my body is pissed off and protesting this new rock ‘n roll lifestyle. i think everything i own hurts in some way, shape, or form, and my system is begging for a vegetable. it’s a lot harder to be 23 than i remember. my 32-year-old ass has not shaken so much since well, i was probably 23.
but man was it worth it. it was the weekend that i needed in so many ways. i feel a little bit like the phoenix who has risen from the ashes.
i was telling my friend Smel earlier this weekend that there has been some sort of unconnectedness in the universe. i had been feeling like i was walking through the world, but me, the me behind my eyes was floating three-paces behind and operating on a 30 second time delay.
but thank god for rock and roll, it has brought me back down to earth and i feel like i’m inhabiting my body again. and right now, the only thing this body wants is a damn nap. i never napped when i was 23.
“it’s a lot harder to be 23 than i remember. my 32-year-old ass has not shaken so much since well, i was probably 23.”
Try being 42. After this weekend I’ll need a month to recuperate. Oh wait, I’ll be doing it again Thursday at the Pixies.
wow Hud, you’re hardcore and perhaps my brand new hero. think of me when they play ‘this monkey’s gone to heaven.’ or whatever the real name of the song is.
I will scream out a loud “Jodi Will Dare” at that point of the show.
This has been a tiring month – five trips to Minneapolis from my humble little town in South Dakota (Twins/Yankees, Rock For Karl, Wilco/Camper Van Beethoven, Paul, and the Pixies). And without the pharmaceuticals that got me through those four hour drives in the late 80’s!