i know you like it when i talk random at you.
ok, here goes:
- i have been listening to the new(est) wilco (sky blue sky) a lot over the past few days, and i just can't seem to get enough of this song in particular. how perfect, right? i feel like i'm going to have to put this on every driving playlist i make for the impending road trip...
this album has kind of brought me to the realization that no matter how far i stray, i will always end up returning to wilco, much like i do with the refreshments/peacemakers, elliott smith, and a few other random bands i grew up listening to. (by "grew up" i mean my early teenage years...)
it also reminds me of my "thisclose" wilco story i can't seem to let die, and since mike has started walking out of the room whenever i wander too close to the (re)telling of it, i'm going to tell you.
it's sad, really.
heartbreaking actually.
they were on the show list when i went to coachella in 2004. this was the selling point for me.
before i give you the facts of the story, let me paint you a pretty little picture of what coachella (and indio, ca, in general) looked like for me: i was sicker than i'd been in years. it was 105 degrees out, and i had a matching fever. there was no shade, i was dehydrated and exhausted, and my boyfriend at the time and i had just driven (400? 500?) miles through the desert in his car with no air conditioning, (bitching at each other most of the way) just to get there. i think i also managed to get food poisoning along the way as well, from some rotten artichoke dip i decided would be a good idea to pack in the cooler.
so we somehow arrive in one piece, and the sobbing and the sweating and the puking and the fighting and the fever are all just petty little annoyances, because not only am i about to experience three days of music and no work, i am also going to see wilco.
nope. just kidding. they cancelled. last minute.
rehab called.
they want jeff back.
(that's really not funny diana.)
(well i know! but i was pissed!)
i believe beck played in their place, and i also believe that i was so heartbroken that i purposely avoided this "surprise" chance to see beck, and i went and sat in the shade of the stage where cursive had played last and sulked. (good choice for sulking, right?)
that's why i hate beck.
anyway, if you want me to love you forever, buy me tickets to see wilco.
and if you want to love me forever, come with me, and i'll sing every word to you. i can't be sure, because it hasn't happened yet, but i bet it would be pretty darn cute.
i'll even do my shoulder dance for you.
- i'm also not positive about this either, but i have the sneaking suspicion that i'm getting a few more readers here, because my views have almost tripled the past few days!
it could also just be from all the times i check to make sure it's still here every day...
i'm hoping for the "more readers" theory though, which means i can stop sending the group text to my brothers every time i post that says, "i just wrote something! go read it! there are some funny parts! write down every line that made you laugh and then tell me which ones they were."
asher actually sent me a text back the other day that said: "god. i'll read your stupid blog in a little bit. will you quit harassing me?"
(and that's the reason i didn't link your music page to your name, my dear sweet little brother. don't forget who mom birthed first...)
- next up: bear parade. read it and weep. and then over-analyze the way your significant other views you.
i did.
- polaroid, i can't believe you. the other page i have open is a filled-out order form for $400 worth of film. should i do it? argh! i'm panicking!
be a warrior diana...
- my friend patt is one of the most amazing people i have ever met in my life. she is one of the few people who can make me feel whole when i'm broken. she is the person i would trust to rescue my soul if it were lost in the woods on a cold stormy night. she's seriously that awesome.
she sent me these pictures a few days ago, and i meant to post them sooner, but i've been slacking.
anyway, along with all the other amazing things she does, she makes really beautiful necklaces.
(i'm trying to bully her into etsy-ing them, but since she lives in tucson and i in brooklyn, my bullying is mostly through the telephone, and i fear she's not frightened by my threats...)
and that, my friends, is more than enough post for one night.
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