what’s up.
The Evens played CMU on Friday, providing one of the most uncomfortable concert experiences I’ve lived through. Ian was seemingly unhappy with the lack of energy being expounded by the audience and made no effort to mask this fact (”What’s WRONG, guys?” he asks. “Did you have a bad day or something?”) (No, we’re all terrified of saying the wrong thing and being chewed out by YOUR cranky old ass!)
At one point while he was talking, the girl sitting next to me on the floor, directly in front of him, opened the cabinet door at the foot of the stage and peered in. I cringed, waiting for him to noticed — he of course did, stared at her and said, “What are you DOING?!” We all laughed both from amusement and nervousness. She remained silent and somewhat shocked. “Could you CLOSE the DOOR?”
It was all saved when one brave young soul, during an intro part in which he asked that we whistle along, began clucking her tongue, and what ensued was a tongue-clucking chorus of the best kind and a proclamation from Ian MacKaye that she was “the mother clucker.”
Saturday I hung out with my MOM, went to that crazy new(-ish) mall up route 28 in Frazier, got a couple sweet cheap shirts at H&M (where they seriously sell hats and shirts that say something about “Approved - Immigration and Naturalization - 1907″) and went to a cute park in the Alle-Kiski Valley, land forgotten by the 21st century.
Tonight, there’s a Steelers game to watch, and homework to do for class, and work to do on the Blogs-as-Research-Tools presentation for work Friday, and Edmund Fitzgerald to drink1. Buenos noches!
1. Is it wrong that I don’t really like porters all that much but I got the E.F. because I like that Gordon Lightfoot song?
I might have to change the title of my blog to “sara is always somewhere else” :)
But nothing at H&M can hold a candle to the shit that Koreans put on t-shirts shirts. Sometimes the word shit. My favorite, that I could not convince my friend to buy, was covered in screen printed vaseline jars and said something like “It is better to desire than to get.”