As though loading my entire apartment into a 4" x 8" trailer wasn't enough, Mags single-handedly pulled off the best going-away party I have ever been to. And I'm not just saying that because it was mine. What other party have you ever been to where you got to wear a pineapple hat and listen to one of your favorite musicians sing for you? It was one of those times where I sat back and looked around and thought, "Wow. This is perfect. I couldn't ask for anything else."
Mags: Tetris Genius/Champion Packer, Goddess of Chocolate Cake, Physics Teacher Extraordinaire
Mags is a Tetris genius. This is evidenced in the ridiculously mathematical accuracy she employed in packing my U-haul in Boston. In fact, while trying to dig something out of a buried box inside the U-haul, I removed ten or twelve items from the U-haul and discovered that there was no way to put them back in. I don't know how she did it. I'm serious. My bike came out and it won't go back in. I found the nylons I was looking for, but now the innards of the U-haul are barfed all over the floor of my friends' garage, where the stupid vehicle is being temporarily housed. Mags, I need you to draw me a diagram.
Our plans had been to meet and greet at Mags' place in Somerville for some noshing and then head to the Lizard Lounge to see my favorite local band play. They had returned from a long trip far away and it had been six months since my last show. Their music had been feeding me on a daily basis until they left in January, and I was starved for it. There were about 20 of us, ready to leave for the show, when I received news that there had been a screw up at the club and the show was postponed.
This was terrible news -- not only from the selfish disappointment of not seeing one of my favorite musicians perform before I left the East Coast, but also because I knew how much that show meant to him. I was crestfallen. If I had a crest, it would have been on the floor. You know, if I were a cockatiel or something.
But he played anyway. In Mags' living room. We cleared the furniture and I got to hear my favorite songs acoustic, live on the couch. When he played the Shower Song, I cried... somewhere along the line that song started making me cry every time I heard it, which became a problem when seated in a crowded bar. It's never a sad cry though -- it's always the kind where my heart is so full I feel like I'm going to explode. It represents every flawless breath of synchronicity in this universe that keeps me going day to day.
Then Mags made me eat chocolate cake with Power Puff Girls on top, "We'll Miss U" spelled out in M&M's, and everyone went home happy.
That's a good question. I'm not sure why.
Me and Mon Frere.
Paivi (are you really my roommate?!) & Ahmed
Dan & Steph
P.S. 'Waltz #2' just came on in the cafe as I'm finishing this -- in the place where I make no mistakes. Thank you, Elliott Smith. XO Please pause for a moment of silence.
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no live band pics???