9.20.2004
For three strange days....
Whew. Here it is...2:00 a.m. on Sunday night...post ACL festival 2004. There's not too many details that I can muster up right about now. I walked alot. I'm very very tired. I saw lots of music. I liked it very much. School of Fish were nowhere to be seen...
I have decided, though, that when I'm ready to talk about it, I'm not going to focus on the music...everybody else will be doing that. Instead, I've decided to detail the numerous human interactions that I had and/or witnessed over the past three days. That is...if I remember them by tomorrow or whenever. But, I assure you, there were plenty...and I have a good source to refer to when I'm looking for inspiration.
Otherwise, I feel like I've been out of town for three days. I've actually only been at my house for about 6 hours since Friday...I guess massive amounts of sunlight mixed with dirt, beer/vodka and music will disorient just about anyone. But, it feels good to be back...from being intown...5 miles away from my home.
Here's my brief shout out: Gomez...bring it on. You rock my world. Wilco. You're next in line...but, pick a guitar and go with it, damnit!...oh no, wait. Don't do that...it would kill your awesomeness and your orbit would cease to be turned around.
and of course....MAS LESBIANS! MAS LESBIANS!
I have decided, though, that when I'm ready to talk about it, I'm not going to focus on the music...everybody else will be doing that. Instead, I've decided to detail the numerous human interactions that I had and/or witnessed over the past three days. That is...if I remember them by tomorrow or whenever. But, I assure you, there were plenty...and I have a good source to refer to when I'm looking for inspiration.
Otherwise, I feel like I've been out of town for three days. I've actually only been at my house for about 6 hours since Friday...I guess massive amounts of sunlight mixed with dirt, beer/vodka and music will disorient just about anyone. But, it feels good to be back...from being intown...5 miles away from my home.
Here's my brief shout out: Gomez...bring it on. You rock my world. Wilco. You're next in line...but, pick a guitar and go with it, damnit!...oh no, wait. Don't do that...it would kill your awesomeness and your orbit would cease to be turned around.
and of course....MAS LESBIANS! MAS LESBIANS!
