1 good shot out of approx. 75.
Both of those problems plagued me at the Cursive show. I left at a decent time, so I would have gotten into line right as the doors were opening if it hadn't been for my tire blow-out on I-75. I would have been at the front of the stage, and I would have been able to take some cool pictures of Gretta and Tim. But, no, life had different plans in store for me. Well, at least it was only a flat tire, nothing major. I'm a AAA customer for life, I don't know how I survived before I got that sweet deal, so I still got to the concert and only missed the first opening band. The Social is small enough so I was still able to see the show despite it being packed with a sold out crowd. And, I got a couple pictures I at least don't hate.
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the rocking girl on the cello
this one I played with in photoshop
Come back soon, guys, ok? I will definitely be back to see you, and this time with a fresh set of tires. Please don't bring The Blood Brothers with you again, though. I'd like to apologize to the folks who like this cacaphony of screams and unintelligible noise, no offense meant, it just isn't my thing. I like Cursive because Tim Kasher is a great songwriter, because he sings even when he's screaming in that dying, heartbroken wail, and because I love the cello, and the over-the-top drama of the music that plays out like a storybook for those about to rock. If Tim stood up there screaming everything at the top of his lungs while his band mashed aimlessly on the instruments behind him for every song, I wouldn't listen to them, either. Somebody please stop feeding The Blood Brothers coffee, I think they've had enough.
Ok, Interpol, you're up next. Let's keep the road accidents to a minimum and the playin to a maximum. Oh yeah, that was cheezy, gotta love it.
(Although, actually, I'm still debating seeing Iron and Wine in St. Augustine the night before Interpol. I love his music, but I don't know if his show would be worth driving to and putting out the money for a hotel room, which I'd have to do if I go, since I'll be in Orlando the next night, and I'll spend more money in gas driving home and back than I would getting a hotel room. We'll see, I try not to make up my mind for certain about these things until the last minute. Sometimes it takes that long to know what is right for me and what isn't. It's all about listening to the inner voice, you know? I've stopped trying to push for outcomes, I just keep track of what's going on in the world that interests me, what possible adventures await me, and then wait for a sign. And when that sign makes itself known, I just have to go for it...even the smallest adventures can have major impacts in my life.)
-somewhere, in the process of all this adventuring, a girl is writing a musical script in her head, plotting and researching, changing herself into the person she's been hiding...these journal entries show the surface...much deeper is the volcano getting ready to burst...I've had 2 end of the world dreams now...although in neither one the world actually ended, but the threat was there, and chaos surrounded me...in both the key to my salvation was being on higher ground...the last one placed me in the "tallest building in the world" which happened to be in NYC...NYC is like a birthplace to me...metaphorically...it was where I went for my first major metropolitan adventure with friends in June...it was also where I went back in August for my first major metropolitan adventure alone...I'm hoping to go back for a 3rd time in the beginning of December to see the band Low...another calling of the spirit, if you will...I saw the sign-