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Between my hair and my shirt I am accidentally serving up some Dr. Bushroot realness. #darkwingduck #nerdreference
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Stuffed peppers 2: the saucening. Home made slow simmered tomato barbeque with spicy squash relish. Heat upon heat! #nerdreference #healthy #shaihulud
The Year of the Concert
I don't go to many concerts. And yet, last night I went to saw Punch Brothers at House of Blues and it was awesome! How can they make such amazing music from 29 strings? Who knew the mandolin could be played like that? Where can I find more men in vests playing the fiddle?
Going to concerts makes you really aware of the big impact of other individuals' seemingly small actions. For example, that super tall man may not be standing directly in front of you at the beginning of the concert. But by the end of three songs, the crowd has somehow propelled him sideways. Seriously. I'm in a mass of people. I don't feel like I’m moving. But then I notice that I can see an area of the stage that used to be blocked. It's crazy. It's Brownian motion. We are the atoms.
Useless observations aside, I have realized that I need to go to more concerts. This is kind of a big deal for me because I don't really do well in large crowds. It has taken me a while to admit that, but I feel uncomfortable in large crowds. It's not like I feel like I'm in danger. I just sort of feel overwhelmed. There's too much happening. This is one of the reasons that I try to avoid grocery stores in New York City the day before Thanksgiving. Sometimes this is unavoidable and I get through it by overly managing the job of crossing items off the shopping list. Luckily my family loves me.
But concerts! There are large crowds but that crowd has something big in common. We have the shared goal of watching this concert and jamming out to some music. Now sure, fans of bluegrass and indie pop music are not the most raucous - but who cares. This is my music and these are my people!