It's hard to take it to heart

My wife made fun of me for starting this. No surprise there. She's cooler than I am.

So far today...

Cro Mags - Age of Quarrel
Pedro the Lion - It's Hard to Find a Friend
Silent Majority - Life of a Spectator
Dag Nasty - Can I Say

Whenever I listen to Pedro the Lion, I see a clear picture of Leah and I in the civic driving to the Kroger on Broad and Lombardy. I think we were on our way to go camping right after we got back together. We were listening to "Achilles Heel." Not anything crazy just a clear picture of her and I in the car together. It's the little thoughts about us that make me smile. Getting married was awesome and all, our wedding was crazy fun, but that was just one day, just one memory. Where as there are thousands of little moments that I think about everyday that make me realize why we're married.


The other thing that has set off some electronic impulses in my brain (those that do not make me think about wasting my life away in a cube) has been Silent Majority. Silent Majority makes me think about Permanent, which is in general a weird thing for me to think about. I have a ton of good memories about shows and playing, but so many more terrible ones where I felt insanely out of place and pissed off. So many times that I felt like an embarassment (and may have been sometimes). Anyway, the first memory this triggers is GregRampage and I in the car driving back from seeing Death Threat in Baltimore. This was when he first mentioned we were going to do Polar Bear Club. It was weird. Greg and I seldomly got along. But when we did, we had a lot of fun. Gibson, him, and I drinking forties (well he was drinking sparks) and lighting off fireworks in the alley behind Logan and Matt's house. Then i threw my forty at him and he threw it back and it broke and then the cop came up through the alley and we didn't get arrested. Good times. Then there was the time I got in a fight with Leah, bought a bottle of SoCo and proceeded to drink it from the bottle throughout the show in New Brunswick with Crime In Stereo and This is Hell. By the end I was wasted. Then someone put on firestorm in the van and I stumbled to the front to turn it up and accidentally kicked Greg who got pissed and punched me in the back. For some unknown reason I didn't punch him back instead I punched the van door and broke/split open my knuckles.


I'm not really sure where I'm going with this. I guess it's just crazy how such small bits of sound can have such a clear attachment to different events. Or maybe I'm just bored at work and trying to pass as much time as possible until 3:45 comes around without thinking about wasting my life away. Ugh...I hate this place.