When there are certain things you hate, like Sousa marches and hot weather, it is amazingly refreshing to have a moment where their first cousins combine to create what can only be described as perfection. After an intense orchestra rehearsal that began with me going through the motions and ended with me ready and willing to play beyond our 930pm stop time, I headed outside to head home.
Dvorak's New World Symphony was still occupying my brain as I checked my phone for new texts and saw the first droplet of rain plop down on my phone. I may loathe summertime because of the intense heat, but oh how I love its nights when it's both warm and cool at the same time. Tonight there was a breeze and I wished to be sitting on a porch at the beach. Then the rain started plopping down with a higher frequency and, despite my hair getting wet, I slowed down to enjoy it. There's something so great about cool rain when it's warm.
Then I got to my car, only to be welcomed by the song I had been listening to just two and a half hours earlier: Radiohead's "Motion Picture Soundtrack".....I think you're crazy...
Talk about perfection.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Need Some Air
I'm on a wire to see your star shine
By 1 am last night I thought to myself, "Do they have anything else to play?" Black Rebel Motorcycle Club played a kick-ass* show last night at the 930 Club. They played for at least two hours and even though I was exhausted and hurting by the end of it, it was well worth it. I think BRMC is the type of band where you need to be familiar with them before you see them live. I think Ali was bored out of her mind and also a little scared of the "geriatric farm" as she called it. I, personally, was grateful the crowd was not like the one that had been at The Faint earlier in the week. Even though it was a tight fit up front and hot as balls, I didn't have little drug-influenced teens dancing all up on my junx.
I got some good pics, too, but those will have to go up later as the ol' dial up is not the way to go for uploading. Here is my thought of the day, though: How do bands play in sweatshirts and jackets? And how can they stand to have their hair all over their faces? Riddle me that.
XO,
SVR
*I thought so, at least.
By 1 am last night I thought to myself, "Do they have anything else to play?" Black Rebel Motorcycle Club played a kick-ass* show last night at the 930 Club. They played for at least two hours and even though I was exhausted and hurting by the end of it, it was well worth it. I think BRMC is the type of band where you need to be familiar with them before you see them live. I think Ali was bored out of her mind and also a little scared of the "geriatric farm" as she called it. I, personally, was grateful the crowd was not like the one that had been at The Faint earlier in the week. Even though it was a tight fit up front and hot as balls, I didn't have little drug-influenced teens dancing all up on my junx.
I got some good pics, too, but those will have to go up later as the ol' dial up is not the way to go for uploading. Here is my thought of the day, though: How do bands play in sweatshirts and jackets? And how can they stand to have their hair all over their faces? Riddle me that.
XO,
SVR
*I thought so, at least.
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