||some Iron & Wine stuff
So that was spring break, the reveries has passed, now it's time for serious meditation and reflection. yes.
It was uneventful as it usually is, but it was tremendously welcomed. There simply isn't enough weeks where waking up after noon is the status quo. I was feeling really tired and jaded for the entire week, after the acdec and all the make-up work that followed it, it was a good time for a chang... but no, I had to "help" my parents to move to the new apartment complex. Since they are moving to Canada after school is over, we needed a place with a shorter lease.. etc etc. Well it turns out that they didn't want to pay for a moving company, so I became the laborer. I tried to get a couple of friends to help but father haphazardly scowled at me, so I took that as a no. The move itself wasn't too difficult, just mindless physical labor. Friday night I took all of my stuff over, which isn't much (books, a keyboard, guitar), and slept over in the new place, the building next door played loud mexican music all night long, so conviniently I didn't sleep very much, just to find that the dishwasher leaked water, the oven and stove didn't work, and the microwave does not heat anything. So there I was, alone in a new apartment, surrounded by broken appliances national forest, and serenaded by accordions and fiddles streaming from the mysterious white window across the lawn.
Saturday was the formal "move", father and I hauled all the heavy stuff from the second-story room down to the Uhaul, and mother pointed out constantly what we were doing wrong. Accused us of not using our heads. I don't know about you, but I personally find it difficult to think logically towing around sofas and tables. She didn't care, of course. So all the stuff got there in near mint condition, and Sunday and Monday were dedicated to arranging, again with mother telling me what I was doing wrong.
The rest of the week was rather uneventful, just some spending some quality time with friends, basketball, football, etc.
Friday night I went to the Grandaddy/Saves the Day/Fire Theft/Dios show over at Granada theatre. Being the disorganized person that I am, of course I did not buy tickets in advance. Drove over at about 6:30, bought the overpriced tickets ($22.50!), lined up, got my hand marked, and went in, got a place where we could sit, and waited.
8 o'clock Dios the opening act came on, they were suprisingly good, a mixture of acoustic things and heavier rock, but it was a nice mix, plus they did a cover for "where is my mind", but most of the people were just coming in or talking, so people generally did not pay too much attention. Fire Theft came on next, there were a good numbers of fire theft fans among us. They played a fairly short set, it was good, not spectacular, but good, then the venue started to get packed. A LOT of Saves the Day kids came in, apparently just for the one band, and i am proud to say that the band sucked, horribly. All they ever did was sound like a bunch of tired pop-punk kids and swayed around and sounded the same for every song. I may have slept through that set, but after they finished, 1/3 of the room left before Grandaddy even came on, what a waste. They were really good, not breathtaking, but very very good. The video was awesome as well, the crowd was really into it, and the band was rather pleased with the audience reaction it seemed. They played mostly newer stuff and basically straight off the album. I was disappointed that they didn't do more stuff from Wester Freeway and Sophtware Slump, but it was still good nevertheless. Overall a wonderful show, except for Saves the Gay, and lousy adults that debated about home decor.
Saturday I got myself a laptop, which should be good for college and beyond, took a stroll at night in the rain, it felt good.
It's back to school again tomorrow, I didn't really do a whole lot constructive, read a couple of books, that was about it.
oh well, it's not like it matters anymore.
Goodbye my fellow denizens of the night.