“Let’s Pretend We Don’t Exist”
No, I’m not being an emo kid, but yes, that’s a song (a poppy song mind you). A couple of weekends ago I escaped to New Orleans. New Orleans, yep. I haven’t been to New Orleans since the Jazz & Blues Fest in ’04. So, I didn’t know what to think the city would be like. What did I see? A lot of people and maybe three uprooted trees.
On Saturday morning I was up at the radio station recording our second installment of ‘Just So You Know.’ We did it with alum Chris Jay on what he’s doing at the Robinson Film Center (dedicated to showing classic, foreign, and independent films). It ended up being shorter than the last one at about 8 minutes.
At 9am, Alysia and I left for the Big Easy. We stayed at her friend’s house and trolled around town for a few hours before the show. Now here’s something cool. We ended up at this coffee shop called Zotz - I think. There were a lot of hippie-yuppie-rocker-goth kids there. I was stoked. You don’t see these kinds of people in Arkansas or Shreveport for that matter. Good coffee there too. And good service. So we stayed on our feet and walked through the shops (Budhist, antiques, and music). I bought my little sister some magnets. They’re of the theme: “Throw rocks at boys! They have cooties.” I’m guessing she’ll like it. There weren’t a ton of things I had money for.
At 8pm the real point of why we came to New Orleans popped up. We were here for music and a concert did we get. My favorite band:
Of Montreal. That’s the band’s name. They’re from Athens, GA. They’re a really different band. Electro-pop lyrical group. Really Loud. No no. LOUD. There you go. I danced and danced (or maybe it was a weird-kid mosh). I danced so much that, in fact, I cramped my right foot, but I kept on dancing. Yeah, so this has caused me to be sore for three days after. My whole body has been just – well you know. I’m definitely not complaining either, because almost anyone would agree with me on seeing amazing shows. They happen, but when they really happen it is truly amazing. It’s something to cramp out your foot over.
