Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts

Sunday, October 17, 2010

56559

jimmy

amy and i went to the house of blues on friday night to watch jimmy eat world play their songs. i always get worried right before a show by one of my favorite bands...i get afraid that this will be the show where i notice a huge drop off and i'll be super disappointed. but jimmy did not disappoint.

two thoughts on this show: watching/listening is like reading old journals...this band has been a part of my life since my freshman year of college. that's five albums, tons of downloads, and a couple of eps worth of songs. several of these songs have helped shape and define eras of life: college, post-college, colorado, marriage, boston, and a whole host of events in the midst of all those eras. as the band played songs from their entire catalogue i was transported back in time to all these eras. the band has become a soundtrack for my life, a music memory device.

the other is that this is the band that amy i share more than any other. what makes these shows so special is that jimmy has been important in both of our lives and while we both like a lot of the same artists jimmy eat world is a common language we share. and that is kind of special.

here's "goodbye sky harbor" from friday night:


Thursday, September 17, 2009

20959 Day 17

summer_reflections

today i attended a meeting debriefing the summer with all the directors from the summer camps who go to hale reservation. we had a rough summer in some respects and so i was a little apprehensive that this meeting might turn in to an "all the ways that bird street sucks" kind of event. it wasn't that at all. in fact, it was kind of affirming to hear some of the trials and tribulations that other camps had and to hear some similar complaints and feedback from other directors.

i think it will be a long time before i am able to fully process all that went on this summer. sometimes it feels like the most colossal waste of my time, and other times, like when i look back at pics like this one, it seems so fun and i get very nostalgic. i suppose the truth is somewhere in the middle of that.