Sunday, October 10, 2004
It's fall and my favourite time of year. It's getting darker every night and some nights on my way home from work I'm worried I'll get lost on my way home, but some like some 80's breakfast cereal spokesman I just follow my nose and let the smell of baking bread at the Ben's bakery guide me home.
The Red Sox have another chance at winning the pennant and the World Series, unless they fuck it up yet again.
Last night Raygunomics played in the Valley. It was a fair enough show with all of the staples of smalltown all ages shows : Screeching Weasel covers, make outs in the parking lot, underage drinking (golden glow of course), and people complaining about the town two towns overs. A member of one of the other bands told me he liked our Bad Brains feel. It was nice and made me blush. I spent most of the night talking to him and his bandmates alternating between staring at the sky and staring at my feet while I made baseball parks out of the rocks in the parking lot.
I keep thinking back to last year at this time. The Red Sox weren't the only team to blow it. For me it's easier to analyze the mechanics of an at-bat in a meaningless baseball game than it is to analyze the details of friendships that no longer exist. I thought I was right and I also thought the Red Sox were going to win. Wrong on both counts.
"We can't change/I can't erase it/'Heavens to Betsy' I'm ashamed of it/I can't change it/I gotta face it/I am so fucking ashamed"
The Red Sox have another chance at winning the pennant and the World Series, unless they fuck it up yet again.
Last night Raygunomics played in the Valley. It was a fair enough show with all of the staples of smalltown all ages shows : Screeching Weasel covers, make outs in the parking lot, underage drinking (golden glow of course), and people complaining about the town two towns overs. A member of one of the other bands told me he liked our Bad Brains feel. It was nice and made me blush. I spent most of the night talking to him and his bandmates alternating between staring at the sky and staring at my feet while I made baseball parks out of the rocks in the parking lot.
I keep thinking back to last year at this time. The Red Sox weren't the only team to blow it. For me it's easier to analyze the mechanics of an at-bat in a meaningless baseball game than it is to analyze the details of friendships that no longer exist. I thought I was right and I also thought the Red Sox were going to win. Wrong on both counts.
"We can't change/I can't erase it/'Heavens to Betsy' I'm ashamed of it/I can't change it/I gotta face it/I am so fucking ashamed"
# posted by Die Brucke @ 6:58 PM 
