Spent
a long night out with old friends and saw Sigur Rós last night. I was a magical show which affected me
deeply. It is a conglomeration of musical and video imagery besides the bands
performance. It was the audio and video that took over me at first, mesmerizing
and enchanting and then slowly changing my mood as it brought on deep emotions.
I could barely hold on near the end of the show. Memories and emotions were flashing
before my eyes. The Icelandic language as my friend said was maybe the most
beautiful sound as it filled the hall and echoed in the halls. Dead center in
the historic FOX Theater where I have been going since I was a small child, I
gripped my chair and wished it would end at the same time glued to it not
wanting crazed to let go of these deep emotions. My friends could read me like
a book and were there to offer me comfort and reassurance. I had ceased to continue
in motion but was internally wrestling, overcoming and slipping back or forth.
Hell of a night out.
We left and on our way home I took them to a very small bar
in a house the Ghetto where I have hid out at times in my life. 30 year friends
and I had never revealed the bar to them. We ordered drinks to ABBA playing
dancing queen of all songs. We ripped it up and abused ourselves until the wee
hours.
I have wonderful friends who are true and real. They don’t
talk bullshit and never cross each other. I have had more contact with them all
in the last 9 months over the phone or in person than I have had in twenty
years and it’s like yesterday when we connect.
Hell of a night out
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