Monday, July 1, 2013

The National, it's been emotional

It started early, 9:10 PM and they were already on stage, it wasn't even dark yet.























Squalor Victoria for a start. The beginning was beautiful but a bit cold, there was too much of a sea of love between the band and the audience, as one of the Dessner pointed out - don't remember which one.
Matt asked us to stand after Bloodbuzz Ohio. I ran. Still upstairs, but at least I had a better view. Too sad we did so only after that song.

Time to shake up things and conquer the whole stage.
















































He drinks. A lot.
























I don't remember which song this was, it was all very overwhelming.
























I particularly liked their need for audience feedback, it makes them more human and less distant, and you know they love what they're doing.
























The Dessners are cute.

























Also, Matt Berninger is a superhero.


























Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks was the best ending possible. Very touching.

























I'm left speechless, "it's been emotional" - as that film would say.


I'm not that emotional, though. There must be an axiom that reads:
"It's not a real concert if you don't see any Unknown Pleasures t-shirts." There you go.


Saturday, June 29, 2013

a year ago in Birmingham

I remember starting this blog while I was in Birmingham, and coming back here was the first thing I thought about when reminded of the anniversary.
"It's been a year". This time last year I remember struggling with my outfit, it was too hot that day. Pistachio gelato to welcome me. And Rome, again.

I feel melancholic when I think about those days, and those about to come. It gives me a lot to think about since it's been a long process I wouldn't have gone through if I hadn't gone through the Erasmus experience. I'm headed to Edinburgh in September, which adds another piece to the moving-every-year jigsaw.
I must admit I'm lost and confused. There are always a lot of people you have to leave behind, and it hurts even if you keep in touch with them. They end up being those friends you check on on your Facebook news feed every now and then and it's not the same as seeing them face to face. They become friends of memories rather than experiences.
Also, it prevents you from making plans. Who knows where I'll be next year, maybe I don't want to know.
And maybe I'll be back here in a year's time; after all I'm okay with this cruel life, the idea of settling smothers me but at the same time I can't wait to find the place where I'll be living in the future.
Maybe this incompleteness will fade away, maybe.


This was my song last year, and still applies now.

Every leaving means heading somewhere new.