Infiltrated

Approximately 10:30 pm, I turned my light off and Beans joined me for our nightly spooning. Before I was completely out I felt her jump out of bed like she was after something which I sleepily ignored and passed out.

Four hours of uninterrupted sleep later at approximately 2:30 am I have the same feeling of Beans leaping out of bed, this time it was accompanied with a struggle?! As I turned on my light ready to see Beans with a bug or moth I saw something different. To my horror, it was a huge black BAT! Fuck, shit, damn, I quickly jump up and start to panic, what do I do, what do I do, I need to find something to trap it with. The perfect bat cage doesn’t appear and my window of opportunity had closed because the motherfucker took flight. I screamed and dropped to the ground grabbing my giant pillow as a shield and head cover. I run out of my room and close the door trapping him inside.

Downstairs I gather all the necessary bat catching equipment: a trash bag, a broom, a hand towel (later I upgraded to a full size towel) and of course a hat. Armed and ready I go back upstairs and crack the door, what I see can only be compared to as bat NASCAR. Vroom he flies by, vroom he flies by, I close the door and compose myself, I’m going in.

This time when I crack the door there was nothing; I open it wider, still nothing. Good, this is going to be easy; he has obviously landed now I just have to throw a towel over him and tada back to bed! After combing the entire room with no bat to be found, I was too exhausted to keep looking. It was a little after 3:30am when I decided I was going back to bed with the rogue bat still lurking. (I did of course keep my hat on)

Thirty minutes later the green flag was flashed and the race was back on. I flicked on the light and pulled my covers up so only my eyes were out as I watched him fly around and around. He dipped and dived and I was desperate for him to land and give me a chance to capture him. After taking a couple more laps around my room he did and I thought I saw the area where he was. However, when I got up and looked he had vanished once again the sneaky little cock nose!

I went back to bed ready for the same scenario to play out. Ten minutes later it did, the only difference was this time I had left my bedroom door open and he made a left and flew out. I was about to follow, broom and towel in hand, when I had a better idea… I closed my door. F. this! I’m going to bed.

do you feel it?

eyes closed, music on... taking in the words of the song playing in the background... questioning who sings it and wondering how they know what’s happening in my life. I sit and think of my past years in terms of music one good song after another. It takes me back to the days of MySpace because the majority of the songs were on my profile. I always picked music to represent what was happening or what I was feeling at the time. Music will always be my escape.

I have been to more shows in the past eight months than I’ve been to in years. Some bands I really wanted to see (Gomez, Company of Thieves, Foster the People, Mumford and Sons) others I hadn’t much heard of and loved (Future Islands, St. Vincent) and then there was a few I could have done without (Bootsy Collins, in my defense, I was trying to keep the funk alive). Whenever someone comes out to preform in a full-on sequins red suit with matching star shaped glasses the outcome can never be good.

At the Future Islands show, I was an outsider. I didn’t know any of the music save one song and I just stood watching all the hipsters in their outrageous outfits, reacting to the beat of the music. As the first song opened I watched a young girl cry in pure elation to the show beginning. I will admit the lead singer was VERY intense and a great performer. I was just in awe of how his music moved not just one but many girls to tears. I have attached a video we (as in we, I mean Gabe) took while there. Start it around 2:45 and watch him look through your soul, you may cry...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MteLUiO65Lk&feature=plcp

My favorite thing other than the music itself is witnessing someone “feeling” the music. It may be confused as a convulsion because that is exactly what it looks like. The music has invaded their soul and they can’t control their body. Thrusts, shakes, sways, maybe even a little drool happening ALL AT ONCE. I catch myself starring in awe, amazed and mesmerized by the body movement. I never judge because I never know when I am going to let the music invade my soul.

Eyes closed, music on…


For those who are interested below is my life to music...

Fiona Apple “Not about Love”
Iron and Wine “Trapeze Singer”
Regina Spektor “Samson”
Fergie “Big Girls don’t cry”
Angus and Julia Stone “Mango Tree”
Postal Service “Such Great Heights”
Wintersleep “Ghost”
Missy Higgins “Where I stood”
Emiliana Torrini “Jungle Drum”
Kate Nash “Mouthwash”
Ben Cooper “Ghost Town”