keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Sunday, May. 28, 2006 - 11:04 am >>
sunday mourning + low show + reason about season

although i wasn't as bad as you, or maybe because of this mere fact, i still wanted to be friends with you. and now that the parcel's about to land on the shoreline of where you're headed, for god knows how long, i feel that it is only appropriate that i brood all day to the music of season, the band i got to know via a free cd i picked up just the other day from the about-to-close-down record store, where i last saw you you and i had a fight, and where i still dropped by from time to time, just to be around your crummy soon-to-be-no-more neighbourhood, although you never stopped by. like you said, and i'll probably never forget that, some things don't have a point.

and the point of this entry? i don't know. i haven't seen you in weeks and you didn't even call, or write before you left this city you were so so sick of, (if you'd already left at all) and that makes me sad. but i'll be okay. because i am seeing low, my favourite band ever, next friday and that's going to make me forget everything about music (overrated bullshit) canada (although i've never been) boys (they don't know) friends (that never call) fling by built to spill (which will always be linked to my memory of you) and in particular canadian boys (singular really but o, who cares).

so yes, i am most excited about low, and i'm ambivalent about your silent departure. i think i need a new friend to sing indie anthems with. singing black cab and pocketful of money on the street was heaps fun. but i don't mind if you forget me. i've made enough apologies and now i'm tired of the mourning.