Awake, awake, early on a Saturday morning. The girlfriend is up to go skiing and I made myself get up as well so that I could do some writing and thinking and breathing. Of course the lingering warmth of the bed beckons me, but I ignore it.
That, and I'm going downtown to wait in line for Arcade Fire tickets. I'm hoping they don't sell out as quickly at the first-last Sleater-Kinney show did (5 min). And instead of paying ticketbastard the service charges, I'll just haul my ass downtown. I'm excited to see the streets, quiet and cleaned by the rain. My expectation is that the bussle will not yet have started at 9am. The only thing I'm expecting is a line at the box office. But it's worth the wait to see AF again. Their last show at the Crystal was pure magic. I know that it won't be mirrored or matched in the same way at the Schnitz, but it will still be an amazing experience. I imagine the sound filling up every last inch of space, spilling over me as I cry in my seat.
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There's a lot of I statements in my posts. Don't know how to get away from that. I want my writing to reflect me without being so blatant about it.
I read this earlier, from the Tao Te Ching:
In harmony with the Tao,
the sky is clear and spacious,
the earth is solid and full,
all creatures flourish together,
content with the way they are,
endlessly repeating themselves,
endlessly renewed.
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