we'll have missed the point

so, the show... i have seen the girls many times, but only one other time when it was only them, without a band. so few artists actually sound better live, free from production room magic. and even though these two have been trucking for a long time, they still sound terrific.

between songs it would become completely silent. so people randomly shouted out requests, which they would play. i flipped thru my mental ipod trying to think of something to holler. for some reason, "caramia" came to mind - definitely one of my favorite songs, but a song that really needs a band, not something they would play acoustic. anyhoo, i poo-pooed my own idea and just decided to stay quiet. until, i had more to drink, and then had a little more to drink, and near the end of the show, that song came barfing out of my mouth at one quiet moment - said it like a total smart ass. and emily fucking responded - she went on for minutes, i'm sure :) she said something like, "oh, god! what a train wreck that would be, we've never done that one, just the two of us... ahh, the train wrecks of our lives." she had mentioned before that they are working on a holiday album, and then said that (train wrecks of our lives) should be one of the song titles. i'm not making this shit up.

after the show, we lingered. mostly because we were too wobbly to move just yet, and we figured amy was going to come and make out with us. the foxy aunt clare lady who brings them their guitars threw me the song list, which i'm sure they fondled profusely.

one of my favorite song surprises was worldfalls. a favorite that someone requested was watershed. and there's something so right about the line - "i heard that you were drunk and mean down at the dairy queen"

defector of a kind

saw the most amazing indigo girls show last weekend. Totally had a
conversation with Emily and got their set list. more soon

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got a text tonight from b during an earthquake, he is fine and was home for the shaking. apparently a 7.2 quake hit about 120 miles southeast of san diego and was felt all the way to LA and beyond. i wondered about earthquakes for the first time in a long time on this trip, i usually just ignore their potential when i visit california - doesn't everyone? but when we were on the 44th floor of a downtown hotel on thursday night, the thought of the recent quake near LA crossed my mind. since there is nothing you can do to predict or prevent them, you just have to live and love now. passing thoughts of "which is better, being on the top floor of this building or being in the elevator" fortunately remained passing thoughts thanks to overpriced drinks.

a very interesting moment on this trip happened on a day we went shopping in la jolla, a fancy foo-foo area (also has the beach where the seals have taken over). anyway, we went into a local bookstore and i saw the "meet the author" wall plastered with karl rove's fat face. he was appearing there for a book signing later that day. if there is anyone more evil than dick cheney, it's rove. stunned and giddy, i overheard pussyfaced white women buying the book and asking if he was going to read, "no, he'll just be signing books" was always met with "what a shame." i had heard about a woman who tried to perform a citizen's arrest on him for war crimes the day before in LA. i had trouble figuring out how i could get out of jail in time for my flight friday morning, so decided not to risk it. i was bound to teabag him if i stayed. plus he wasn't going to be there for another 2.5 hours after we arrived, and we were d-o-n-e shopping, all pissy and tired. i wanted to leave a steaming turd in every copy of his book on their shelves, but the best i could do were some skid marks n sprinkles.

my spring break was terrific. but it unraveled no epiphany about what to do about work next year. back to school tomorrow, ugh...

only 68 days until school is out. perhaps for good.