His Highness the Dali Lama is speaking at Harvard. When I left work at 5:00 yesterday, there were people already waiting in line. Tickets went on sale this morning at 9:00. Kids had sleeping-bags and tents, rolling dreamy-eyed into the dirty Square morning and taking their places in line. We knew there would be a mob. But at least it's a peaceful mob. There are thousands of them. There's an element of the Lemming Syndrome, I'm sure. Half of them probably don't even know what they're in line for. They'll get up to the ticket window and be sorely disappointed. "This isn't for the Madonna concert?!"
Someone just suggested pulling the fire alarm to see what would happen to the thousands of people waiting in line who would have to relocate to make room for the fire engines. I think that would be an entertaining experiment.
So I'm a Harvard student now. Classes start next week. I was able to go to CVS and buy back to school supplies, which I haven't done in a long time. I even got a Spongebob Squarepants pencil case and some new Bic disposable #2's in turquoise. I'm using my tuition waiver to take "Celtic Paganism" which got a raised eyebrow from my manager who had to sign my registration form. I figure I spent four years taking shit I didn't care about just to get to the good stuff. So now I'm just taking the good stuff.
Another fabulous testament to fall: Au Bon Pain is now serving Harvest Pumpkin soup again. Need I say more?
And I can't wait until summer is over so everyone can put their clothes back on. I've seen enough toe rings and pink butterfly tattoos for one season.
I'm already rolling around in the fallness of it. To make matters that much sweeter, I am currently holding tickets to a dozen shows for which I have to down pills so I can sleep at night. It's like the night before Christmas.
And ooooh the pain of being torn between two sources of absolute, total, and uncompromised love: today is my dearest, sweetest friend Ruby's birthday party at her Cambridge cottage by the riverside. And Andrew Bird is playing with Josh Ritter at the Paradise. The pain. The torture. The temptation! There are ethics involved, my friends.
I was pleased as punch to hear that Josh Ritter's new album was released at number two on the Irish charts. And he sold out New York in several venues. Go Josh! I've always had a soft spot for him in my heart. He is not afraid.
Forty-two days till the Death Cab for Cutie shows.
I had a full-blown heart attack when I discovered that my longtime darlings Jump, Little Children are playing with Howie Day. I thought I'd avoid the whole skank-a-thon that Avalon in Boston promises to be so I got tickets to see them at Lupo's Heartbreak Hotel in Providence. Plus Built to Spill is playing in Boston the same night as the skank-a-thon and I'd choose ornery indie rock boys over a fleet of navels and ponytails any day.
I am slotted for the following, which I highly recommend you all attend:
- 9/21 Andrew Bird -- The Space, Hamden CT
- 9/26 Nada Surf -- Middle East, Cambridge
- 9/28 Howie Day and Jump, Little Children -- Lupo's, Providence
- 9/29 & 9/30 Built to Spill -- Paradise, Boston
- 10/4 The Fly Seville -- TT the Bear's, Cambridge
- 10/9 Calexico and the Frames (!!!!) -- Paradise, Boston
- 10/16 Iron and Wine -- TT's, Cambridge
- 10/24&25 Death Cab for Cutie (I worship thee, Ben Gibbard) -- MidE
I'm not sure I can make it through the Iron and Wine show. I'm debating going. The depth of emotion makes me puke.
In other news, I'm gearing up for a knock-down drag-out Halloween Bash this year. I hosted a Harvest Party last year because I didn't want to compete with some big Halloween engagements in the area, but this year it's mine all mine. I've already started working on my costume. It involves live snakes.
And pumpkins for all,.
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