Oh, adhere to me, for we are bound by symmetry.
A story accompanied by a completely unrelated thought
I’ve…been to a lot of shows. All types of music and venues, shapes a sizes. I got lucky and have a very musically inclined family who never objected to me tagging along to see a little live music. Then I got a car and insight into the intricate workings of the Chicago L system, and the rest is history. When you experience something enough, it becomes stale. I still love going to see bands play but I rarely walk out onto the puke stained sidewalk still buzzing, wondering if I’m shivering from she cold or the lingering ecstasy of what I just witnessed.
Seeing the Decemberists was a revival of that good ole feeling for me. What can I say- I laughed, I cried, I screamed LA-DI-DA-DI-DA-DI-DA-DI-DA-DI-DA like it was a battle hymn and I danced as if I didn’t look like a total fool. Going to a show was an experience again and I thank Clarissa for a fabulous birthday present.
And now-a topic…
Lou Reed-
“There she goes again
She’s out on the streets again
She’s down on her knees, my friend
But you know she’ll never ask you please again”
Jim Morrison
“Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire”
Both AMAZING artists.
Both huge influences on music.
Both referred to as the “American Poet” on merchandise.
Both utilizers of the ‘Rhyme A Word With Itself’ rhyme scheme.
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