Don’t stop wasting people’s time.
Speaking of Ima Robot…
I have been pondering this question for much too long now, anonymous question asker. The short answer is that I have no idea. Either I have gone to too many shows, or too few. Enh. Probably too few. But here are some of the things I have been thinking about when I look back on the shows I’ve seen.
Ani DiFranco 1995(?) at the Mayan Theater—-I was fifteen, and sad and angry, but I had no idea why. Even though I had never heard her music before, in one short show, Ani explained my teenage self to me. That one show got me through the end of high school and much of college.
REM 1993(?) at the Great Western Forum—-The venue was huge and awful. It was my first concert. We had seats relatively close to the stage but far off to the side. At one point, Michael Stipe looked over at our section. I jumped up and waved at him. And he waved back. I can still picture it. Also, “Half a World Away" was beautiful live.
Ima Robot 200(no idea) at the House of Blues, Los Angeles—-Alex Ebert is a hell of a front man. Tons of frenetic energy. I believe he has since sobered, is leading Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, and recently won a Golden Globe for composing the score to All is Lost.
Tori Amos 200(no idea) in Portland somewhere—-It was outdoors and raining and no one cared. She performed her cover of Joni Mitchell’s “A Case of You” and transitioned directly into “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” You could hear a pin drop in the arena.
Phoenix 2009 at the Wiltern Theater—-We danced, and danced, and danced. It was days after Michael Jackson died, and after Phoenix’s encore, the venue kept the lights low and started playing Michael Jackson dance hits, and everyone stayed and kept dancing. It was cathartic.
I’m sure once I post this, I’ll think of something else I remember fondly. I don’t think this list at all represents the music I love which is strange. I have this uncomfortable feeling that I’m forgetting a show that was great. But music has shifted into a strange place in my life over the last five years. I find music difficult these days.
I know it’s Earth Day and all, but that little planet on the top of my tumblr dash is spinning way too fast. It’s freaking me out.
The delivery guy was confused for a moment when I started whispering to him. He thought the baby was sleeping.
I normally don’t mind being alone. But when I’m sick, especially for more than a day or two, it can be really hard.
I’m on day four of the cold-to-end-all-colds. I still can’t really talk. I’m having trouble sleeping, so I’m tired. I’m hungry, but eating makes me feel a little nauseous so it’s hard to motivate to cook, make tea, and clean-up.
I just wish someone could come over and keep me company for a little while. Or really, talk at me, since I can’t do much more than whisper in response.
So many villains to choose from!
Roy Batty from Blade Runner—-I think he’s the most well-written, because his motivation is so human, which is exactly the point. He’s a villain you can almost sympathize with in the end.
And I will always be a fan of Alan Rickman as both Hans Gruber from Die Hard, and the Sheriff of Knottingham in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. He’s the perfect combination of hammy and intense. I think he’s marvelous.