not to continue with the theme of my last post, but i’d just like to say that i took no less than five whole minutes to pick what to listen to just now. organized by artist and album, i have simply to use my optical mouse’s scroll button to view any segment of my cd collection. then, i have simply to use the left button three times to spin any desired virtual disc. these actions combined can take no more than 1.5 seconds, and yet, the decision takes five minutes. extraordinary.
maybe music has preoccupied my thoughts recently because of the shows: sigur ros last saturday at the warfield, and pedro the lion tuesday at the great american music hall. the time has certainly passed for writing an emotion-driven entry about either show, since the high can last no more than a day or two (except, perhaps, in the case of sigur ros, due to the large amount of pot being smoked at their concert). moreover, no one, i think, could profit very much by hearing whatever thoughts i have about the shows. either such a person would like the artist, or not. if not, she certainly wouldn’t care. if so, the thoughts would boil down, for her, to whether or not the show was good. the answer is, yes.
sigur ros was beautiful and haunting and tormented and insecure and fuzzily cynical and hopelessly joyful = YES it was a good show.
pedro the lion was gruff and embarrassed and hilarious and piercing and wise and never to be successfully heckled = YES it was a good show. i stand wholeheartedly behind my friend chris’ assessment of the tour (he saw the orlando show): in many ways, going to this particular pedro the lion concert was very much like sex. and because i feel like being sensational, i won’t bother adding the necessary qualifiers to give you the correct context of that statement. or, perhaps i mean it just like that.
i left two days early to come home for thanksgiving. my plane tuesday night was overbooked, and due to some quick thinking and walking i became the only volunteer off the flight. american airlines put me up in the wyndham hotel for 6 hours, put me on the first flight out wednesday morning, put me in first class, and put $300 in my pocket in the form of a voucher, all because they sold too many tickets. i love it. thanksgiving itself was great, and the first time i’ve had it in our house in orlando (even though we’ve lived here for three and a half years).
still, homework count is at 0, while movie count is at something like 5, so some things need to be ironed out in my schedule. i guess that’s why i’m staying here till thurs. of dead week.
i am tired from waking up late, from walking barefoot on the hot sandpapery roof putting up christmas lights, from a few hours of football, from a too-big dinner, from the egg nog and cookies, the glow (the crisp, DVD glow) of the movie we just watched, and from wishing i was a jedi, or at least that magic was real or that i was a hero. i think i’m going to bed. maybe tomorrow i’ll wake up and realize that a jedi’s life is not really so envious. maybe i’ll realize that if magic was real it wouldn’t be magic. maybe i’ll realize that there are all kinds of heroes and there’s nothing to stop me from being one.
virtual disc on spin: love | the juliana theory
