Sunday, January 30, 2005

 
"Calling cards on my arms"

I waited on a man the other day. He had a hospital wristband. I don't usually think too much about who I wait on, but the hospital wristband guy stuck in my head.

What is it about hospital wristbands that stands out in my head and screams out images I don't want to remember?

I remember going to the hospital to visit grandparents. The hospital buildings mirrored my grandparents. Once upon a time they possessed strength, but now they were crumbling. How fucking cliched is that. Anyway I visited hospitals that looked like they were being held together with duct tape to visit grandparents that looked like they were being held together with surgical tape. It made me sick. Their skin wasn't so much wrinkled it was bumpy and bruised. Those terribly typed id bracelets hanging from their wrists, the white bracelet highlighting their discoloured arms.


 
Last night Dresses played at the Seahorse with Bus Pass, The Establishment and Risky Business. Michael Catano, super sub and radical roommate, filled in on drums as we were short one drummer. We practiced twice with Mike and I think things went better than we had expected considering the short notice.

Still I always feel weird on stages and maybe I should get over that or whatever, but I'm always putting myself in the head of the people in the audience and it's never good.
'Y'know that guy thinks he's pretty funny, but he's getting fat, he's 26, and he's screaming his head off in a 'hardcore' band, give it up!'

I mean it's something 19 year old me would say if I was in the audience. I hate 19 year old me sometimes. He was such a prick.

I wanted to stay for the rest of the show, but I feeling anxious and I didn't much know how to interact with people. I think I had a brain freeze. Going home, eating pizza, watching SNL, and not petting strange animals seemed like the most appropriate actions to undertake after the show.

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