A & I went to see the Decemberists last night at Webster Hall. Why? Well because Sons and Daughters were opening and some other people wanted to go. I realized about midway into the show that the few songs i have by the Decemberists must be their best ones and that was not a good sign. Arthur summed up what this band is with a 3 letter acronymn, NPR.
I am not into this band the Decemberists - - at all. The crowd there, mostly white college students (like always I guess) felt differently. They loved the audience participation parts and the klezmar jigging and the whale puppet. I found it boring and safe and irritating. It lacks any kind of edge, of any sort. it does not transport me. So i tried to keep quiet after the show. i am sorry i am a hater sometimes, especially with the right amount of liquor in the system, not too much not too little. i have to remember that i need to avoid shows i am iffy about attending because you start to feel like an asshole or alien when everyone there is just super digging it and you are standing there thinking about your bedsheets and petting your cat at home. John Wesley Harding came on stage to sing a duet and that was when i had really had enough.
so, we returned to the crib to find one of our three flower boxes completely empty now. ohh kay. ?? i assume it is fuckhead kids.
Today i am trying to think positive thoughts. trying to resist the dark side, not listening to the rageful voices in my head. i am not sure how the day will pass.
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"smoothed out like a worrystone, safely eclectic and purely whitebread in it's witticisms"
perfect description arthur. thank you.
i wonder if the same people that emptied your flower box came over to park slope last night. after watching the yankee game with fitzy i was walking home and got attacked from behind. i walked passed these three guys and the next thing i know i'm on my knees and all i hear is white noise. there was dirt on me, so i think they bashed me over the head with a flower pot. no robbing or further hitting - they actually ran away. very large bump on the head. i'm listening to the new broken social scene album (very good!), and the inside cover says "we hate your hate". i think they are talking to me because i am full of hate today. i just want to hit those guys over the head with something really heavy.
EP!!!! What the fuck?? Were you walking home from your subway stop or from Fitz's house? You are ok then? that is crazy, crazy, crazy. horrible. i am so sorry to hear!
we need no more flower pot/box related crimes. no more.
i was walking through park slope - we were at a bar on 5th ave! whatever man, i'm moving to bushwick where it's safe.
HORRID. Well Bushwick may be "safe" (as long as you are not a flower box) but it sure is pug fugly ugly lately. last night i had the yells on the street. asking the thin air who the hell is dumping this crap all over the park, staring down the hood kids, smart moves like that. chasing rats down in drunken mania.
i think i yelled to arthur - get it! get it! kill it! but i may have dreamed this... recollection foggy.
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