| Current mood: |  satisfied |
| Current music: | Bob Dylan :: "Meet Me in the Morning" |
It's the same story the crow told me
It's the only one you know --
Like the morning sun you come
and like the wind you go...
Ain't no time to hate
Barely time to wait
Oh, what I want to know -- where does the time go?
It wasn't 'til I heard this lyric by the Grateful Dead that I started mourning the loss of my college experience. I had surely spent my cash equally between booze and the jukebox at Nick's, playing "Uncle John's Band" over, and over. I love everything about it -- the harmonies, the mellow percussion, the whole bit. (My new neurosis is playing songs at a bar and then looking through the crowd for approval. Songs like "Brown Eyed Girl" have 100% approval ratings, as does "Jack and Diane," in this Mellancamp-lovin' town. But when you play Grateful Dead songs you only get about four or five people nodding and singing along, and that's okay -- we must keep some things musically sacred.)
Anyway, I was driving up to the south side of Indy to have Mother's Day brunch with my parents. It was the day after the official graduation ceremony, and while I had teared up just about every day for the past week - the crying was kept to a minimum. Then "Uncle John's Band" came on my car stereo, and that lyric came around, and I. Just. Bawled. Uncontrollable, ears burning, hyperventilation kind of sobbing.
It was a weird combination of fear, and closure, and happiness, and pride, and loss. All at once.
I wanted to give this long, poetic reflection on my four years at Indiana University. But I'm not quite ready. I feel as though I need to be separated from it for a little bit. Right now it's muddled with all that's happened in the past four or so days...Happy Hour before my last final (my rock history final, I got a 100.), getting ushered out of Nicks (twice), watching Martin shouting Third Eye Blind's "Graduate," shirtless with a Pooh-hat on...moments that could have been easily recreated a few weeks ago -- but they somehow gained this sentimentality because it was the "last time" we'd be behaving this ridiculously, all together, as IU students.
Thus far in my post-college existence, I haven't done a damn thing. The highlight has been eating sour patch watermelons and watching the Beatles Anthology. I might as well enjoy it, as I start working overnights at the radio station starting Sunday night. Sadly, the two things I'm excited most about this job is bringing in my hard drive to gank their music, and the possibility of free concert tickets. And giving my favorite songs some random overnight air play.
God Bless You, entry-level radio gig.
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