Wednesday, May 11th, 2005
There Is No Sanctuary
“We’ve got a runner!”
Today, I mark the end of my third decade and start the fourth. Which now that I read back over it, makes me sound even older than I am. But yeah, it’s my 30th birthday and I’m surprisingly okay with it. If you talked to me about it four or five months ago, I was damn near freaking out. I was making all these absurd, “things I must accomplish before I turn 30” lists that, well, I didn’t really get anywhere with. I was certain that a full-on third-life crisis was in the offing (I’d already had a quarter-life crisis a few years back) and that I’d have quit my job to go work as a distant early warning station janitor up on Baffin Island or something (while still managing to blog daily).
And yet here I am, same job, new old apartment, bascially staying the same course as I’ve been on for the last few years. Am I at peace now or have I just given up? Not sure, but I sleep fine at night so whichever it is, it can’t be all bad. My life is completely unlike what I would have imagined it to be ten years ago, but then again I probably wasn’t very imaginative. No, again you can probably take that in both a positive and negative sense. Things I had taken for granted have turned out to be far more elusive than I ever would have thought, and yet I’ve also done things I couldn’t have even imagined in my salad days. Overall evaluation at the three-decade mark? Not bad, much room for improvement. Possibly a social idiot savant. Poor penmanship.
Anyway, this is turning into a LiveJournal entry so I’ll turn the naval-gazing off for now. Henceforth, I will concentrate on perfecting the various “old man” personas. Grumpy old man, dirty old man, etc. “You damn kids and your music!” Yes, that’ll do nicely.
And I know that in the original Logan’s Run the cut-off age was 18, not 30. Screw you, man.
Oh, and if anyone wants to come out, I think I’ll be heading to Pop Noir this Saturday night at Lot 16 out by Queen and Dufferin. I’ve never been but I hear it’s a good time. Not that it really matters as I intend to be moderately drunk off my face.
The used CD gods were smiling on me yesterday as I turned up copies of Husker Du’s Flip Your Wig, which I’ve been looking for for well over a year now, and the first British Sea Power album which I’ve only been seeking for maybe a month, but was happy to find damn cheap. And I picked up Explosions In The Sky’s The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place new for good measure, ’cause a friend lent it to me for a week and damn it’s good.
Another day, another Mountain Goats link from Largehearted Boy (Thanks for the birthday wishes, David!). Today, a piece in New City Chicago and a Q&A with Nerve. They talk about sex, pornography and children (but not in combination with each other!). It’s kinda weird. Come to Lee’s Palace tonight to see the Goats make their Toronto debut! And buy me a drink. It’s my birthday.
Some show announcements – miserablist popsters Eels will be at the Phoenix on June 25 with a string section in tow to plug their latest double-album opus, Blinking Lights And Other Revelations.
And if you like your 70s revival to be equal parts prog and Southern rock, then the Secret Machines/Kings Of Leon tour should be as much fun as, um, some suitably relevant 70s reference. I was working on something involving the General Lee and the Starsky & Hutch-mobile, but it just didn’t come together. That tour hits the Kool Haus on August 3.
Natalie Portman is bald. Darlin’ don’t you go and cut your hair, do you think it’s gonna make him change?
np – British Sea Power / The Decline Of British Sea Power