…to publicly sing the praises of my wonderful WONDERFUL girlfriend, miss @thealiplante for an amazing birthday/birthday-week last week. she is actually the best. seriously. look it up.
first, she threw me a party on tuesday at our new place which was awesome. great group of friends, lots of great beer, and these amazing cup cakes made by her. a lot a lot of fun. if you missed it, then that is your own damn fault.
second, she showered me with gifts that i am just so tickled and excited about. first, she snagged me a book i have been jonesing for ever since i saw it in a book store, inexplicably passed on buying, and never could find again - seen here - which is fully relevant to my newly initiated interest in non-fiction about the underworlds of cool-ass cities like new york, chicago and all the scottish cities (that is pretty much it, just those ones). she ALSO snagged me two very very amazing LPs that i was really wanting. first, the new david bazan record, “strange negotiations”, which is EASILY my favorite bazan album since PTL’s “control”. it may well eclipse that and possibly even “winners never quit” as my favorite bazan ever very soon. it is so so so so good. third, and possibly MOST exciting, she snagged me the LP of an album i have had for about 8 years now and that i routinely forget exists, then rediscover only to become unhealthily obsessed with it for 2-3 months at a time, only to bury it again. part of the beauty of this album is its ability to let me get enveloped in it again and again and it still feels new and exciting. this album is “when i pretend to fall" by a fantastic seattle band by the name of the long winters. anyone who has ever even thought to themselves "man, this decemberists song is okay" would LOVE the long winters, cause they are amazing and so much better than all their contemporaries. they just never blew up. but this album is a treasure and i am so happy to have a wax copy hanging out on my shelf now for eternity. seriously, ETERNITY.
it can also not go without praise that the weekend prior to my birthday was spent in a very rainy berkshires watching an outdoor concert of a band by the name of wilco… for 3 days. now, i am a rabid wilco fan and i was just over the moon excited to be there. new songs, great side bands, amazing art in the museum that housed it (check here for info on what you all (obviously) regrettably missed) and @thealiplante hung out like a TROOPER in the rain and by all accounts had a good time as well.
long story short, she is the best. i’m a lucky lucky dude. love you, al.
a dozen roses - braid
but i loved so much the way we touched and pseudo-kissed
oh, i already miss you singing like this over the phone
every now and then i tend to pretend i’m not alone
here is my favorite braid song for anyone interested in what they sound like
the promise ring - red & blue jeans
nothing feels good like you in red and blue jeans
and your white and night things.
when i was in college, i looked “logic” in the face and said “forget you, logic!” and i flew to chicago to see a punk band called the promise ring play a one time only reunion show (which they’ve kept their word and not played since, holla atchu davey v.b.). my friends ben, jay, and tom lived there at the time, and they lived about 3 streets over from where said band was playing, and ben wanted to see them too, so i crashed on their couch, we drank beer and ate pizza and - when the time came - watched rock and roll happen at this once in a lifetime promise ring reunion show. make believe (aka joan of arc) opened and during the whole show i stood next to todd bell (from hey mercedes/braid) and mike kinsella (aka owen). it was a relative midwestern emo meltdown OF THE HIGHEST ORDER. the only thing missing was the get up kids (which i subsequently got my fill three years later… culminating in ryan pope - drummer of tguk - driving ben to the kansas city airport from
lawrence eudora and asking him for advice on selling his car… wow. that is a TOTALLY other post drunken story).
now, here i stand. six years wiser (allegedly) and with a full time office job. and braid - a band who i arguably held in higher regard than the promise ring - has reunited and is pimping a new batch of recorded material and they are playing a show (once again after the 2004 tour… which i saw in NJ). they’re claiming it is one show at chicago’s metro, the very same club that i attended said meltdown at in 2005. the very same club that alkaline trio filmed their famed halloween concert dvd, the very same place that guided by voices has hosted MANY a party, the same place the smoking popes reunited the night before the promise ring show, and the very same place craig finn exults on “a positive rage” while on stage there. needless to say/explain - i am going to chicago to see braid in august.
i have decided again to defy what “makes sense” for impulse/childing nostalgia. that being said - i have been to chicago twice now, and it is a fantastic town. i really really love it there. i love the midwest on the whole, actually. milwaukee, kansas city, st louis, LAWRENCE (see 90% of the subject matter on my upcoming album), tennessee as a whole, akron, and of course, chicago. this time i’m going with the wonderful and beautiful ali plante who has never been. she is also “taking one for the team” by agreeing to go to a braid show with me. she recently was a good sport and attended a rye coalition reunion with me in NJ back in february and she was befuddled to say the least. i commend her bravery and, ali, trust that braid won’t be like that was. so we’re making a weekend out of it. no specifics yet, but ideas percolating. there are some people i’d like to see while there - if even only for a coffee. or, for a night of unbridled alcoholism with few memories but plentiful bruises (*cough* lena *cough*). but i’ll also want to do some normal things while there (for a very limited amount of time mind you). so SUGGESTIONS PLEASE! i still have the time to cater my plans to fit some things. braid plays sat the 27th, so we’ll probably get in friday sometime, hang friday night, saturday day, (show saturday nigjh) and then maybe leave sunday night or monday morning. still discussing/pricing. so, hit me up with some ideas, folks. and if you like angular midwestern low budget pop rock that makes jimmy eat world look like journey, look no further than braid. chu’ch.
SEE YOU IN CHICAGO!
DAMMIT SHERIFF I THOUGHT YOU WERE COOL, MAN
DICK MOVE. DICK. MOVE.
found myself awake at 5:30 this morning, so of course i rolled over, opened the macbook, and continued with The Adventures of Raylan Givens.
"The Treaty of Versailles: Not really a treaty, more like a time-out."
i just accidentally wrote this song for about the thousandth time