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November 25, 2007
kristallnacht
M: AM 8mi (9:17), PM 4mi (8:27)
T: AM 10.25mi (8:28), PM 5mi (8:43)
W: 7mi (9:12)
R: AM 10.5mi incl 4mi tempo (6:45), PM 4.75mi (9:24)
F: 6mi (9:32)
Sa: 8mi (8:57)
Su: 23mi (8:15). Solo, and rather a late start on a warm day. Started slow, last 3mi @ 7:02 pace
total: 86.5 miles
In our town the young people are too timid to snatch the crown from the heads of their elders. That was supposed to be the title of this entry, but it's just too long. Last night my band played a local microbrew-garten at the behest of the king of all punkrock bands in this mighty metropolis, a band that's been around since the early 80s. Obviously we're not a punkrock band, but the leader of the king-punkrock band invited us to open, and who are we to refuse? Our set was not as together as our last practice, but was still fun, and not one but two fragile pilsner glasses suffered the wrath of our lead singer's highheel boots.
Although we finished at 12:30am - way past my bedtime - I stuck around to watch some of Pink Lincolns' set. I'd never gone to any of their shows because I was always a little afraid of them. And back in the early 90s my band shared a drummer with them, and the drummer never let us forget how cool it was to be in such a revered punkrock band, and we (dead friend and I) were just never going to be that cool. So I kind of hated them. But last night I stayed for a bit of Lincolns, and I liked them. During the second song, a small and tentative mosh pit tried to develop, then subsided into politeness. Meanwhile, closer to the front, someone held up a cellphone to take an instyphoto, and I wished I'd had the eye and the equipment to take my own instyphoto of that odd juxtaposition of oldschool and new tech. Still, that Chris Barrows is the real deal. I'm sure he's older than I am, but he still seems as furious at everything as he was years and years ago. When he does the punkrock frontguy thing holding the mic in both fists right in front of his mouth, you know he's not aping anyone - he's one of the guys who started doing it, and every screamo little boy these days is imitating him.
In a weird surprise, both my husband and I dreamed of our dead friend last night, for the first time in a while. My dream was more vivid (I remember more details, anyway), but in both dreams our friend was manic and unmanageable, the way he was so often in the last years of his life, the way he was when we berate ourselves for not "saving" him. I hope we can both dream more peacefully about him soon.
Posted by joe positive at November 25, 2007 3:03 PM
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This post made me think of "City of Angels" by the Distillers. I hope you like them.
Posted by: corrado giambalvo at November 26, 2007 5:25 PM
This post made me think of "City of Angels" by the Distillers. I hope you like them.
Posted by: corrado giambalvo at November 26, 2007 5:27 PM
This post made me think of "City of Angels" by the Distillers. I hope you like them.
Posted by: corrado giambalvo at November 26, 2007 5:28 PM
This post made me think of "City of Angels" by the Distillers. I hope you like them.
Posted by: corrado giambalvo at November 26, 2007 5:28 PM
Ah, brings me back to the good ole Fugazi days.
Posted by: tuscaloosarunner at November 27, 2007 4:54 PM