| As a preface I should probably say that the Decemberists show last Saturday (April 29th, Commodore Ballroom) was moderately incredible! It even restored my faith in the Commodore as a viable venue for a decent show as my ears were not bleeding by the end of the night (a notable first)! I think I’m in love with Colin Meloy – well… not really, but if I was a girl I’m sure I would write him love letters or something ridiculous like that. We got them out for two encores! The second of which was a solo Meloy playing “Red Right Ankle”, ahhhh…. I think I cried again (as per usual with that piece). Pseudo-amorous admiration Aside, they are seriously the coolest band ever! They had a girl playing violin and singing with them all night that I am afraid I didn’t recognize but she was great and Jenny played the Accordion almost all evening! Chris Funk got the real fun thought, throughout the night he played the banjo, hammered dulcimer, glockenspiel, pedal steel guitar, mandolin and the hurdy gurdy! I so want to get a hurdy gurdy! Oh man and the bassist – in tune and arco the entire night! (Well not arco the entire night, but in tune and arco for most of it actually). I also met (or re-met, as it was, a writer who had the pleasure of interviewing Meloy for an article he wrote in terminal city – it was pretty cool to talk with him and hear his discoveries about our new favorite group.
Anyway, preface aside, I have begun to dream again of late, not that my waking life is not constantly in some subconsciously fantastic state, but I have not experienced its nocturnal counterpart very much at all this year! Last night I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Meloy and inviting him over for tea or dinner or something, with the real intent of introducing him to my instruments, most especially the brothers Ferdinand (my toy pianos) whom I am certain he would appreciate! I find myself functioning in a slightly awkward manner in these dreams startlingly close to my conscious method of function. It was not nearly so pronounced in last nights dream (only some linguistic banter) as a few nights before when I dreamed of a reunion with my dear sister, and band mate Elyse. In the dream I had not seen her for at least the summer but perhaps years, so when she came down the stairs, stopping at the first landing (the building having the character of a well lit pub/well worn scholastic hall – I do seem to remember some locked up vending stall behind you on the landing, you know bus transfers, lotto tickets and potato chips) I was so exited that I ran up to her and leaped to give her a gigantically uninhibited hug. I suppose in my imagination (once removed at this point) I thought I was a small child or something and could comfortably jump into to her arms to embrace her, however I was quick to find that the dream did not contort reality to that degree as she nearly fell over surprised and overcome by the filial enthusiasm of this six foot child. She didn’t fall over completely, just back into the barred wall of the closed vending station behind her, still upright enough so that our heads were able to collide (not too hard I don’t think, just another awkward contact). After that I think I apologized in my usually placating fashion and proceed to give her a hug that hopefully didn’t hurt nearly as much and told her that I was so glad to see her again, to which I think you replied that she loved me enormously. Aside from loving the word ‘enormously’, I thought it was rather cute or funny that I was so characteristically awkward even in my fantastic contortions of reality!
If you have never heard the Decemberists I strongly suggest going to the ‘killrockstars’ website and listening to the three MP3’s available (The Soldiering Life is my fav.) or the ‘okatu house’ site and watching their video for ‘Sixteen Military Wives' (art direction by Carson Ellis a wonderful artist whose site is also of note). You could also come over if you wished and spend some artful time with me imbibing their glorious euphony, as I have most of their records (on vinyl I might add). |
