Listening to: stars and sons - broken social scene
Reading: straight man - richard russo
Watching: our social life collapse.
Playing: with water.
Eating: my tongue.
Drinking: what are most probably lies.
UPDATE: nov 10. broken social scene has come and passed.
okay. okay okay okay.
it was...more amazing than words can describe. it was incredible. better than words. it was loud and cramped and hot and awkward and funny and awesome and beautiful and amazing and consuming and just...god, i love that band.
and i have such a greater appreciation for their music now. i havent been able to listen to anything else since last night.
kevin drew was just...well, he looks a lot better with shorter hair. lets just say that...and god, his voice...it was like angels. when he sang 'hotel' i thought i was being raptured. not really...but still, allow me the luxury of hyperbole for just a little while. i swear to god this was worth it.
it was...it just was. "my favourite band is a witch..."
if you ever get a chance, go see them. i promise you'll like it.
in other news, national portfolio day is sunday, and i realized i hardly have a portfolio.