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the luckiest girl in the world...
by Venice Bayrd
Mon 08 Nov 2004 01:01:00
...was me for a span of time earlier today. at least in the following respect:
after tea in the sun on the back porch this morning i decided that it would be worthwhile to scope out -dead to fall-'s list of tour dates, if any. i really wasn't expecting much. i was both pleased and frustrated however to find that not only were they playing pennsylvania, Lemoyne to be exact, they were playing this very day. 'where is lemoyne?' and 'how the hell am i going to get there?' simultaneously coursed through my head. i'll spare you the detail here and just say that a little creative problem solving can go a long way. (anyone who's ever lived in a quasi-rural area without a car and without public transport in the near vicinity will understand the quandary...) after jumping a few fences and passing a fair amount of time traveling i finally found myself in a rental car and on my way to the lemoyne area of harrisburg (about 2hrs away).
this was all well and good except for the fact that it had taken so long to pull everything together that it was now 6:30, the time the doors were scheduled to open. i didn't care. i felt so ingenious for procuring myself a car without having to bike 30 miles that i was full of hope right up to my eyebrows. really though, knowing the way these shows typically work, i figured that the opening bands would be taking up my travel time and that hopefully i'd arrive before dead to fall took stage. luck and traffic were on my side i guess, because i arrived at 8:30 just as the penultimate band took stage. i never really caught their name, but they were decent. i guess it was their last show though.
here i should take a moment to describe the venue and the crowd. considering how high on my inspirational listening list -dtf- is right now, i was expecting beatific crowds just dying to see them. instead i found the *champion ship* venue (located next to *machine head tattoos*,) barely alive with a very young group of what appeared to be mostly hardcore kids. i thought maybe the masses were just waiting somewhere else before crawling out of the woodwork, but no, that was just all there was when dtf took stage.
and just one more side note about the crowd. i guess i haven't been to many hardcore shows, but this was one of the more curious groups i've yet seen. the mosh pit was less like a pit than a line dance. people had their own little spaces where they kicked the shit out of the air, but that heavy-hitting contact that's so lovely and quintessentially mosh-like was totally lacking. it was odd.
the place itself was brick on one side and concrete block on the other. after getting slammed into the wall at one point i decided that the show venue of the future commune should maybe go more for the psycho-ward look instead of the garage feel. you know what commune i mean.
and then...the show began. they started off with torn self off the new album, and led into master exploder. i think. well, here's what i remember anyhow: tu se morte, gates of hell, a cover of something (fire of the soul? fire and ice? i didn't recognize it); and then closed with villainy and virtue off the new album. the set was only a half-hour, which was disappointing, but they were really fantastic. words are lacking here. at a few points the crowd rushed the stage, and the total lack of security allowed several people to jump up on the stage, grab the lead singer, and sing along. several others joined in, pig-piling on top of each other in front of the stage like mad. a couple of kids did running jumps onto the backs of the others, it was nuts. and everyone sang along.
and then it was over and i was sad. but as i was driving back two things happened/occurred/were noticed. 1st: listening to opeth on the way back through lancaster county, i heard the following words: "follow your instincts, they usually take you home;" and i thought, yeah, that really cinches it. 2nd: before finishing this thought, looking out the driver side window i saw what i thought at first were just some odd-looking city lights. here's where the lancaster county ref. is relevant: lancaster opens up into huge wide fields with a correspondingly huge sky. the street lights kept getting in my way, but finally i had to pull over outside of town because i realized that yes, those lights were still there and the city wasn't. it really was the northern lights! i was psyched. the crystalline shard characteristic is one of my favorite points, and the way they shift. a couple must've been at just the right angle, because they shot halfway up to cassiopeia. but anyhow, to finish that thought, it just kinda came together for me in that moment that throwing sensibility to the wind and instinctually and methodically pursuing last minute chances is where i live most happily. home.
comments
TC - Mon 08 Nov 2004 01:25:45
Aside from that being a compelling story, with a little bit of a heart string jerker at the end... You lucky fucking bastard. I hope you didn't rent from Hertz. I hate them now. The last time I rented a car from them and enjoyed the open fields, it was with corn on the cob flying into the back seats, and orange dirt covering the car. Then, they revoked my query of extra insuance, and right now they're trying to make me pay for all the damages to their car whose's tire blew out and sent me into the damn cornfield in the first place. And yes... that too was coming back from a concert... Kid Rock, in the middle of the Badlands, with tons of crazy old biker people. Anyway... Your story is way cooler and happier in the ending, you fuck. Now take note from that, and do a little more living and a little less planning, because as John Lennon did say "Life is what happens while you're making plans." I think he was the one that said that. Eh... whatever... I'm tired as hell and going to bed now.kurtis - Mon 08 Nov 2004 15:46:54
mmm ... yes this has been my MO for years now. We live such programmed lives and I believe it to be mostly unecessary if not harmful. Good for you, and I'm gladdened you got to enjoy it.Anonymous - Mon 08 Nov 2004 17:37:10
My friend has an IV stuck in his arm, to make heroine injections easier. Is that just plain wrong, or is it just me? It's damned funny in a way, and damned sad in another. Is it planning, or is it spontaneous? I mean... you have an IV in your arm... sitting in there... so it's kinda like you're planning for the trip, more than someone just offering something. But... Must be fun times.Anonymous - Wed 10 Nov 2004 19:11:19
more like throwing instinct to the wind and sensibly pursuing chances venice rocks.DeepCerulean - Thu 11 Nov 2004 09:01:24
and she was (is?) hot...jere - Sat 13 Nov 2004 15:20:43
she definitely rocks.venice - Sat 13 Nov 2004 18:09:38
(cough)... if you'll bear with me while i wax philosophical for a minute, this seems like a good point to throw in a couple of comments. what kurtis didn't say resonates almost as much as what he did. point being that while this time blind instinct brought great good fortune, at other times i haven't enjoyed it quite so much. i make failing attempts to soften the extremes on either side, but realistically, the lows are pretty damn low when things don't work out. hours spent chasing windmills that really aren't giants can lead to some hearty rethinking of the whole process. 'maybe if i had planned this it would have turned out better' is one of the more dangerous conclusions i sometimes find myself thinking. dangerous really is the right word here too. sticking too much to planning makes jill a dull if not fatally bored girl. planning of course definitely has its place; i guess it just seems to be in short supply at this point in life. as far as instinct vs. sensibility goes though, this is one of the more tangled distinctions that i have yet to make. when are they the same thing? if anyone has gotten anywhere with this distinction in their own experiences, i hope you'll be generous enough to post...emile - Sat 13 Nov 2004 20:50:48
+1 man of lamanchavenice - Sun 14 Nov 2004 21:51:04
you get a vegan cookie next time i see you.kurtis - Mon 15 Nov 2004 13:35:55
Well as some people on this site can attest I have written volume after volume of ... well ... crap on this precise philisophical direction. I guess my take, if purified down to what I can afford to write while at work, is thus: Who really truly wants to know what is around every corner? This is along the same lines as "Who wants to live forever?". The price of being prepared for the future is knowing the future. I believe there exists more joy in the unknown than in the known, so therefore I prefer to minimize planning as much as possible. Sure you can plan a trip to Italy and plan or schedule dinners and sight seeing tours for every day you are there and you will be guaranteed to, at worst, end up never bored and at best entertained. However it's the things that you can't plan that could make the entire trip a life changing experience. Maybe unplanned you wander into some cafe and meet your soulmate or maybe you find a job and never leave or maybe you get involved in some mini-adventure that takes you up to Denmark. Who knows ... but I've found that it's the maybes in life that make it worth waking up in the morning. It's the chance, the opportunity, the risk, the potential. Over-planning removes all of that and leaves you with a dull, gray, fabricated existence free of fear and worry ... but also free of joy.heather - Mon 15 Nov 2004 14:07:46
hey girl, what's your current email address? write to heather@curiouser.org. love, hvenice - Wed 24 Nov 2004 19:54:56
hey...i wrote...but in case it was strangely filtered, you can find me at vbayrd@gmail.comTC - Sun 21 Nov 2004 13:15:02
Isn't instinct some real GUT feeling - some irrational spur of emotion that just feels like a push towards something, while sensibility is the rational recognition of facts filtered through another set of facts that leads you towards a logical decision for a course of action. Like.... Instinct would be to just jump out of the way of a moving vehicle, but sensibility would be the recognition of a vehicle coming towards you, which could and most likely will cause severe bodily damage; therefore it would be best to remove yourself from its path as soon as possible, and that removal would best be executed by jumping out of the way... I think. I think that's the difference, but I'm tired, and dirty, and just spent a whole lot of time on the road getting sexually frustrated by my friend Elizabeth who groped my ass and I never slapped hers in retaliation. I want a cookie, but not a vegan one. I want a cookie that's still warm, so the chocolate chips are all melty, because that's the only time I like eating something with chocolate in it. I want more of those enchaladas with tempe in them. Those were good. Jesus, am I slipp'n. Maybe its the syphilis. (Go rent Bubba Ho Tep)anders pearson - Sun 21 Nov 2004 15:06:45
you might enjoy reading through "tuck":http://thraxil.org/users/tuck/'s short series of posts from a couple years ago where he explores the intersection of intuition and rational thought through the perspective of his experiences with sports and full contact martial arts: * "stasis status":http://thraxil.org/users/tuck/posts/2002/05/10/stasis-status/ * "Missing Misty Mysticism":http://thraxil.org/users/tuck/posts/2002/05/12/Missing-Misty-Mysticism/ * "How? Ow! now the Nose Knows!":http://thraxil.org/users/tuck/posts/2002/05/15/How--Ow--now-the-Nose-Knows-/ * "Cry Dry Your Eye Sweet Bess":http://thraxil.org/users/tuck/posts/2002/05/17/-Cry-Dry-Your-Eye-Sweet-Bess----TBH-/anders pearson - Sun 21 Nov 2004 15:17:06
sorry, that last link is screwed up. seems to actually be a bug in textile. these are the parts of the url, you'll have to put them together yourself: http://thraxil.org/users/tuck/posts/2002/05/17/ - Cry-Dry-Your-Eye-Sweet-Bess----TBH - /anders pearson - Sun 21 Nov 2004 15:26:55
and i forgot the final part: "Part Five: Please Make Him Stop Writhing, er, Writing!":http://thraxil.org/users/tuck/posts/2002/05/20/Part-Five--Please-Make-Him-Stop-Writhing--er--Writing-/