it's like...
...it's like...
*
I wonder where I went. It's all the same anymore.
Resumes. Interviews. Wondering when life is going to return to normal, but then I realize that normal is gone. All the friends have a 401K and a steady job and the usual. And by usual I mean a job. It amazes me that of the two folk that I knew best in Pittsburgh, one has his own company in NYC and the other is working non-profit. My industry folk? Not doing so well. One chef just had another heart attack, another chef is looking at a divorce, my general managers? One has been doing the cancer thing for over a year, another is still hating the new job (after a year +), and yet another is actually unemployed...after a year as well.
I think too much about this crap, it's disabling. My dad actually asked me about whether or not I'd think about Charlotte again, or maybe even Columbus. And for once, maybe the first time in a while, I was honest, and I admitted that DC is the first time I felt like I was home.
I dream about it, yet...I talk with friends, and I realize how much I miss Pittsburgh. Madison. Charlotte. Even Columbus. My nephew mentions some random place and I immediately know what road, how to get there...a friend in Pittsburgh mentioned how he was at the bar I frequented last night, and my response was Say Hey to Donnie for me.
What does it mean when you see pictures online, on Wikipedia where you realize where the pictures were taken? What does it mean when you know that the last good live show you've seen was back in 2002 at the Carnegie? That hearing Aimee Mann say, deadbeat, "No", might be a highlight of your life?
What does it mean when you realize that it's so much better listening to music online vs. CD? Have we really progressed that far now? I like big speakers. They double as end tables. They also pose multiple problems when moving but always a good conversation piece.
Do those still exist?
I wonder what happened over the past decade, we moved from optical to optimal. The desktop PC I had in 2000 is...well, let's just say that the hard drive was only 320 MB. The laptop I'm typing on, let alone listening to some Pixies and checking my Facebook and AVClub idiocy is a million times better. And the sound. Don't even start. But I suppose I mentioned that already.
Speaking of the Pixies. Doolittle sounds amazingly good. Frank Black is great and I swear I can hear the pic on Kim Deals' bass. Especially on Monkey gone to Heaven.
fuck, there is an echo around the one minute point. this is easily the (realistically) fiftieth time I have listened to this song and i have never heard that before. with or without headphones. hell, said it before a long time back but I swear the breakdown around the 55 second point as well as the 1:20.
This monkey's gone to heaven...
*
I wonder where I went. It's all the same anymore.
Resumes. Interviews. Wondering when life is going to return to normal, but then I realize that normal is gone. All the friends have a 401K and a steady job and the usual. And by usual I mean a job. It amazes me that of the two folk that I knew best in Pittsburgh, one has his own company in NYC and the other is working non-profit. My industry folk? Not doing so well. One chef just had another heart attack, another chef is looking at a divorce, my general managers? One has been doing the cancer thing for over a year, another is still hating the new job (after a year +), and yet another is actually unemployed...after a year as well.
I think too much about this crap, it's disabling. My dad actually asked me about whether or not I'd think about Charlotte again, or maybe even Columbus. And for once, maybe the first time in a while, I was honest, and I admitted that DC is the first time I felt like I was home.
I dream about it, yet...I talk with friends, and I realize how much I miss Pittsburgh. Madison. Charlotte. Even Columbus. My nephew mentions some random place and I immediately know what road, how to get there...a friend in Pittsburgh mentioned how he was at the bar I frequented last night, and my response was Say Hey to Donnie for me.
What does it mean when you see pictures online, on Wikipedia where you realize where the pictures were taken? What does it mean when you know that the last good live show you've seen was back in 2002 at the Carnegie? That hearing Aimee Mann say, deadbeat, "No", might be a highlight of your life?
What does it mean when you realize that it's so much better listening to music online vs. CD? Have we really progressed that far now? I like big speakers. They double as end tables. They also pose multiple problems when moving but always a good conversation piece.
Do those still exist?
I wonder what happened over the past decade, we moved from optical to optimal. The desktop PC I had in 2000 is...well, let's just say that the hard drive was only 320 MB. The laptop I'm typing on, let alone listening to some Pixies and checking my Facebook and AVClub idiocy is a million times better. And the sound. Don't even start. But I suppose I mentioned that already.
Speaking of the Pixies. Doolittle sounds amazingly good. Frank Black is great and I swear I can hear the pic on Kim Deals' bass. Especially on Monkey gone to Heaven.
fuck, there is an echo around the one minute point. this is easily the (realistically) fiftieth time I have listened to this song and i have never heard that before. with or without headphones. hell, said it before a long time back but I swear the breakdown around the 55 second point as well as the 1:20.
This monkey's gone to heaven...
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