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Going to a Bloc Party
Jun. 10th, 2005 09:47 pmI was at work today, rather uninterested in anything as I'm anticipating the weekend.
Claudine, our very hip, young, tall, skinny nubian goddess (can I call her that?) came over to talk and I had to ask her, "What the heck are you doing here?" I knew that after work the day before she and some of her friends had gone to Dallas to see Block Party at the Gypsy Tea Room.
Claudine and I have bonded a little just by the fact that I'm the only person in the office who knows what she's talking about when she starts talking about music. You probably couldn't pick two different people, but yet there's this odd connection. She was one of several people from the office to go to Austin City Limits festival last year, but she was the only one who was talking more about the music than the heat. We two are the only two, besides Screaming Amy, who's at Bonnaroo this weekend, who will be going back this year.
Claudine was showing off her iPod mini to one of my associates the other day as we were both trying to sell him on the gadget, and John was going through the artist list. John, more of a country music fan, read some of the lit aloud, and as I nodded my head to The Kills, The Decemberists, The Arcade Fire and a host of other bands that sometimes start with "The" rolled by. Claudine was pleased that i knew them while others around us were baffled.
Trust me, I'm by no means a music guru or anything. Name a dozen R&B or Hip-Hop artists, and you'd probably lose me, but I have been known to know more music than the average guy.
I know that Claudine is very into music, and is always upset that Houston doesn't have a hipper scene. there is no Deep Ellum, no Austin type vibe here, so she often feels out of it, and a bit lost. Of course she came from LA, so I guess she thinks that Houston's a bit backwater. In reality Houston is just blue collar.
Still, here was Claudine, back from her trip to Dallas, seeing the band she's been raving about for the last few weeks. she then proceeds to tell me that they spent time after the show with the band hanging out for a few hours.
Then they drove back.
Claudine had come back to work without even hitting the bed, and she kind of looked it. I'm not quite sure that I would, or even could do something like that. I tend to push it when I do my late night drives back from Dallas, but I've never pushed it so hard that I've gone into the office without at least a few hours of sleep. I don't even think could attempt that anymore, and that's for a love of a good man, not a band.
Hmm, what do you sacrifice yourself for?
Claudine, our very hip, young, tall, skinny nubian goddess (can I call her that?) came over to talk and I had to ask her, "What the heck are you doing here?" I knew that after work the day before she and some of her friends had gone to Dallas to see Block Party at the Gypsy Tea Room.
Claudine and I have bonded a little just by the fact that I'm the only person in the office who knows what she's talking about when she starts talking about music. You probably couldn't pick two different people, but yet there's this odd connection. She was one of several people from the office to go to Austin City Limits festival last year, but she was the only one who was talking more about the music than the heat. We two are the only two, besides Screaming Amy, who's at Bonnaroo this weekend, who will be going back this year.
Claudine was showing off her iPod mini to one of my associates the other day as we were both trying to sell him on the gadget, and John was going through the artist list. John, more of a country music fan, read some of the lit aloud, and as I nodded my head to The Kills, The Decemberists, The Arcade Fire and a host of other bands that sometimes start with "The" rolled by. Claudine was pleased that i knew them while others around us were baffled.
Trust me, I'm by no means a music guru or anything. Name a dozen R&B or Hip-Hop artists, and you'd probably lose me, but I have been known to know more music than the average guy.
I know that Claudine is very into music, and is always upset that Houston doesn't have a hipper scene. there is no Deep Ellum, no Austin type vibe here, so she often feels out of it, and a bit lost. Of course she came from LA, so I guess she thinks that Houston's a bit backwater. In reality Houston is just blue collar.
Still, here was Claudine, back from her trip to Dallas, seeing the band she's been raving about for the last few weeks. she then proceeds to tell me that they spent time after the show with the band hanging out for a few hours.
Then they drove back.
Claudine had come back to work without even hitting the bed, and she kind of looked it. I'm not quite sure that I would, or even could do something like that. I tend to push it when I do my late night drives back from Dallas, but I've never pushed it so hard that I've gone into the office without at least a few hours of sleep. I don't even think could attempt that anymore, and that's for a love of a good man, not a band.
Hmm, what do you sacrifice yourself for?
