Bright Eyes were incredible. Of course they were. Conor Oberst is a poetic genius of sorts... And Chase used the words "poetic ignorance" to describe. Because of his Bush-bashing, of course.
But...the entire conecert was a nightmare... 4,000 (my guess)people were there, about 900 (atleast) were drunk, another 900 were orgasmic teenagers, and 9 were normal. Everyone else in between were just loud, loud, loud. Loud enough to completely drown out a crooning Jesse Sikes.
And so, Christian will reply with a letter... To House of Blues, and will be polite and witty and complaining. Because he is a writer. Because he is all of those things anyway. And because he paid $60 for that concert. He is spunky.
Today we met up with Rick Pamplin and his wife, Maggie (I hope I spelled that right). They were beautiful people, and I had fun... I find talking with certain people fun -- That's just me. And I think Christian now has a new adopted father.... I'm joking, but I sensed they both got something they needed almost desperately. C was also excited about a giant alligator float -- We took pictures and Rick was laughing at how funny C looked sitting in the driver's seat of a giant green creature.
Tuesday we leave.... We've been partying with all of our friends since we got here, and I'm utterly tired and happy and just thrilled to be back in FL.... I realize what I've been missing... Now, I need to get back to being productive in CT.
For now, though... I think I'm going to eat a spoonful of peanut butter.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
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