Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Winner, Winner

Somehow I stumbled on a contest for free concert tickets so I entered the contest. Fully forgetting about it until a few weeks later when I get an email telling me I had won two free tickets to go see the artist Marco Benevento. Huzzah.

Only problem, I had never heard of the artist before and can't recall entering the contest, but eh, why not.

So I went and listened to some of Mr. Benevento's music.

Confirming the music was not just good, but also very much of my interest I now had only one problem to solve. I needed a date. I went to my go to music date for this one: the New Yorker. He and I had become good friends and doing random shows seemed to be a thing we were very into. So I asked him if he could join me and he said yes. I explained to him the basic outline of the events that unfolded and resulted in free tickets. He countered with meeting for lunch and drinks at a Korean place in town that had a very strange name, but was a very good place.

We ate Korean fried chicken and checked out the cute Korean waitresses as we ate. It was an amusing dinner. Neither of us knew what to expect for the show, but we got there early, and got seats on these big sofas as we waited. The lighting was interesting. The crowd was amusing. The New Yorker was buying drinks. Marco did not have an opening act, but he came out prepared to bring a circus level of amusement show. It was actually fantastic.

He music borders on being folky with a touch of alternative. But his energy on stage was absolufuckinglutely dynamic. Hands down he presented one of the best live shows I've ever seen and is someone that will certainly go on my concert watch list for the future. So thank you to whatever concert gods I pleased that allowed me to score some free tickets to the show.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

She Wants Revenge

Moving, at least for the time would keep.

While traveling I got a notice from the concert tool I use to track who is touring that She Wants Revenge was doing a ten year anniversary tour, I spent a little too much money for a VIP ticket so I could go upstairs and see the band from the balcony. I'd also get in before the rest of the guest and, my gods, SHE WANTS REVENGE.

I've been a fan every since I heard the opening refrain of Tear You Apart.

I got as gothed up as I wanted to be for the show, which is fairly gothed up. I wore lace and I'm fairly sure my bra and stockings were visible beneath. My Docs were dirty from trips but I didn't care.

10 years.

It seems almost impossible that it was 10 years, but ten years. The first time I heard the band was in 2006. I recall discovering them from eMusic, where I was a subscriber. The must was suggested and it was perfect for me. It described that moment, in 2006 that I was living through.

Here I was ten years later. My moment was certainly different, yet the music was perfectly appropriate. The music still manages to describe my time, my now, my reality. In some ways, I'm even more in touch with the music now than I was then, with distance, with age, with understanding of how much power I have to embrace my own life, my own choices, and my own truth unapologeticly. This is the biggest gift of now.

The opening act was an assortment of angry pretty young things.

She Wants Revenge was fucking magical. Afterwards I traveled down to the stage and asked Justin, who was packing his own gear, if I could have the set list.

"Your music helped me through a really dark time. Thank you."

He nodded, distracted, smiled, handed me the list.

New York was hot and steamy that night and seemed to match my mood, elated, hot, steamy.

Monday, March 20, 2017

After Paris, I start to Wonder

With all the melancholy I did really started to think, and I realized that there were some things that I now knew that I would need to act on in order to be happy and content with what I was doing with my life.

New York was making me miserable.

I was unhappy with my life in New York because I wasn't really living in the city. I was just existing.

The friends I needed were to far away.

I loved my job.

I had to figure out how to balance the first and the last thing, especially after a location change made getting to and from work harder and harder for me to do. After some talking, some negotiating, a lot of interviewing, and a lot of early mornings and late nights, I managed two things.

The ability to work remotely from Chicago would be a thing.

I could move back home.

I could move back home.

And I could keep my job, in fact, my job would be even would require more travel, it would keep my life very busy. This was part of the change I would need to make things workout in my life. It wasn't the only change but it would be a start and so I took it, and began the preparations to move yet again.

Pondering this, I realized that I am consistent in my life. I have, since 1995, moved at least every two years into a new location, if not in the same city, or same country, but moving either way. And here I would be again, moving on top of all the other changes.