Staying Classy

This past weekend I was in Minneapolis visiting my boyfriend, but this time there was more on the itinerary than watching The Simpsons and eating at Seward Cafe. 

For months I had my calendar marked - November 4th Sibelius.

Before meeting Nathan I had never heard of Finnish super genius/total romantic/alcoholic composer Jean Sibelius.
Also before meeting him I used to pluralize "anyway" every time I said it.
I'm a better person in so many ways for meeting this man.

 

such a babe

 

my second favourite pose

 

gross

 

seriously amazing seats

turns out I like harps and am not a huge fan of xylophones

I can't pretend to understand this music anymore than I can pretend I know anything about rap, so I'll spare the half ass attempt to describe what it was like or what was good or bad about it. It was just beautiful, absolutely beautiful.

So far in 2011 I have gone to the opera for free and seen the a Symphony Orchestra for $15. There are barely 2 months left in the year - can I squeeze in a ballet to round it all out?

If anyway can score me seats to the Joffrey let me know!

I Don't Love You

Warning: This blog post is not about a local Chicago all friend garage rock band.

I rarely use this blog to talk about anything personal, especially when it doesn't pertain to music, but as I was laying in Savasana today in yoga I couldn't stop thinking about Kim Kardashian, and it was pissing me off. I'm supposed to be relaxed in Corpse Pose; it's my absolute favourite part of class, but there I was thinking about how stupid the world is.

1) Why is her divorce news in the first place?

 2) Why do I even care?

Asides from the obvious disgust about the astronomical amount of money spent on the wedding (Estimated at 10 million.  Just to put that in perspective, that sum could have built 200 schools in poor countries around the world for kids who desperately want an education Nicholas D. Kristof) I am more disgusted by the state of the word love.

Last night I read Ms. Kardashian's public apology to fans (fans of what?) about her separation after a lousy 72 days. In the cliche packed, totally soulless, rantings of a woman, who is probably a functioning illiterate, I read, "I love with all of my heart and soul" and " I believed in love and the dream of what I wanted so badly".

How can you possibly love someone with all your heart and soul and then dump them less than 3 months later? And it's not just her. I can attest to using this word incorrectly on a number of occasions, but I have made an effort to never let that happen again.  Saying I love you is too easy these days.  

 

I love you is, and should be, the ultimate. There can't be I love you lots, or I love you more.  It has also become a lazy way of expressing how you feel.  I have been in a relationship for over a year now and have not said I love you once. I've said things like, "I love your face" because I definitely do.  It's a great face, and I also love looking at it, but I have not uttered those 3 words to him.  There is a simple explanation. I don't love him. He doesn't love me. It's fine. 

 

In the past I would have (and always did) jump the gun on that phrase. In my ignorant youth I may have said it within weeks of starting a new relationship.  Confusing love and lust is easy and forgivable when you're 19.  I even confused it at 23 when I got married (possibly a less forgivable mistake).  But Kim Kardashian, at 31 (according to her wikipedia - I think she looks much older) should have learned by now.  Yet from reading her apology note to the internet (the internet being the most saddened by the news of the divorce) I can't help but feel like she hasn't learned a thing.  She'll be dating some other dude within a month and telling him she loves him too...with all her heart and soul.

Change of Season

The last time I was dumped I was 19. My skater boyfriend totally broke up with me at a party while we were wasted, and I freaked out. Some how I punched my best friend in the face before being thrown into a car against my will and driven home because I was a sobbing/screaming/punching mess. Last night I was dumped by what felt like 4 boyfriends all at once. 

For anyone who had asked me in the past few months how things with Summer Girlfriends was going inevitably got an earful about how much I had a hated being around a bunch of passive aggressive vaginas normal girls all the time (Caitlin excluded).  That being said, I did love playing music with them and eating pizza every week.  I always thought we were having fun.  If I learned anything from this experience it is that I shouldn't be in an all girl band, and that I should actually learn how to play a guitar. 

I assure you, this is NOT the last band I will be kicked out of :)

Bad Dreams

WE HAVE A SONG!!!! LISTEN HERE!

progress: 9 months later

Back in January I posted THIS - look how far I've come! 

(This picture is misleading; I still totally suck)

Wavves

Yesterday when I was jogging home from my huge 2-lap run around Palmer Square I RAN into my friend Jacob from California. Turns out he's the drummer for Wavves these days - clearly I have not been facebook stalking Jacob enough. 

Anyway, I couldn't pass up a chance to see him play, so even though I had very important plans of sitting in sweatpants watching Breaking Bad on Netflix all night, I went to the show.

I want to hate Wavves: It's moronic (Nathan's favourite word), that kid acts like a little bitch, and he looks like an ex-boyfriend of mine circa 2001. Yet, it was a great show and it was super fun. Damn!

Falkor put it best this morning as we reflected on our fun had at the show, "Wavves is this generations Blink 182." It's true. It's totally true.

best photo I could take of Jacob with my iPhone

This video rules - One day I hope fans make awesome Home Improvement videos of Summer Girlfriends' songs.

Nones

Last week I went to the Empty Bottle (shocking) to see The Vivian Girls (also shocking). We managed to get there early enough though to see the local openers Nones.  I had never heard of them before, but recognized Sara Jean drumming so I knew they were a Chicago band. Even though they had my least favourite instrument, the fucking horrible saxophone, they totally ruled, and I cannot wait to see them again...maybe even play a show together?

 

Nones 

Penis/Saxophone