| No-vember, Falling Behind Halloween |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|06:48 pm] |
This post best accompanied by "Colorado" by Grizzly Bear
I threw a Halloween party with Brett and Will here at 14 Normal last night. Did you attend?
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And it was fascinating to have such a large party packed full of loved ones and strangers, nearly every single one out of their regular dress. And the big surprises of the night, as asked by surprise guest James Jennings in from traveling the world? How much I enjoyed falling to the back, like my hero Gatsby, letting the party nearly run itself. And for more detailed stories, they're better left for in person, of course.
Internally at midnight an air struck over my person. I didn't need a clock to know it was November, as my heart immediately began to sink into some lull that I cannot describe. What is November?
I don't know. I can describe how I'm currently feeling with a few key concepts:
- It sounds like "Colorado" by Grizzly Bear
- One of your best friends just moved to New York City (bittersweet)
- Feeling like you're falling behind in school
- Isolation
- Disappointment
- Struggling with big decisions
- The past
You could say this is how I feel nearly every November, possibly for different reasons.
I'm just going to put on twee-pop and ignore how I'm feeling.
Vinnie Massimino
->P.S., should you have found yourself inside 14 Normal, thanks for making it a fabulous night. |
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| A Truthful Cross-Representation of Ypsilanti (Autumn) |
[Sep. 23rd, 2009|05:21 pm] |
As as I sat and watched the season one finale of Mad Men, a refreshing breather from my supposed problems and worries, I received an unexpected buzz on my doorbell. The mail-lady, always very polite, gave me a nod and wave as she walked through the chill fall air. In my mailbox was an imported copy of the new Thom Yorke 12", Feeling Pulled Apart by Horses/The Hollow Earth.
In my Normal St. driveway is a rotting mid-eighties Chrysler with toddlers asleep in the rear seat. The presumed mother has been questioned for nearly one hour. The male counterpart has already been handcuffed and put away. I am trying to not look out of my window (or the efficiency across the hallway's) too often, but this bizarre difference in life has forced my hand to write.
I am a college student, listening to an imported record writing about this afternoon's bizarre series events. Twenty feet away are a poorish looking couple probably having their lives ruined, or at least just their day.
Ypsilanti: big city crime, small town feel.
Vinnie Massimino |
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