I'm not necessarily proud of all of these, mind you, but they all have memories attached.
Facebook intro, via Julz:
"OK, here are the rules. Test your memory and your love of live music by listing 50 artists or bands (or as many as you can remember) you've seen in concert. List the first 50 acts that come into your head. An act you saw at a festival and opening acts count, but only if you can't think of 50 other artists. Oh, and list the first concert you ever saw (you can remember that, can’t you)?
Should you choose this challenge, here's what you do:
Copy my note. Click on “notes” under tabs on your profile page. Select "write a new note" in the top corner. Paste the copy in the body of the note. Make your list. Change the number at the top, and add your title. Once you've saved, don't forget to tag friends (including me) on the right."
1 (First concert) Michael Jackson - Thriller tour (mad cred, but sadly I was only about 6)
2 Depeche Mode (times 9, as of Monday!)
3 The The
4 Nine Inch Nails
5 Julianna Hatfield
6 KMFDM
7 Moby
8 Peter Gabriel
9 Front 242
10 Echo and the Bunnymen
11 Erasure
12 Dave Alvin and the Guilty Men
13 Smashing Pumpkins
14 Sigur Rós
15 The Kills
16 The Horrors
17 The Faint
18 Suzanne Vega
19 L7
20 Shonen Knife
21 Moist
22 Fury in the Slaughterhouse
23 Goldfrapp
24 The Presets
25 Cut/Copy
26 Chris Isaak
27 UB40
28 Korn
29 White Zombie
30 Filter
31 Beastie Boys
32 Sarah McLachlan
33 Goldfinger
34 God Lives Underwater
35 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
36 Editors
37 The Cure
38 Tori Amos
39 Crooked Fingers
40 The Orb
41 Jane's Addiction
42 Stereo MC's
43 Other Star People
44 Kenny Wayne Shepherd
45 Beausoleil
46 Christopher Parkening
47 The Pilfers
48 Belly
49 Captain and Tenille (sort of)
50 Blind Boys of Alabama
51 Eight ga-jillion shows I can't remember, many of which were probably way cooler than some of the ones listed here.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
ow ow ow
One of my avatars is a detail from a painting by Van Gogh, called "On the Threshold of Eternity", and it is an extraordinarily effective depiction of extreme depression.
He didn't make it out of that, and never really stood a chance. I have to remember and be continually grateful for the fact that I live in one of the very first generations that do stand a chance to make it out alive.
It's so hard when it hurts, but when it doesn't, honestly, I feel like I'm kind of blessed to have been through what I have. One of my closest friends once got a fortune cookie that said something like 'the deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more capacity you have for joy'. It's something I've seen come up in different ways again and again, but it's so hard to hold on to when you're hurting. I think the most moving way I've ever heard that message was in a song written by another genius who didn't make it out of his depression, Ian Curtis.
The Joy Division song "Isolation" is all about feeling ashamed, lost, and utterly alone; about how depression disconnects you from the ones you love, and how futile your best efforts are to make things better. But at the end of the song is this amazing couple of lines that sum up for me the strange blessing that true depression and misery can bring:
I have to learn from everything I go through, and I have to fight to take care of myself in all the ways I have available to me; not only for my own sake, but because I owe it to the memory of the unfathomable scores of men and women who died either because they were born too early, or because they weren't able to get the help they needed. Both those who were or are famous, like Vincent van Gogh, Ian Curtis, Mark Rothko, Sylvia Plath, Ernest Hemingway, Anne Sexton; and those whose lives touched fewer, but no less importantly, like my cousin Patrick, and my friend Sean. I owe it to all of them.
It's so hard when I feel like I do, but I try to think about what I would do (and have done) to help people I care about who were in danger of hurting themselves. I'm so non-judgmental, so understanding, and so willing to move mountains to help; surely I deserve at least a portion of that for myself.
He didn't make it out of that, and never really stood a chance. I have to remember and be continually grateful for the fact that I live in one of the very first generations that do stand a chance to make it out alive.
It's so hard when it hurts, but when it doesn't, honestly, I feel like I'm kind of blessed to have been through what I have. One of my closest friends once got a fortune cookie that said something like 'the deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more capacity you have for joy'. It's something I've seen come up in different ways again and again, but it's so hard to hold on to when you're hurting. I think the most moving way I've ever heard that message was in a song written by another genius who didn't make it out of his depression, Ian Curtis.
The Joy Division song "Isolation" is all about feeling ashamed, lost, and utterly alone; about how depression disconnects you from the ones you love, and how futile your best efforts are to make things better. But at the end of the song is this amazing couple of lines that sum up for me the strange blessing that true depression and misery can bring:
But if you could just see the beauty, these things I could never describe
This is my one consolation
This is my one lucky prize
I have to learn from everything I go through, and I have to fight to take care of myself in all the ways I have available to me; not only for my own sake, but because I owe it to the memory of the unfathomable scores of men and women who died either because they were born too early, or because they weren't able to get the help they needed. Both those who were or are famous, like Vincent van Gogh, Ian Curtis, Mark Rothko, Sylvia Plath, Ernest Hemingway, Anne Sexton; and those whose lives touched fewer, but no less importantly, like my cousin Patrick, and my friend Sean. I owe it to all of them.
It's so hard when I feel like I do, but I try to think about what I would do (and have done) to help people I care about who were in danger of hurting themselves. I'm so non-judgmental, so understanding, and so willing to move mountains to help; surely I deserve at least a portion of that for myself.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Spoooock!
I swear, I didn't move from my desk today except to go get work from other people's desks. Why is it that the more I have to do, the better my day is, but when I have the time to do whatever I want, I do nothing?
I'm gonna try to just focus on making enough money to pay off some of my debt, and getting myself out of the apartment more often.
Speaking of which, I finally saw the new Star Trek last night, and I'll be damned if it wasn't pretty frakking awesome. My expectations had been built up quite a bit, so I was pleasantly surprised that I wasn't disappointed. By the way, did Mark Lenard die? I was fully expecting him to show up as Sarek.
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I'm gonna try to just focus on making enough money to pay off some of my debt, and getting myself out of the apartment more often.
Speaking of which, I finally saw the new Star Trek last night, and I'll be damned if it wasn't pretty frakking awesome. My expectations had been built up quite a bit, so I was pleasantly surprised that I wasn't disappointed. By the way, did Mark Lenard die? I was fully expecting him to show up as Sarek.
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Saturday, May 16, 2009
The Horrors of The Kills
The one thing I truly hate about going to concerts in this country is the ever-present fuckheads that insist on moshing no matter what the type of music being played.
The worst example will always be the morons who were shoving people around at the Moby concert. Who the fuck tries to mosh to fucking Moby?!
Anyway, at the concert last night the same thing happened, of course, but aside from that it was a really good show. The Horrors were actually better live than The Kills, even though they were the ones I went to see.
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The worst example will always be the morons who were shoving people around at the Moby concert. Who the fuck tries to mosh to fucking Moby?!
Anyway, at the concert last night the same thing happened, of course, but aside from that it was a really good show. The Horrors were actually better live than The Kills, even though they were the ones I went to see.
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Locke vs. Jacob
Going to the Lost season finale tonight at the Science Fiction Museum theater - looking forward to the main event!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Tweet!
I have to admit, Twitter is pretty addictive. I don't have to put any, you know, thought into it. Which does pretty much preclude any possobility that I might accidentally say something remotely profound, but honestly the chances of that are pretty slim anyway, so no real loss...
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Monday, March 23, 2009
I might miss Depeche Mode!
I can't hardly even believe it over here, but there is a possibility that I might not get to attend when DM play Key Arena, 5 blocks from my apartment. I just didn't have the funds for the pre-sale, and money isn't exactly pouring in. I really might prefer not to go if all I can get are shitty seats; especially since Donna's last Depeche Mode concert experience was negative, and I'd want to rectify that, not reinforce it.
On the other hand, the best concert I've ever been to was the Songs of Faith and Devotion tour, and I had terrible seats and had lost one contact lens for that one, so who knows.
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On the other hand, the best concert I've ever been to was the Songs of Faith and Devotion tour, and I had terrible seats and had lost one contact lens for that one, so who knows.
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