Archive for February, 2013

Mixtape 2.1 – I’m Better Off Alone

I try not to buy into Valentine’s Day too much. As someone who has been perennially single for most of my years, it doesn’t exactly hold a lot for me. Not that I hate it, either. It just seems that if you enjoy a nice restaurant, you are better served to go on pretty much any other day of the year. And I’m sure that’s true of many things. Just as you are better fiscally served to have a wedding in the winter than any other time of year, yet many people still choose not to do that. There is something to be said of traditions, and there is something to be said for submitting to them every so often. So while I do not find myself overly frustrated by Valentine’s Day, the ethos behind it is still a constant frustration in life. I am always the extra solo person. Not that this is meant to devolve into a screed against being single and some of the complications therein (since I’ve detailed them a time or two before). This is just to say that it’s there, and I feel it, and while much of it is certainly due to my choices, much of it is also just the happenstance that makes up life. Not that I really feel all that bad about it. I don’t. A lot of that is on me,

All of which brings me to this month’s mix. Actually, we were given a choice this month. Either a make-out mix or a spurned and lonely mix. And really, even if I were in a relationship right now, I’d probably still make the spurned and lonely mix. Because when you get down to what makes some of the best music, it’s that feeling. So much of music is about that unsatisfied feeling. So much of our criticism is about when artists lose that fire, and isn’t being happy in a relationship one of the most common causes? Personally, I think that’s a bit facile as a criticism, but why actually criticize music (topic for another time) when you can just tie it up neatly? Still, it’s hard to deny that songs about heartbreak and longing are plentiful. Which got me thinking about how I want to present this one

My initial grab for this one was almost 70 songs long, and those were just the ones I was really feeling at the time. So I whittled, and whittled, and finally ended up with what I was looking for. What was I looking for? I’m not really sure, but I knew as soon as I was looking at that long list that patterns were emerging. 8 of the songs, probably not by accident, are from British bands, and that’s definitely a theme that emerged. Putting “the” in front of your band name is a good way to end up on this one too…I also spent a lot of time thinking about the songs lyrically. I know we all end up having different feelings on how songs make us feel, and that’s even true of lyrics (anything is open to interpretation), but I was really looking for a solid list of songs that at least a basic reading would interpret as fitting into this theme. Which means I cut some good stuff that I go to when I’m feeling a bit down about being single. But I wanted someone to be able to step into it, listen, and get that impression too. Whether it’s about a relationship that shouldn’t be or one that’s over and still not quite forgotten, I wanted that feeling. And what I got was 90 minutes of music about being alone and fucked off about it. Or being in a relationship and feeling the same.

If you’re feeling particularly enterprising, we can take this one a step further. I haven’t purchased any 90 minute cassettes yet, but this one is tracked out to fit on two sides of a tape. If you really want it that way, well, send me a blank tape and I’ll make some magic happen. I really want it that way. I might have to track down some blank cassettes sooner than later. There are aspects of the modern age that can feel so amorphous, like dumping songs into an endless playlist. There’s something comforting about the challenge of making this fit. There are some perennial favorites of mine on this list, which does perhaps say more about me than I think. I promise next time I’ll try to include some different stuff, but this, this is a theme about what I go to, and so, this is what you get. It is all built around The Past Is A Groteseque Animal as that was the exact first song that came to mind for it. Song, band, and my source material, as per usual.

A Side

Needy by The Good Life (from Album Of The Year)
Gyroscope by The Dismemberment Plan (from The Emergency & I)
Ever Fallen In Love? by The Buzzcocks (from Singles Going Steady)
Can’t You Tell It’s True by Another Sunny Day (from London Weekend)
Look At You Now (You’re Crying) by The Comet Gain (from Broken Record Prayer)
Since K Got Over Me by The Clientele (from Strange Geometry)
On Your Own by The Verve (from A Northern Soul)
You Are The Worst Thing In The World by Telefon Tel Aviv (from Immolate Yourself)
The Past Is A Grotesque Animal by Of Montreal (from Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destoyer?)
Dagger by Slowdive (from Souvlaki)

B Side

For Ex-Lovers Only by Black Tambourine (from their self-titled reissue)
Saltwater by Beach House (from their self-titled debut)
Velvet by The Big Pink (from the Velvet 7″)
Clarity by Jimmy Eat World (from Clarity)
Several Arrows Later by Matt Pond PA (from Several Arrows Later)
Don’t Haunt This Place by The Rural Alberta Advantage (from Hometowns)
4-Track Love Song by The Rosebuds (from Birds Make Good Neighbors
Letting Go by The Field Mice (from Snowball)
Disintegration by The Cure (from Disintegration)
Epilogue by The Antlers (from Hospice)

More Like A Porcupine Than A Peacock

Somewhere between putting in my 40, venturing for a run outside (and seeing people grilling out at Mounds View park while I did…gotta love February in Minnesota), catching Nashville Pussy, The Ruby Suns w/ Painted Palms, and Julian Lynch (it’s been an eclectic week), and staring longingly at my bike thinking this may be the week to get back on it, I told a high school friend that I would take a look at critiquing an entry that’s part of a noble project of his where’s trying to write a thousand words a day. As someone who knows a thing or two about self-imposed and slightly demanding projects (start here or here and go forward if you don’t believe me) (also, side note, I’ve written a lot of words over the years. Many of them are laughable now), I totally respect the goal. When you lay out goals like that, it really makes you focus on the mechanics of writing. As someone who likes to have some idea of what I’m going to say when I sit down with a keyboard or start plucking at the tiny keys on my phone, it’s important to remember that it’s like anything. You’ve gotta get your reps in.

Somewhere, I sort of lost sight of that goal. The idea isn’t that I want to be anything more other than I enjoy doing it, and I do happen to be good at it. And even if I don’t write for a living, I do make my impact through writing. At work, I have to put together e-mails and write-ups that capture what kind of fraud I’ve been seeing. I’m making a case. And I make great cases through writing. It’s how I tie things together. In person, honestly, I can get a bit long-winded (I know…this is impossible to believe). In writing, I tend to be more concise (though it may not feel like it to you). I do a better job of not repeating myself at least. The point being, I am an effective writer, and I utilize the fact that I am at my job even though it has nothing to do with writing on the surface. There are a lot of ways you can be effective at a job like mine. Sometimes, it’s being efficient with your resources and getting the right people the right things to work on. That’s not my best skill, but I’m decent enough at it. But give me a lot of disparate data that you want someone to distill into something meaningful (if it’s hiding there) and I can do that for you. And I can also take all of that information and create a nice, cogent written statement outlining what the issues are. While I’d like to feel there’s also a degree where I’m good at what I do, I also try to make my job a way to highlight what I well; writing is one of those things, and that’s why I even like to work on it informally in my spare time.

This isn’t to say I’m going to sit down and start writing again every day. I’m glad I’m writing again, but not that motivated to be completely honest. As I stated, I’ve got plenty of other things asking for my time. But I do like doing what I do well. It’s why I like playing Dr. Mario (though you might not enjoy the experience against me as much if you are a competitive person), even if I never do it much anymore. It’s why I generally enjoy playing board games (I’ve got a decent mind for them). And it’s also why I would agree to take on something like taking a look at another person’s writing to try and bring out the best elements in it. I’m sure in another life I would enjoy being an editor, but that’s not where I’ve gone professionally at any point. But it’s a fun challenge, trying to bring out the best in someone else’s work while not gutting it. I have a tough time with that, as someone who goes through life with a general sense that if I want something done right, I should just do it. Or at least, I should just do it when I’m good at it. I make no mistake that I am a good cook. I am a functional cook, and so I rely on the skills of others there. I am a bit different with writing. Obviously, if it’s for someone else and it’s about something that I really have no true understanding of (like a personal story from their lives), it’s easier to get away from that feeling. I have gotten better at it over the years, though, with a few odds and ends crossing my inbox the past couple years that I was glad to lend my thoughts to.

Which is funny considering how resistant I can be to the suggestions of others when it comes to my writing. Then again, I never set out to be able to say I’m not a hypocrite. I can distinctly remember those creative writing classes in college, wondering what someone else was even trying to say with a poem while listening to what I thought amounted to ticky-tack criticism. Seriously, if you don’t know what the word means, look it up. Chances are, if I put it there, I meant it. Though I’ve learned that I can’t always do that professionally. Even if it’s beyond simple to verify the meaning of a word in an e-mail these days, it doesn’t meant that people do (I don’t use words that Outlook refuses to recognize that much). But that doesn’t mean I need to get all peacockish with my vocabulary either. We are all trying to be understood. Which is why I’ve learned to take criticisms of my writing a bit more seriously as I’ve gotten older. Though most of the time at work, it’s just someone telling me that I write well. I’m not so naive as to think that’s just because I read my e-mails before I send them (though, really, people, please start doing that, that’ll solve half your problems). I know there’s a degree of aptitude and practice there.

So I try to approach giving criticism in the same light. I am aware that I can make suggestions that will be completely ignored. Because I am just making suggestions. But it’s fun to turn the mechanics inside-out, to try and figure out what someone’s setting out to do, and then whether it has that effect. It makes me take the same look at my writing. I’m not going to say I love criticism by any means. I’ve never been someone who takes it all that well. But I understand its importance. So no, I haven’t sat down yet and done what I said I’d do for a friend. But the time is slotted. Really, it’s just as much for me as it is for him. And frankly, if any of you want to do the same for me, by all means, leave your comments. I am not going to promise not to be prickly. I’ve been looking for someone to challenge me for a bit in this regard, so feel free to step up. I really haven’t had someone I’ve talked writing with in 5 years. I kind of miss that. Perhaps that says more about some of the choices I’ve made in the last few years more than anything else. Perhaps it says it’s time to try and be serious about this again, well, not this blog specifically, but writing. Perhaps it’s time to brush off the pen, sit down with some half-filled notebooks, and finish the what I started in them. Perhaps. But if it’s not, it’s still a good time to help an old friend out. Now where did I put that red pen…

You Do You

People frequently tell me that I always seem to be out. As someone who spends a fair amount of time not at my place, I certainly have to concede that I am probably out more than a number of people. Though I am not out all the time. I’ve got to find time to do basic chores around my place, and at least watch a little hockey. And frankly, all those records I buy don’t just listen to themselves (though the nature of my record-buying is a story for another time). And yes, I am penning the beginning of this at The Bulldog. And continuing while I am at The Depot (not really helping the cause…). But I am not out all the time, am I?

At the heart of this perception, I feel there are two basic elements in play. First, for lack of a better term (unless this is what science actually calls it…) there is the Facebook effect. We all look at the feeds of our friends and see all the awesome happy things that are going on in their lives. New jobs, first steps, happy marriages and what have you. We see that, and we can start to feel a bit depressed (again, these studies seem to be a dime a dozen) that our lives aren’t going those directions. I am by no means immune to it. Even if I am happy with where my life is (and I am) and where I think it is heading (which is impossible to know but still always there), it’s hard not to get those pangs when I see pictures of my friends’ kids or I find out that someone I know is going to see something that I meant to get tickets to. But there’s a big difference between acknowledging that we all wonder when we are going to see the sailboat sometimes versus actually ending up being a pitiful (if important) character like Willem. And I think I do a pretty good job with that, and I hope you do too. I feel good for my friends when I see those things.

Of course, there’s also the realization that our online personas are just that: personas. We control the flow of information. I, for one, share a lot about specific aspects of my life online. Where I am at, for example, is pretty much fair game; what I do when I am off the clock is as well. But, as a rule, I only talk about work in a general fashion in the online world. Because, except in general terms, I shouldn’t. Just as much, I always remain aware that what I say online can be dug up by a current or potential employer. That permeates a lot of what I say and do in terms of my online persona. And with that knowledge, I am mindful of what I say (as most people should be). We all certainly have different tenors with different audiences. Think of the differences between your more discrete groups in your life: family, childhood friends, high school friends, co-workers, etc. Right, we are different people to all of those groups and the online world is no different. Conflated, definitely, but not different. Google and Facebook are trying to get us to delineate that with their circles and groups, but largely, we don’t do that anymore simple because it doesn’t happen as organically as it does in real life. On the Internet, there is no you had to be there, there is usually just there. As individuals, we are responsible for the flow of information (or the awareness of how that information may flow after we say something. But there is a large gap between what someone heard (or even thought they heard) you say and what is written, in a far more permanent fashion online. So of course we are all posting the things that we are proud of, happy with, or otherwise help positively define who we are. The thing is we don’t do nearly the same with the negatives. There may be passing mention to a tough time or a bad day, and sure, there’s venting, but we just don’t do it to the same level. So you are seeing this largely positive flow of information about the cool restaurants, shows, museums, etc. Much the same way I’m seeing that largely positive flow of you. All of which contributes to the second aspect.

I was reading a book review recently (I’ll dig up on a non-mobile) about a book where the main thrust is our lives are just as informed (if not more informed) by the things we miss and don’t do than by the things we do. I find that feeds off of the fact that we are now constantly bombarded with information about all these things we are doing and seeing. Right ,look at your Facebook feed right now and it’s full of photos of trips to foreign countries, a lot of peoples’ children, check-ins at all these cool things. So we are now even more aware of the things we’re missing. Add it all together and what are we seeing every day? Overly positive feeds full of all sorts of things we are missing.

So who am I then? Certainly not quite who you think anymore than you are who I think you are. We are all multifaceted individuals, and I definitely share some of those facets a variety of ways, but I definitely don’t share all of them all the time. Anymore than I guess anyone else would (or most likely should). But I do cultivate an image, on purpose. Even if I spent the majority of this weekend holed up in my place doing not much of anything, I still am also the person who’s probably going to the Triple Rock or the Entry on a Sunday just as much as I am staying in. And I will take some photos and share a check-in to prove it. And you do you. I like to hear and see all the wonderful things the people in my life are doing. I don’t expect to see most of you at the next show anymore than you should expect me to stop going. If you really wanted to be there, then figure out how. And otherwise, just enjoy and appreciate all the crazy experiences that everyone shares. I am your eyes and ears at a show. I’ll get you pictures of frozen waterfalls and random things in the Twin Cities. Chances are that isn’t going to change any time soon, though the location might. I will keep doing those things, and I will certainly work to maintain my image because I am going to keep doing those things. Just remember that I am just as likely to be at home on my couch watching whatever I happen to be enjoying (currently MI-5). Though right now at the time of publishing, I am at The Triple Rock, which isn’t exactly lending credence to the fact that I am not always out. And that someone just walked up and introduced me to someone as Jane who is at every show. But hey, perception can be more important and powerful than reality. Just remember that next time, okay?


When you’re trans, even when you are in a good situation (like I am), you tend to encounter a number of uncomfortable situations on a relatively regular basis. Sometimes they are beyond uncomfortable and they are downright dangerous. Again, I’ve been pretty fortunate to both come out of decent means and not find myself in any terribly dangerous and/or threatening situations just for being me. And I also realize that when I write, I tend to point out the various ways (both big and little) where being trans isn’t necessarily a disadvantage, but it isn’t exactly pleasant, either. That double take that people do sometimes (and not in a good way); the persistent presence of sir in my life; the strange absences that go along with being accepted, but permanently in between. But tonight, I think it’s worth talking about one of the areas where I’ve never felt that, strangely, is the women’s locker room at work.

I’ve frequently wondered why that is. A locker room is, after all, a fairly intimate place. And while it’s certainly not a lot of people just walking around naked, you have to at least have a certain degree of comfort with the people you see in there. And while there are also definitely people who are less comfortable with that who take advantage of the bathroom or shower stalls to fully change, for the most part, the women in the locker room mostly seem comfortable with everyone else who comes in there. I guess you just have to be or you have to get used to it in short order, because the locker room, if you are going to get any use out of it, is someplace you have to keep going back to.

When I bike, I tend to see the same women every day or every other day who are there for their morning work-outs. You get to know the people a little bit, have conversations about this and that. Most conversations with me tend to center around the weather since I’m the one out in it and biking since I’m doing it. It’s the little chit-chat that we all use all the time to just diffuse things. It’s weird to just sit in there and have it be completely quiet, but at the same time, usually it’s not exactly the place for weighty discussions. At the same time, I have gotten to know the others who are there around the same time at least a little, where they commute from and what they do for Wells and this and that about their lives, and I’d imagine they’ve learned a similar potpourri of facts about me. And while it’s awkward to talk about being trans in certain situations, it hasn’t come up at all, and I also just feel like it doesn’t matter. I have developed over the years a bit of an ability to sense when people have those sorts of questions sitting there, and I just don’t get that sense. It just feels like a total non-factor.

Of course, I also feel a lot more comfortable about being in the locker room now, too. Perhaps a portion of that is just how I feel being reflected back at me. I started using the locker room prior to surgery, after all, so I was obviously a lot more concerned at that time. Post-surgery, I felt a lot more comfortable in a lot of ways, but I think that one’s a little self-explanatory. I am by no means just sitting around the locker room naked or anything, but I also don’t feel a ton of reservations about how I move around in there or anything like that, and that’s good. So there’s an element to that as well. But I think it’s also like I said above, I just have never gotten the sense that it’s ever been an issue. Sometimes, being trans is being in a situation where you’re always waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s just always hanging there, and I shouldn’t necessarily have to say anything, but I do. I don’t know how else to explain it. I wish I did. But perhaps you know that from something in your life. But it’s not just me, I know that.

So why is it a non-factor, then? Why is it that a place that I might expect issues is in fact devoid of them? For me, I think it has a lot to do with the nature of the locker room. Anyone who’s actually spent any amount of time in a gym or a locker room knows that while there are certainly a few people who peacockishly strut around (I’m not saying they shouldn’t), most of the people in there are pretty normal folks who are just trying to take care of themselves. And while many people in shape, most everyone has something about their body that they look at and say, I’d like that to be a little different. Societal pressures being what they are, obviously a lot of women have those feelings, moreso than men it seems. And while I don’t feel those same pressures in the same fashion (not being raised a girl helps a lot with that, irrelevant of the other problems inherent therein), there are still things that I’ve wanted to change over the years (most obvious statement ever). And I think that’s at the root of it. Pretty much everyone who’s in that locker room is working on something. Maybe it’s just maintaining, or losing a little weight, etc. But I think that’s a really important factor. Everyone is really much more self-focused than externally focused. And for whatever reason, that creates an environment that is pretty much devoid of awkwardness even though it feels like it might have some. I could just be lucky to have that where I am. I suppose I’ll find out if I ever find myself utilizing a different locker room somewhere down the road. In the meantime, though, it’s nice to know that there’s a space where my biggest concern is whether there’s a shower readily available.

Who You Are

Sometimes you don’t need to be told when you are seeing something that you just aren’t going to see again. Most times you can tell. Sometimes the band is kind enough to tell you they’ve never played this one live before. But again, most times you can just tell. I didn’t exactly need Yo La Tengo to tell me that they’d never played this one live before, though I was a little surprised when it was “Wild Thing”…just a little because you’d think a band that has such a deep catalog would have a rock staple like that up their sleeve. Not that it was that surprising, though. With news of Reg Presley passing away and another Troggs song already in their oeuvre (well, it’s the Condo Fucks, but that’s them), really, no one in the room should have been surprised when they dusted off a 2 song Condo Fucks set as a part of their second encore. At least, given some degree of knowledge of Yo La Tengo, it shouldn’t be that surprising. At yet, it was still one of the biggest smile-inducing moments of the evening, watching a band that’s been playing live almost as long as I’ve been alive work their way somewhat sloppily through a classic.

There are shows I go to where I know I’m essentially going to see the same setlist I saw last time, with a few additions if there is a new album or EP to support. Sometimes I know that I’m going to see the same setlist twice in the same short period, catching a band in two cities, and yet each show is going to somehow feel totally different just because of the crowds and some of the banter that any crowd can generate. Handsome Furs was like that when I happened to catch them in both Minneapolis and LA. Though the encores were different, with Britt Daniel mystically appearing in LA and presaging what we now know to be The Divine Fits. Without a doubt, the Minneapolis show felt like a better show, but the LA show had much more of a moment (and a few less Replacements worship stories). I can’t tell you as much about the Minneapolis show in terms of a crazy detail. I can tell you the killed it with “Radio Kaliningrad” and many others, and they played almost all the same stuff a couple months later. Different rooms have different energy; anyone who’s seen shows in different towns enough knows that the same is true of cities (or even regions).

There are times, though, where I see a band back-to-back (or in short order) and it is the same show. Drawing very little from the room, usually it’s the kind of banter-free, head down, focus on the setlist show that some bands turn in. Every so often, it’s because it has the same banter (that’s expected sometimes, but still tedious). Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Plenty of bands are not trying to make their live performance something that you need to quit your job and follow. Some bands tour because that’s what you have to do, but they are really studio bands, and when they roll out, they have so many bells and whistles that it’s hard to tell if they are playing much of anything or not. I do not necessarily have a problem with that, but I find those the least exciting shows most of the time. Especially if you combine the lack of an organic experience in terms of what’s happening live with a lack of any sort of stage presence. I’ve been chewing on how I do or do not mind backing tracks, programmed work, and other non-live elements sometimes, and I think that’s the answer. Sometimes I don’t expect a band to have any sort of spontaneity and therefore I don’t have a big problem with it. When you think of a band with big pop-rock aspirations slumming it on the road to tiny crowds (say, Dreamers of the Ghetto), considering their general desire and aspiration to be U2-level, it’s not exactly shocking if you see a drummer with headphones on. Not that I can remember if he actually had them at this time, just that with a show like that, it’s not that weird. But if I ever saw a punk band, like Metz for example, put them on, I’d be a little thrown off.

Then, of course, there are the bands who are reputed for their crazy, varied lives shows. The Grateful Dead are a classic example, though for me specifically and my generation as a whole, bands like Phish and Pearl Jam have picked up that banner. These are the bands who drive people to collect live shows and ask questions like “Do you have that show from September 24th, 1996, when they played that killer version of…” They are the bands who have played legendary live sets time and time again. Who consistently reel off songs that you would not expect them to. Who constantly challenge your perceptions of what to expect. They certainly have their staples that fill out their live sets, but you just never know what they are going to pull out. They are the bands you drive up and down the East Coast with your best friend to see when you have no job or when you take that two-week vacation. They are the bands you are willing to see both nights when they are in town because you know each show is going to be a totally different animal, not just a couple songs subbed out here or there. Spoon can be like that. And after last night, I’d say Yo La Tengo can be like that too, judging from the way they seemed to approach the show last night. Not that they are a top 5 band for me or I’m deeply familiar with their catalog, but that was the impression that I got as they played and as I talked with friends who were far more excited and knowledge about whole enterprise of Yo La Tengo.

You never quite know what kind of band you are going to see. You never know if they had to drive straight through from Seattle or Vancouver just to play for you and are dead-tired or if they have to do that in reverse and are just looking to get out the door. It’s actually surprisingly common for the bands I see in the Entry. And I never know what kind of band I’m seeing until I’m standing in the club. Sometimes I see a band and I just know that if they come again, I’ll be there. Bear In Heaven is like that. If they are in town, I’ll be there. Of course, if they are up against some band I’ve never seen before that’s also in town, maybe I won’t go because I’ve seen ’em. Who knows what that band will be next? And you never know when you’ll get the chance to see a band again. I caught Hume in October. They played their last show last weekend. They never put out anything longer than an EP. And there were maybe 15 people there. I’m guessing that was probably true for the vast majority of their shows. I didn’t think it’d be my only chance to see them. Yet, it was. And I’m glad I went. Some bands, I’ll never have that chance. Not that it was the most amazing show. It was good, but no better or worse than the vast majority I have seen and will continue to see. I thought they had a lot of potential. And maybe in whatever new forms those band members reassemble in they’ll live up to that. It’s an old story that’s perhaps easier to be in on in the Internet age.

Me? I go for the experience. I go because I never know what I am going to see. Some bands I’ll see every time I reasonable get the chance. Sure, I’ve seen Clutch 10 times. Doesn’t mean they aren’t worth seeing again when they’re here in April. Some bands, I’ve seen and maybe I’ll catch ’em again if they have a new album. Or maybe I’ll catch them if I can get in for cheap and nothing else is going on that night. Sometimes, I’m surprised by that, like when I saw Fresh & Onlys again (that probably had just as much to do with making new musical friends as it had to do with the music). Some bands, I will probably never pay money to see them play again, because they committed some terrible affront. Perhaps they were just having a bad night; perhaps I was just having a bad night. Either way, the experience wasn’t that great (the current clubhouse leader for that honor is The Jesus & Mary Chain). Those will continue to happen just as I will continue to see a crowd glow just a little as a band rips into a cover under the right circumstances. Some nights it’s “Wild Thing”. Some nights it’s “Holland 1945”. Some nights it’s “Home At Last”. Some nights it’s their own songs that do the trick too. Every night certainly has its merits. And if the bands, aren’t that good, usually the company is. And if neither are that pleasing, why, I’m sure there’s another show in town where I might see some better music or some familiar faces. Some nights I don’t go out at all, because contrary to popular belief, I do things other than (at least until we have clothes that clean themselves and the such). It’s hard sometimes in the winter to convince myself to put the layers back on and get out there. But it’s just as hard during the summer to convince myself to leave a good time with non-music going friends on a patio drinking a beer or two. But it’s who I am. I am definitely not at ever show. I am, perhaps to you, at too many, or all of them, or whatever it seems. I am perhaps chasing my next “Wild Thing” or “Purple Rain” tease or whatever it may be in the Main Room or the Entry or the Turf or the Triple Rock. Or maybe I’m just seeing Parquet Courts. But I never know what it’s gonna be and I love that feeling. I may think I know, but I just never do, and I stand ready with ear plugs handy to find out exactly what it’ll be the next time.

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