There is a girl... well, relatively speaking, there are many girls, but there is one girl in particular that seems to haunt the peripheries of my gig reviews over the past year and a bit. This particular girl has raven black hair, wears caked-up layers of foundation, turning her skin porcelain pale and smooth. Every time I see her - over this past year and a bit - I smile, she smiles, and we generally continue this awkward mating dance throughout the entire gig. I dont know her name, to me she only exists at the apex, when psychedelic music and prolific amounts of wine mix become the syrupy well that is the reason I do this whole damn thing. Sometimes I imagine approaching, telling her who I am, asking her who she is, explaining why I always carry a notebook and maybe mentioning that Ive written a Facebook post about her -which is, admittedly, kind of creepy. But I think I prefer her this way, knowing that at any moment I will never see her again. Never knowing her, she becomes this obsidian character, resilient to the nicks and cuts of experience that ultimately lessen our experience of the people we know - their imperfections, our imperfections projected on them. Ultimately, you might say Im just thinking too much into it - which is true - but if I didnt mention these things every now and again, all Id ever post about is smelly tofu... plus I think shes got a boyfriend, or something.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 14:20:35 +0000