Poems, photos, rants and raves that are all inevitably me in one form or another.
On a major Johnny Cash kick lately.
I can’t stop listening to “Swingin’”—maybe because I keep hoping someone will pick me up on the side of the road/write a song about it—and I can get away.
…..Or maybe just because it’s some good bluesy stuff.
I’ve been a busy little bird, so I haven’t been Tumblring much as of late. I’ve felt really shitty as of late, but instead of focusing on that (for once!) I’m going to talk about the best fucking moment of the last 6 months.
So preceding this moment, this experience, I had been exhausted, working a LOT and generally just being really unhappy. I’ve cried at work 3 times in the last week or two. But then I got to see Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers in concert last Thursday, and it was—beyond words.
I got off work, showered, and put on a kickass outfit—black dress, big earrings and badass boots. Look good, feel good! Boyfriend and I took the bus out to Broomfield, where the venue is, while casually sipping on a water bottle full of white wine (because we’re classy, duh). Watched an amazing opening set by Regina Spektor (I don’t know how she ended up opening for TP, and I don’t know that his older fans were as enthralled), who has as magnificent as a voice live, drank another glass of wine, and waiting for the magic to happen.
TP and co. exploded out on the stage with “Listen to Her Heart” and I leapt up and started singing along. I didn’t stop singing or dancing until the end of the encore, a few hours later.
After the concert, I couldn’t stop smiling. I’ve explained the experience to a few folks, but it was one hundred percent what I needed. It was an expulsion of energy—all the negative energy I had kept inside, had felt so strongly the past few weeks, months—was expended as I yelled out the lyrics and twirled in circles, as I watched sound explode from the stage and bounce around the venue. The remainder of the night and the following days, I felt at peace. A deep calm had come to me through the music, through experiencing the music. Sorry, my dirty hippie is showing, but it was absolutely a spiritual experience.
I will always believe music has the capacity to do amazing things.
And if it takes shit to make bliss,
then I feel pretty blissfully.
I still get stoned
I’m not the kind of girl
One night Patrick and I were hanging out at a show. Out of curiosity about his
oft-discussed abilities as a lady-killer, I asked him what his best pickup line was.
“I usually just go up to a girl and ask, ‘Beatles or Stones?’
‘But what’s the right answer? What do you want her to say?’
“If she says Beatles, then she’s probably a nice girl and has good taste in music,” he paused to smirk at me, “and if she says Stones, you know you can take her home and fuck her.”
Courtney Smith, Record Collecting for Girls