Month: September 2005 (Page 1 of 2)

Brendan and Dean
Originally uploaded by Lauree.

had a blast seeing Brendan Benson tonight at the black cat….I thought Brendan and the boys brought the rock and were solid throughout. guitar riffs like crack, and make you want more and more more and more. seriously, I can’t really complain at all. the new album does take a little time to grow, but once you’re there and you get a live show in, the train picks up momentum and you can do nothing but enjoy the ride.

I got to talk with Dean for a bit afterwards which was great. He’s also in The Waxwings who have always been top on my list and part of what I like to call, my “immediate rock n roll family.” It was wonderful to catch up with him and talk about what’s been going on and what lies ahead, etc.

without music, I’d be dead.

I got a great fix tonight and being able to actually talk to people helps in the process of keeping me afloat. Tom and Sherman were there to enjoy the music too and it is indeed nice to have familiar faces both on the stage and in the audience enjoying the show with you.

wilson blvd
Originally uploaded by Lauree.

I took this photo on the way to turn the corner on danville street to get my car from work.

I headed out to a pub I’ve never been to, for a presentation/discussion
on the ongoing Irish peace process. I’m always a bit hesitant to head
out on my own, but I figured it wouldn’t kill me to take an adventure.
at any rate, I arrive just in time, order up a pint and watch the
film and listen to the speaker. I consider ordering some dinner, but
sort of forget. afterward, I meet some new people and in that process
start talking about atlantic city, my old stompin’ grounds and a wee
mere mention of darts.

next thing I know, I’m joined up as an
alternate for the home darts team, amongst 6 boys, without having
thrown a dart in about 2 years. all because I was overheard talking about
darts! despite being concerned about suckin’ big time, I manage to
hold my own on both games of 301 I still lost but hey? I also keep us relatively alive by hitting a few bulls in 2 games of cricket (which we still lost), and
then help us win the final game of 501.

bonus: I managed to make the last train home. trouble is, this pub,
Flanagan’s is closing next sunday and it’s a haul in Bethesda. no matter, they’ve opened a new one around the corner. I’ve been invited to the closing party, and to next wednesday’s darts.

talk about a strange night. It would’ve been nice to see the Lemonheads, but I had a sweet time at the pub.

DSC_1328.jpg
Originally uploaded by rev_bri.

Brian took this picture of me directing/TD-ing (aka technical directing) in our van for the Operation Ceasefire concert on the Mall 9/24. It was about 1:30am or so, all of us were fried, especially those who had been there since before dawn, and almost a 24 hour session. I only put in about 12 hours at the Mall and another 7 before that in the “luxury” of my office at the studio (someone had to be there!!)

At any rate, I wasn’t too keen on my capabilities directing or TD’ing even with a fresh start, and in the wee hours I was considerably less confident in my skills, but upon looking at the footage of Le Tigre in the aftermath, it didn’t look TOO bad.

wish I could say the same about me! If I ever get myself to sleep tonight, the first thing I’m going to do in the morning is go to the gym. wow I look like shit and feel it too. that’s what happens when you eat fast food and candy….a lot

stress sucks.

lately, I’ve been seriously thinking about the ebb and flow of people in life. Why do we associate ourselves with some and not with others? Some people are more involved in the every day life, simply by birth. We are connected by familial ties and that significance can’t be denied. I am fortunate that despite some faults, my family is pretty much close to one another as we can be. I am thankful for that, but I can’t help but wonder as to the curious aspect of how people connect to one another and at some points in time seem so close and at others they seem so far away.

It’s in those far away moments where I simply feel as though I’m a ghost, lurking in the background unnoticed. Yet it’s always an extreme thing for me. I’m either consistently in the middle of it all, always “being around” or I’m consistently out of the picture. Oddly enough, I feel the same either way, and it takes less effort to be out of the picture.

the balancing act is tiresome….

neither are car accidents, but I think I’m finally going to get some treatment that is needed. I’m tired of taking pain meds (although they do make sleeping a bit easier sometimes) and tired of being in pain.

I head to the Physiatrist on about 10 days….should be interesting to see what he decides. My new primary care Doc thinks I may have torn muscles in my chest where the seatbelt held me back at impact. He also said that therapy might involve injections. oh fun. at least I like the new primary care doctor’s office and his calm demeanor.

(haven’t felt much like posting lately, but will try to more often)