Life, for me, is still a paralyzed thing. I'm waiting to hear back about a summer job. I'm waiting to have some clue about when the US-2 training will be.
But, in the waiting, there are moments of sheer awesome.
I.E. today I drove down to Burlington to visit a friend I haven't seen in over a year and go to a Decemberists concert. It was fantastic. Spending time with Amanda was great--she's one of those people who when you're around her you just remember that there are beautiful things and people in the world. I also got to hang out with Erin, who I knew only vaguely from my few times at the Wesley Foundation, and meet a few other people who all seemed really cool as well.
The concert: it was great, but a little disappointing. For the first hour/hour and a half, they played THE HAZARDS OF LOVE. The whole album. In its entirety.
That is a LOT of the same kind of thing over and over. And what I love about the Decemberists is their subtlety, the tounge-in-cheek folk tales and clever lyrics.
The subtlety of THoL was basically getting slammed in the temple with a hammer as someone yells,"I'm artistic! I'm different! I'm artistic!"
YES! We know! We're all very impressed with your artsy-ness, complete with a woman who seems to think she has angel wings trying to fly onstage.
I just want to hear the Mariner's Revenge, dammit.
The second half of the concert was spectacular--it was great fun, even if the only real "old" song they played was "Eli the Barrow Boy," which I love. There just wasn't enough of it.
But I still LOVE the Decemberists, and I can't wait to go to a show where they're not pushing an album so hard.
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