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epistle log 5ive
ringing ears, spining head
yesterday was one of those days that was, for no one good reason, absolutely perfect. how did it start? well, classes are classes, but then at lunch i got the new tortoise cd (japanese import -- early birthday gift from brother graham) in the mail. it was absolutely gorgeous. so, i got a discman, my new cd, and laid outside, even after the sun had been obscured by the impending ohio river valley clouds. just to be outside, on the verge of sleep, with the everyday sounds blending oh so well with the calculated off-handedness of tortoise, feeling a gentle breeze slightly chill my skin. yeah, it was that good.
then i was off to play a 4v4 game of ultimate (barefoot, of course). nothing like a good spring day and 7 other guys to throw disc with. after dinner, we (myself and assorted others) trekked down into the heart of clifton to a house behind a tuxedo shop. to what end? the fabulous full throttle toll free goddamnmotherfucking claudia metroschifter capsule was playing. the first band was ok, the second interesting, but nothing like the schifter. wow.
so there i was, in someone's living room, a foot away from k scott ritcher as he played and sang and lived out the stories of our collective life. i am a firm believer that anyone who has been betrayed or let down or hurt by someone they love is a part of his music. i sang every word to every song they played. and he was ON: jumping splits in the air to finish songs, no jokes just smart-assed comments, and the general good nature of a band of good friends. every once in a while, our eyes would meet during a song, and there was just understanding. talk about a cathartic experience.
i relived every moment of emotional agony from the past 3 years in that room, and did it with the same smile that scott bore. it was more like a victory celebration than a dirge. for me, it stems from emotional rebirth, or growing up, or whatever has been going on. for him, it might just have been that he had a girlfriend (a very cute one, i may add. they made a nice pair, they did. if i were back in louisville, i might even know who she was. i miss the gossip of the old, tight knit scene. oh well, farewell). i understand what was behind his smile, and it is within my reach. or so i think.
or so i hope
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