radiohead @ liberty state park
thursday night, finally i get to stay the fuck in my own house all night and purge my head of the last two weeks' goings on. did i tell you that about three weeks ago, i was hailing a cab on avenue a, walking half-backwards, and walked into a parking meter? the fucker actually kind of hurt me, and i can still feel it when i take deep breaths. of course, all of my friends laugh and think that i was actually cruising a boy instead of hailing a cab. worked out briefly (i bitch and moan about my lack of energy, and maurice says, "eat tuna fish for lunch. it's my workout secret."), then had one of those nights where you survey the expansive east village culinary landscape and think "all i wanna eat is ice cream." then get thai food and read cookbooks and listen to new secret radiohead tracks from the world wide internet. read the secret, anonymous blogs of friends, remember meeting nice guys ultrasparky and blogstalker two weeks ago at barracuda with jonno and the minx.
also last week i saw the radiohead concert. we left new york at 4pm (doors opened 6pm, concert started 8pm, according to the tickets), arrive in scuzzy liberty state park in jersey city, and walk to the front of the line, ahead of an hour's worth of line. somehow nobody says anything, maybe because my friends are older, maybe because we're a group of homos, maybe because we're a group of semi-studly homos, but in any case, the ticket guys lift up the ribbon and we're first in line, and first through the security check (no blankets [what the fuck?], no food, no bottles, but somehow we get all these things through), and seven heads from the stage. very cool. i remember once being at a rock concert once where i thought to myself "it's so loud i wonder if it could make my jeans unravel." i felt things so strongly then. i thought about dying for things and being involved in things that would never end and anguish, and what now? then i proceed to get stoned. very stoned. drug stories are kinda tedious if you aren't getting to do them, so i'll spare ye, but basically by the time beta band got on stage, the heat and the crowd and the excitement got to me and i had to have a moment, crouching, praying that i didn't pass out or blow chunks. the last time i felt like this was when i took my bike on the caltrain and arrived in san francisco for the first time, age 19, and proceeded to bike from the station to the castro with no food or water in me in august at noon. i walked into a juice bar and barely ordered something before i made an embarrassment of myself right in the middle of my supposed pilgrimage to mecca. hopefully i can have an experience like this when i go back there in two weeks. just kidding.
radiohead was great, not as great as i'd made it out to be in my head, but getting to hear the music coming out of mouths and instruments instead of loudspeakers (because we were that close) was very cool, and making eye contact with thom and turning around and seeing the throngs of people singing along, and at that chemically-imbalanced time all the corners in my world started to round themselves, and i hope that seeing the beatles was like this back in the day. fog and worrywart are up on my mp3 page nowthey're the kind of songs that get in my head to the point that i walk out of my apartment, down 5th street just kind of vocalizing the sounds without knowing the words.
post new desktops to that section that nobody looks at, post new mp3s that i talked about earlier, i think that covers everything. trying to think of something fun and inexpensive to do tomorrow night, reading moon palace and at that part where effing has just buried his buddy in the desert, supposed to also be reading the house of mirth, things fall apart, and light in august, too much too much.
oh my GOD i cant believe its almost time for that and he said its this... whatever.i just wanted to pretend i was a regular blogger for a second there. won't do it again.
still have an email to defuse from a friend that i seem to never get along well with. a lot of people have been mad at me lately, so i'm looking for an astrology chart that i can blame it on.
louis: you can't hide forever. there's a hole in the heavens and you're throbbing right behind it.posted August 23, 2001 in delivery, music, print(whispers)
i can feel you.
- rita dove, the darker face of the earth