introspective periscope : peeking inside since Y2K ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - 12:09 a.m. - 11 june, 2005 "oh, the boys on the radio / they crash and burn / they fold and fade so slow"~hole it never really happend before, i guess. i mean, you meet people at strange points in your life so maybe i was never really too open to it. toby couldn't come home for the show so i bought the ticket with the dollars i could scrape together at the last minute. i mean, when i was i going to get another chance to see the pixies play fifteen minutes from my house? if it meant going alone, then i was going alone. the ticket came in it's lonely envelope by mail two weeks ago. i came home from work and changed my clothes. i packed a book in my bag and headed out the door, ticket safe and tucked into the pages. i paid my last eight dollars out for parking and stood in line to get in, talking with strangers easily. i met an eight year old who received two free tickets to the show for having perfect attendance at school. i wish i'd been eight years old and had a mom who took me to shows. i mean...what kind of person might i have become? the eight year old casually said she was pissed off about something and her mom didn't flinch or correct her. i'm not sure if that's how i'd allow my kids to grow up if i have them (serious IF), but i'd like to think my kids would like me. blah. after the dellrays finished up, there was the regular lull between bands and this guy that had been sitting on the blacktop with me started talking finally. he was really easy to talk to and we found uncommonly common ground on music, politics, and film...it was nice to talk to someone in person about the things i love and not have to explain everything. when the pixies came on, i was in heaven. i could marry frank black. i could marry kim deal. the boy i'd been talking got close and slipped me a hand-rolled cigarette and we shared it while we sang along with giddy smiles on our faces. it was quite possibly the best show i've ever been to...i think they probably played every song from doolittle and songs from Surfer Rosa and Bossanova. I was in heaven. when it was all done, i was covered in a slick of sweat with no voice and ringing ears, but i was happy. i said goodbye to my new friend and headed for the car. i got virtually no sleep last night, though. it's been so humid here and the air along the river is thick and hazy. i put the air conditioner in the bedroom window and i know i'll sleep well tonight. verbil's bed is resting on the floor next to mine. she finally ate something today after a stint of a hunger strike. i think it's been too hot for her to eat much, either. i went to cooper's rock, wv with pewse last weekend and i think the rhododendron are going to be peaking soon down that way. i think i'm going to pack verbil up in the back of the wagon and head south again if the thunderstorms break up all of this humidity. it was cool in the woods anyway and the rock city trail was gorgeous. toby comes home from school in a few weeks...it's been a busy couple of weeks since we went to boston and i'm just now catching up on sleep. i'm not too introspective tonight, i guess. i'm glad that i met a boy at a concert and shared a cigarette with him and shared the pulsing Pixies tunes with someone. it was a perfect date with myself. xo, cats. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .what came before. - .what happened next. a diamond at the bottom of the drain - 20 october 2017 |
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