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I had a great day sitting by the river, drawing sketches of my hand, of imaginary lifeguards and of ET delivering comestibles to homeless people. I sat and relaxed until the sky opened and the rain started pelting down on me and as I picked up to walk back home with my walkman on, I wondered if there was a slight possibility of me getting electrocuted. Random thunder rumbled the airwaves and I knew there was some lightning shattering the sky somewhere. I shrugged my shoulders. Time to buy a pack of italian sausages from Safeway, I muttered to myself. I've finally received my own Safeway Club card, which will give me infinite deals on all the italian sausage I want and all the family sized yoghurt I could ever dream of. I am now a true local. I just need to get my own library card, switch my driver's license and the possibilities will be endless. "What possibilities?" I later ask, cursing myself for adding excessive words to my sentence without even thinking about what it means. I'm going to see The Dears tonight. I am going to see them alone. And for some reason in a new city, this seems that much more scary. In Toronto, I had no qualms about it, but here... there's that element of the unknown. What is this venue like? Is there room at the bar? What time do the bands start? Will I have to stand in the centre of the dancefloor and pretend to feel comfortable while the drilling glances of the large groups along the side criticize and mock me? And you know how music fans are. Trendy. I am not one of these. I ask myself why I am going, and I reply, "Because it's there." And also because my room is beginning to smell like sharp, old cheddar. I blame my footwear. However, I must say the used/indie music shop people here are much nicer than in a lot of places I've been. When I bought my ticket, the girl at the counter had many comments, telling me who else was coming into town and blah blah blah. I think she was just actually happy to be speaking with someone who has similar musical tastes. I've had enough of that "Oh, you like Belle and Sebastian? God, they're SOOOO mainstream now" condescension. Why can't we all just get along? And why the bleep is it raining on the weekend, on the first day of summer, at that? Today my body required a long sleeved shirt, a t-shirt and a jean jacket to be sufficiently comfortable. I shake my head at you, summer. I give you a disapproving shake. So there. Note that this entry has taken many turns. I have no excuse. I hope you continue to love me.
And I feel fine....... - 2004-02-23 |