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Current Mood: exhausted
I tell you, it’s never been more apparent to me than when I looked at my desk at work today. In my younger years, I would almost never get sick. I almost never took any kind of medicine. I had no aches and pains. I was full of energy. Over the last year or so, I’ve watched my “medicine cabinet” in the corner of my work desk grow steadily… first tissues… hand lotion… Purell. Then Ricola… Advil… fucking Tums! Today I added table salt. That’s not even the whole list. When I was a teenager, I used to wonder what it would be like to be in my 30’s and have my body start to deteriorate. How would it happen? Do you just wake up one day to find that you not as quick as you used to be? I couldn’t imagine it. Well I’m finding out the answer… it creeps up on you. Day by day, you find you don’t bounce back as fast. Your joints start to crackle and pop. Sleep is the most appealing thing to you after a long day’s work. Soon, you’re carrying Tums around in your pocket. Holy hell.
To help combat this, I’ve gotten into a semi-regular regimen of running/walking around the lake. It’s been nice to zone out for an hour or so, get some fresh air, and let the day’s stresses attenuate for a bit. Reset myself, if you will. It’s all very Zen. And probably healthy too, right?
This blessedly short work week was preceeded by a very busy weekend. Louder Than Bombs was fun on Moz’s birthday last week. Orlie and I fought our way through a couple of acoustic numbers along side some other interesting interpretations of Smiths/Moz songs by local artists. (That night my car was dinged while parked. After “escaping” the Mission a few years ago — partially to save my car from the dangers of being parked on the street — I find it ironic that the first night I’ve had a reason to park in the Mission in I don’t even know how long… BAM! Oh well. That’s what insurance is for…) I had lunch with Kaminski and her husband, who as you may recall, moved to Oregon a few years back. At the time, I thought we’d all still see a lot of each other. As it turned out, this was the first time I’d seen her since she moved! I also had a great BBQ with some close friends, drank myself almost sick, ended up at Nightbeat again (the Duchess Colin was in town!), had brunch with Shel in the Haight, saw Indiana Jones (the kid’s a greaser!), and probably some other stuff I’m forgetting. But yeah, busy busy.
Certainly the most bizarre event of the weekend was seeing Cluster at The Great American Music Hall. Jamie’s bro helped book it, so we had the hook up, as they say. I guess these guys are a big deal to the history of electronic music. And I’m sure at one time, their ambient soundscape Casio-noodling was very provocative. In the here and now, however, it was a single hour-long “song” that was hard to get into. Which is to say it was not really my thing. The opening acts were of a similar style, but it was all interesting to see, and I’m very glad I went. Big thanks to Jamie and her brother for having me along!
All this experimental music reminds me to include this (Laurie Anderson’s “O Superman,” which was brought to my attention by Nick… erm, extremely weird):
There are a lot of good shows coming up… that I actually already have tickets for no less! R.E.M. and Modest Mouse this weekend, The Black Angels next weekend, Billy Idol in the near future, and The Legendary Shack Shakers in the not-too-distant future. What I want to see though is a Deadbolt show. Hope they play NorCal again before too long… else I might have to make a special SoCal trip for them. Oh, and if you like the Smiths, you might consider this Friday’s TCB show in Santa Cruz:
And finally, when did New York become the cool place to go all of the sudden? Two different coworkers just got back from separate NYC vacations, Monica also just got back from one, and Jamie just left for one. I gotta be honest, it’s never really interested me that much. Maybe your stories and slideshows will sway me. Any good lakes to jog ’round?
“Now you on the run, son.”