keep on your mean side

 AAAHHH.

Saw the Kills on Wednesday—Alison Mosshart is a goddess that I either want to become or marry or both, jury’s out.  It was my first show back home, and come to think of it my first real show since like Arcade Fire which is a little depressing. 

There was 100% more Mostly if Not All Black and Leather outfits (which percentage I was contributing to) than the Arcade Fire show, and 67% more Cigarettes Being Smoked that Did Not Just Contain Tobacco, which I was secondhand partaking of because what use is a concert if you are not going to be in front, in the crush of people and the haze of smoke.

From which vantage point you can take one thousand terrible phone pictures because you are the one person without a proper camera.

Alison was of course an amazing if weirdly shy performer.  Like she would make eye contact and kind of interact with the audience—but mostly she would just dance and convulse and headbang in her own feverish little sphere.  She hardly spoke at all.  Jamie Hince, however, would play his guitar with this stance and this weird thousand-mile wide-eyed glassy stare like Javier Bardem in No Country and then after I thought that I couldn’t even take him seriously.

Jamie is on the left TELL ME I AM WRONG.

It was fun being back downtown—fun seeing Red River and Seventh, all the fauxglam hipster divebars.  Also I saw people I haven’t seen in EVER which was the best.

In other news I am having tremendous difficulty getting any sort of motivation back.  The last couple of years' crazy workload has been fueled by this really nihilistic self-loathing slash self-destructive streak that I wasn't happy about at the time, but at least I got stuff done.  Now that I’m happy about life I just eat ice cream and watch Law and Order: Criminal Intent with my mom and NOTHING GETS DONE.

Nothing.  Here's a half-hearted running picture.  I walked this.  That's how lazy I am now.

This obviously has got to stop if I’m not to move to San Francisco with nothing to show for the last few months but an enormous butt and a really good Detective Goren impression.  

The key is to turn sideways.

Which impression the enormous butt helps, actually, if I’m imitating post-fifth-season Goren, BUT IT’S NOT WORTH IT.

YES GOREN YOU SHOULD LOOK HURT I AM CALLING BOTH OF US FAT.

OH speaking of being inappropriately happy (which I was, right?) I’ve started the complaint process for that one creepy misogynist professor. Which I have all sorts of feelings about but I’m gonna wait till it’s all done before I talk about it more.

But hopefully it will all turn out great because revenge is justified if it's for the greater good, right?

Here's one last picture to head out on because I have a thousand of these.