I'm perched in my thinking chair, a rarity at this hour on Tuesday nights, as I await a 6:20am wake up call oh so soon. New comic day is upon us, and with the JSA special, Uncanny X-Men and Final Crisis tie-in on deck, its gonna be a doozy! But tonight is the night an ol' fav, Cruiserweight, graced the stage of TT's but three blocks from my house. If you are unfamiliar with this Austin, TX outfit, imagine the Charlie Chaplain of front-ladies...sans mustache but mega pantomime and oodles of stage persona. I can't help but laugh as her hand motions and facial expressions tell as much of the story as her lyrics do. Stella is backed by her two brothers, Ernie and Yogi, their friend Dave rounds out the band. They're a toe-tappin crew who remind me how the simplest of metaphors and peppiest of beats put together in a clean, unique and distinct style bring the best out of a November night. And I'm not the only one...the audience is sprinkled with the Cambridge vets out to enjoy a good set mid-week and under 21 fan-girls sporting the newest alt-rock uniform of colored tights, cowboy boots and funky tops inspired by Jenny Lewis, Zooey Deschanel and the like. Few things warm your heart like a good band on a cold night after a long day in retail. Its the little things that remind you why you've moved to Central Sq.
The night was capped with a dance contest to one of their old hits and a cover of Journey bringing beers in the air every dreamer to their knees...don't stop believing Cruiserweight, you're all right in my book. --d
http://www.myspace.com/cruiserweight
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Contemplation yielded by travel...who knew
As I write this (though posted later) I am traveling back from Seattle, approaching Denver for my connection to Boston. Brought there by a wedding, my girlfriend and I enjoyed all that Seattle had to offer. From Pikes Place to the Experience Music Project, we tramped cross the Northwestern city. The last, and only other time I was in Seattle, was to take a look at the University of Washington...a highly plausible option for undergrad. It was fun to come back, and we were able to spend some time across the Sound in Bremerton, where the wedding was held.
As we all know, there are certain things you only get to do at very specific ages. Crying in public: 0-5 yrs. Coloring outside the lines: 3-8 yrs. Going on a date...and getting a ride from your parents: 13-16 yrs. Going to an obscene amount of weddings in a short amount of time: 23-25 yrs. After my years of tears, coloring on the walls, and embarrassing rides to the movie theater, I have entered into one very interesting point of my life. This particular ceremony was held for my girlfriend's good friend from college, but has caused me to obsessively contemplate the futures of me and my good friends. There's the first best-friend journalist who's slotted to tie the knot next summer, where yours truly will be presiding over the duties of best man. And the best-friend (#2) front-man who's poised to rock and roll till his heart's content, while enjoying one of those sickly healthy relationships. Watching someone change their life in such an anticipated moment does a lot for the well being of one's psyche.
In this case, this wedding has caused me to solidify my post-grad decisions once again. While in college, I always had an idea of where I was going to be in the next couple of months. From September of 2004, I knew exactly where I was going to be come May of 2008, allowing me to take chances within the comfort of structure. Since then, this post-grad freedom has repeatedly caused me to qualify my actions with justification, as I have no commitments besides the ones I chose. Granted this was true in college, but I made a four year commitment four years ago, and now its time to decide if another four your commitment is in order, or are a series of <1yr commitments to suffice? I am weary to take comfort in committing for the sake of committing, though giddy at the prospect of stability as it yielded so positively the first time around.
What I've pulled from this weekend more than anything, is to take comfort in the process of discovering what it is I want to commit to, find solace in the temporary, and accept when it comes permanent. And to enjoy coloring on the walls, cause one day, you just won't be able to do it anymore. Cheers --d
(And check out GIRL TALK...its dance music you'll dance to by yourself : )
As we all know, there are certain things you only get to do at very specific ages. Crying in public: 0-5 yrs. Coloring outside the lines: 3-8 yrs. Going on a date...and getting a ride from your parents: 13-16 yrs. Going to an obscene amount of weddings in a short amount of time: 23-25 yrs. After my years of tears, coloring on the walls, and embarrassing rides to the movie theater, I have entered into one very interesting point of my life. This particular ceremony was held for my girlfriend's good friend from college, but has caused me to obsessively contemplate the futures of me and my good friends. There's the first best-friend journalist who's slotted to tie the knot next summer, where yours truly will be presiding over the duties of best man. And the best-friend (#2) front-man who's poised to rock and roll till his heart's content, while enjoying one of those sickly healthy relationships. Watching someone change their life in such an anticipated moment does a lot for the well being of one's psyche.
In this case, this wedding has caused me to solidify my post-grad decisions once again. While in college, I always had an idea of where I was going to be in the next couple of months. From September of 2004, I knew exactly where I was going to be come May of 2008, allowing me to take chances within the comfort of structure. Since then, this post-grad freedom has repeatedly caused me to qualify my actions with justification, as I have no commitments besides the ones I chose. Granted this was true in college, but I made a four year commitment four years ago, and now its time to decide if another four your commitment is in order, or are a series of <1yr commitments to suffice? I am weary to take comfort in committing for the sake of committing, though giddy at the prospect of stability as it yielded so positively the first time around.
What I've pulled from this weekend more than anything, is to take comfort in the process of discovering what it is I want to commit to, find solace in the temporary, and accept when it comes permanent. And to enjoy coloring on the walls, cause one day, you just won't be able to do it anymore. Cheers --d
(And check out GIRL TALK...its dance music you'll dance to by yourself : )
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