I’m suddenly a huge Red Sox fan now that I live nowhere near Boston. I’ve never made such an effort to look attractive yet my appearance has never meant so little. (The single male is an elusive creature in a primary school setting. I have yet to meet one.) Last semester I went out drinking pretty much every night yet managed to have the highest GPA of my academic career. Lots of strange stuff has been happening.
What I find the most unusual of all is that I’ve somehow chosen to dedicate myself to happenings in music and media now that the biggest venue I live near is the Desert Diamond Casino and the biggest act to ever play there was Kenny G. Fine, I’m exaggerating slightly for comedic effect but the Desert Diamond does exist and Kenny G. was totally there last month. After the gun show.
I never read music blogs* living on the East Coast, I rarely bought records. I went out to shows when I remembered them and often arrived in pajama pants and oversized hoodies. So, now that I’m living in Tucson, I’m suddenly desperate to discuss the new Panda Bear album with someone? (I have encountered two people in my program who dared to tell me "I don't listen to music." Is that even possible?) I'm throwing hissy fits when Bonde Do Role cancels their date? Or when “Into the Wild” or “The Darjeeling Limited” isn’t playing in any movie theatres? Since when am I so snobby?
Whatever, I have a Parrothead party to prepare for this weekend. Who knew there were Jimmy Buffett fans out there that were in their 20s? And that I would have regular interactions with them? Can anyone think of a good Jimmy Buffett song to dress up as? This is what the invite tells me to do. I am so serious.
*Recommended reading:
http://hardlyart.blogspot.com/
http://www.maddecent.com/blog/
http://gabesaidwereintomovements.blogspot.com/
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