Saturday nights are good for me. I usually try to make it out to May's for some pickin' time. This past week, I took someone with me. I figured it would be rude for me to play and leave my friend sitting there alone, so I sat out in the crowd and just enjoyed the music. It occurred to me, that I feel weird just watching music happen. I have always been on the other side. While I have never played a show by myself with my own music, I have played in bands and what not since I was about 12 years old. I guess I don't feel weird, so much as I felt displaced. This was until I realized that I was in really good company and that I really enjoyed just kickin' back and listening. I think that too often I try to gain a feeling of control in some situations and suppose I also feel like I have to be a part of something that is in control. I am trying to learn how to sit back and enjoy. Saturday night was absolutely 100% better than I thought it would be.
Friday night was also amazing. Some of my friends came over and we went swimming at camp. Actually, they both work at camp, and one of them lives there. The other was actually working this weekend. So basically....I have no friends. I rode the waterslide naked...again. Good fun.
I hate Campus Crusade for Christ of NC State University. They have some wicked nice hotties, but they're dumb as hell. I swear if one more person tries to save my soul, I am going to castrate them.
I am listening to Face To Face. I miss the days before punk died. Being 11 years old, riding without a seat belt, learning to swear and practicing it on drive thrus, fighting, and winning.
Bring back the bassline.
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