ROCK & RASPBERRIES
Oh my god. There is so much I want to say, but I'm so very tired. This will not be my normal blog. It's random and has no rhyme or reason to it. It's more the old school Heather Chronicles where I touch upon a few topics, but with less storytelling. It's been a crazy, busy month between my dad visiting, a punk rock transcription project...fuck! I just realized I've been sitting here with my foot on the transcription pedal. Anyways, a busy month between visits, projects, and an amazing trip to Boston.
THAT SHOW
So I've been working on a transcription project for my friend that I'm all Secret Squirrel about. I'll just say it has something to do with music, which is a lifeline for me. Throughout transcribing this project, I've recalled a lot of my past, a lot of my present, and contemplated my future. It's touched me in a way I've been quite surprised about. Throughout all the interviews I've transcribed, the same question was asked, "How does it feel to see a band you really, really love?" I heard all sorts of answers. Some were awesome, some matter of fact, and some seemed as if to avoid the question entirely. So as I was typing out this project for my friend, I of course started thinking how I would answer this question, and after over a week to stew upon it, came up with this....
To see a band that I really love feels like the first time someone you love, tells you that they love you. The music and the lights at the show dizzy you, just like the spark of those words. In that moment that you hear those words, "I love you", your heart jumps and there's that rush of utter happiness. You feel connected to something greater than what you previously knew and know they will stand by your side. They are going to be there when you are happy. They are going to be there when you're sobbing on the floor. Their music won't leave you even when they are long gone. Just like those words, "I love you" might not always be there, that feeling of that first moment will. And in that moment you feel you can conquer the world.
And it's true. So readers, tell ME (which I will likely pass on to my friend) what it feels like when you go see a band you really, really love? Comments please!
BOSTON
Oh man. Boston. It was my first trip there ever, and all I can say is that I fell madly in love with the city and left with a full heart, amazing new friends, and strengthened previous relationships with old friends. It's purely indescribable. It's been a long time since I felt that way from one of my trips. And you know me…every vacation is a potential new living situation. And now I'm seriously looking into moving there. I'm talking apartment searches, schooling, jobs, etc. The city and its outskirts have a vibe that I've always imagined, yet never really experienced. There are certain things that remind me of home, but in a very different manner. And to be honest, a very refreshing manner. And I saw the ocean! Holy shit, I saw the ocean!!! I ate pineapple and yogurt and watched the waves. It was the most beautiful of feelings.
Some of you know the details of my trip there, but it's something I don't want to really write about for some odd reason. Lisa and I did the Freedom Trail one day and went to the New England Holocaust Memorial, which left us both crying. I will never forget a brief recollection inscribed in one of the glass towers recalling the story of a young girl who one day found a raspberry and was so excited! She put it in her pocket waiting to share with her friend her newfound treasure. She spoke of a world where the simplicity of that raspberry was such a huge thing. Now, I all of a sudden realize how ridiculous I sound comparing this trip to what I read, but I'm trying to relate to the sense of the simpleness of something meaning such a huge thing. This trip, while as overdramatic and tacky as I may sound, was like that to me. It was a simple vacation, but I have not felt that alive in a while. I don't know if was the vibrance of the city and its pockets of beautiful outskirts, the culture, the history, the people...what it was. All I know is that I anticipated each new day there and left full. I could blab it all, but instead I feel the need to pack it up and put it in my pocket and savor it all for myself. Num-num-num-num-num.
Though I have to say this...Bostonians! Lay off the beans! The train? The bus? Those are not places to fart, my friends! I am the passer of gas, and even I will pucker up for public transpiration!
And if any of you are feeling frisky and in need of a change, come join "Project Retahded." It's my recruiting efforts for friends to come to Boston. I might already have one entire family and one friend on board!
THAT SHOW
So I've been working on a transcription project for my friend that I'm all Secret Squirrel about. I'll just say it has something to do with music, which is a lifeline for me. Throughout transcribing this project, I've recalled a lot of my past, a lot of my present, and contemplated my future. It's touched me in a way I've been quite surprised about. Throughout all the interviews I've transcribed, the same question was asked, "How does it feel to see a band you really, really love?" I heard all sorts of answers. Some were awesome, some matter of fact, and some seemed as if to avoid the question entirely. So as I was typing out this project for my friend, I of course started thinking how I would answer this question, and after over a week to stew upon it, came up with this....
To see a band that I really love feels like the first time someone you love, tells you that they love you. The music and the lights at the show dizzy you, just like the spark of those words. In that moment that you hear those words, "I love you", your heart jumps and there's that rush of utter happiness. You feel connected to something greater than what you previously knew and know they will stand by your side. They are going to be there when you are happy. They are going to be there when you're sobbing on the floor. Their music won't leave you even when they are long gone. Just like those words, "I love you" might not always be there, that feeling of that first moment will. And in that moment you feel you can conquer the world.
And it's true. So readers, tell ME (which I will likely pass on to my friend) what it feels like when you go see a band you really, really love? Comments please!
BOSTON
Oh man. Boston. It was my first trip there ever, and all I can say is that I fell madly in love with the city and left with a full heart, amazing new friends, and strengthened previous relationships with old friends. It's purely indescribable. It's been a long time since I felt that way from one of my trips. And you know me…every vacation is a potential new living situation. And now I'm seriously looking into moving there. I'm talking apartment searches, schooling, jobs, etc. The city and its outskirts have a vibe that I've always imagined, yet never really experienced. There are certain things that remind me of home, but in a very different manner. And to be honest, a very refreshing manner. And I saw the ocean! Holy shit, I saw the ocean!!! I ate pineapple and yogurt and watched the waves. It was the most beautiful of feelings.
Some of you know the details of my trip there, but it's something I don't want to really write about for some odd reason. Lisa and I did the Freedom Trail one day and went to the New England Holocaust Memorial, which left us both crying. I will never forget a brief recollection inscribed in one of the glass towers recalling the story of a young girl who one day found a raspberry and was so excited! She put it in her pocket waiting to share with her friend her newfound treasure. She spoke of a world where the simplicity of that raspberry was such a huge thing. Now, I all of a sudden realize how ridiculous I sound comparing this trip to what I read, but I'm trying to relate to the sense of the simpleness of something meaning such a huge thing. This trip, while as overdramatic and tacky as I may sound, was like that to me. It was a simple vacation, but I have not felt that alive in a while. I don't know if was the vibrance of the city and its pockets of beautiful outskirts, the culture, the history, the people...what it was. All I know is that I anticipated each new day there and left full. I could blab it all, but instead I feel the need to pack it up and put it in my pocket and savor it all for myself. Num-num-num-num-num.
Though I have to say this...Bostonians! Lay off the beans! The train? The bus? Those are not places to fart, my friends! I am the passer of gas, and even I will pucker up for public transpiration!
And if any of you are feeling frisky and in need of a change, come join "Project Retahded." It's my recruiting efforts for friends to come to Boston. I might already have one entire family and one friend on board!
