"And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?"
--Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd
First, an order of business. I saw Rasputina yesterday at Nation. Was fun. Hitched a ride back from campus with some Baltimore punks. That made the night. Said order of business is an attempt to remember my concerts. These'll be in no real order, and all updates will be here. So this page'll keep changing unless I move it somewhere.
Bella Morte - Downtime
Siouxsie Sioux and the Banshees - Nation
The Sisters of Mercy - Roseland Ballroom
Daniel Ash - Black Cat
-Lennon
The Cult - Roseland Ballroom
-Lennon
-Monster Magnet
Rammstein - Hammerstein Ballroom
-Crossbreed
-Godhead
-Marky Ramone
-Jerry Only
AC/DC - Madison Square Garden
-Slash's Snakepit
Joan Jett - Central Park
-Mary Lou Lord
The Cure - Jones Beach
The Cure - Curiosa Festival, Randall's Island
-The Rapture
-Muse
-Auf Der Maur
-Interpol
-Mogwai
-Thursday
-The Cooper Temple Clause
Page 3 - The Spiral
King Crimson - City Hall
Blue Öyster Cult - The Vanderbilt
-Zebra
Peter Murphy - Irving Plaza
Peter Murphy - Irving Plaza
-Michael J Sheehy
The Cruxshadows - Downtime
The Cruxshadows - Nation
-Unto Ashes
The Damned - Black Cat
-Swingin' Utters
Rasputina - Nation
Rasputina - Downtime
-Yab Yum
Kodo - Central Park
-Festival of Mongolia Ensemble
-Triple Threat DJs
Charlie Daniels' Band - Central Park
-Drive-by Truckers
Bella Morte - Downtime
-Kontinuum
Iron Maiden - Madison Square Garden
-Motorhead
-Dio
Type O Negative - 9:30 Club
-Lacuna Coil
Onwards we go. The reason I haven't written anything for a while is that all the goings on seem so... uniform. The show was odd, or at least re: the club itself. I didn't want to talk to the people enough to be bothered by the fact that I didn't try. It's all intellectualizing. Not just that, though. Like (and I know people are going to suddenly start messaging me about this one) sex. Intellectually, yes, sex is something I want. I keep turning down offers. It doesn't actually seem to interest me. That bothers me. Talking to people, going out, having sex, getting this game started... what bothers me more is the lack of being bothered. Hope that made sense.
I don't even know what I want anymore. Not that I ever did, but even on a day to day basis now. It's later than even I usually stay up, and my roommate keeps repeating "Cows... cows... cows..." in drunken sleep. He had an interesting night, I can assume. Mine went the way it always does. I want to change that, but only intellectually again. Not sure what I even want to do. It's like, the only changes in my schedule occur when Dan has something to do, and then the change is something along the lines of "Kill time till he's done." Yay. Go me.
So what now? I don't know. Sleep, I guess, though I'm really not tired. Nothing else to do, really. Hopefully I'll start this game tomorrow. Or else it'll never happen. And my life would move on. Suck.