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Apr. 3rd, 2001 04:22 pmWhew. Last week slid by before I could sit and write. Sara came over for dinner one night, I went out to ManRay, played cards. Friday night I had possibly my best meal ever at the Burren w/Sarah. Roast lamb with stuffing, potatoes seasoned with garlic, vegetables in some kind of butter or cream..... delivered fast, cooked just right, it was heavenly.
The big news of the weekend was our trip to New York City, and seeing Nick Cave in concert. The violinist from the Bad Seeds was there, but a different bassist and drummer. Many of the songs were rewritten for the smaller ensemble, and they were incredible... they exploded in my head. Nick can lead you down a path with his music, or drag you their screaming and digging in your feet. Hearing Stagger Lee as a soft ballad was very unnerving, as was the cacophany at the end of the song... it was a very special show and I'm fortunate to have seen it.
The weekend was rounded out with diiner with Ali on Sunday night, and hanging out with Mat on Monday. Playing hooky from work. Sometimes you just need to take that day off.
I did have a bad experience this weekend. I had to confront somethings about myself that terrified me. Beyond dislike, or discomfort, somethings I just couldn't face. Now that I'm a little further away from that place and time, I can look at it more rationally, but I still don't like what my reactions tell me about myself. Can a secret be buried for most of your life? How long can feeling lay dormant before they creep to the surface? If something is OK for someone else but not for you, does that make you a hypocrite?
This is something that is not going to go away anytime soon. Or, perhaps, I'm just again overreacting to a situation.
Patience.
Distance.
Breathe.
The big news of the weekend was our trip to New York City, and seeing Nick Cave in concert. The violinist from the Bad Seeds was there, but a different bassist and drummer. Many of the songs were rewritten for the smaller ensemble, and they were incredible... they exploded in my head. Nick can lead you down a path with his music, or drag you their screaming and digging in your feet. Hearing Stagger Lee as a soft ballad was very unnerving, as was the cacophany at the end of the song... it was a very special show and I'm fortunate to have seen it.
The weekend was rounded out with diiner with Ali on Sunday night, and hanging out with Mat on Monday. Playing hooky from work. Sometimes you just need to take that day off.
I did have a bad experience this weekend. I had to confront somethings about myself that terrified me. Beyond dislike, or discomfort, somethings I just couldn't face. Now that I'm a little further away from that place and time, I can look at it more rationally, but I still don't like what my reactions tell me about myself. Can a secret be buried for most of your life? How long can feeling lay dormant before they creep to the surface? If something is OK for someone else but not for you, does that make you a hypocrite?
This is something that is not going to go away anytime soon. Or, perhaps, I'm just again overreacting to a situation.
Patience.
Distance.
Breathe.
