wednesday whoo!
instead of doing laundry
and going to the library
i ate a fried banana
at chilli cha cha
and went and to see
a show at the hemlock.
i am no music connoisseur,
but i love going to shows.
i blame my clueless
attraction to live music
on my first love who dragged
me to every decent all-ages show on the eastside,
and sometimes, if i could get a curfew waiver, in downtown seattle.
i'm not picky, but i'm especially a sucker for
any band with a hot drummer and some fiddle playin'.
sometimes, i like to raise a ruckus, drink champagne,
and swing from chandeliers. i'm not flattering myself
when i say i know i am personally responsible
for this phrase in skeletonbreath's bio:
The crowds were rowdier, noisier. We liked it.
despite the fact that the degenerate art ensemble
is designed to induce an instantaneous psychotic break
and did happen to include some violin, i was bored.
it isn't their fault. on nights like this, when i try to prove
to myself that i'm super-spontaneous
and go out right after work,
i find that the combination of a sensible sweater,
an invisible yet potent layer of cheez-its and drool,
and an unwieldy backpack full of unreturned library books,
all conspire to remind me
that i'm the least rock and roll chick
i've ever met.
posted by self_invasion | 10:00 PM
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