Dammit.
I love living here. Except for the complete and utter lack of live music.
I hadn’t really thought about this complete absence of something I truly love until a friend sent me a CD care package. It contained two new Barenaked Ladies albums.
This weekend I felt physical pain realizing that I won’t go to a concert in at least…two…years.
I try not to think like “I won’t/can’t ___ for two years.” Such lines of thought never lead to anyplace I want to be.
But that’s easier said than done when I comes to longing for the complete and utter ecstasy of a really fucking good rock show.
