mood: isolated music: 'schizophrenia' by sonic youth

ahh. now that i'm back at home and hell of a lot less distracted (not that i really focus that much anyways), i can go into more detail about my concert experience.

yes, 2 of my friends and i really did spend 7 hours listening to 7 bands. we missed the first one because they were on a different stage that we didn't know the location of at the time. the bands were as follows: Scarling, Mogwai, Head Automatica, The Rapture, The Cooper Temple Clause, Interpol, Cursive, and The Cure, in that order and alternating between two stages. i'd have to say that my favorite sets of the day were from The Cooper Temple Clause, Interpol, and The Cure, but you can hardly count them, because they have 20 years worth of hits and about 2 hours in which they played nearly all of them. Nevertheless, the way they played 'one hundred years' was utterly pristine.

as the cure was finishing up their second encore, we made our way out of the stands in a measly effort to avoid parking lot travesty, which, might i add, happened anyway. but i digress. we were standing above the stadium style seats when out of nowhere some punk gi.rl in a s.ex pistols shirt comes up to me, puts her hand on my chest, moves her face close to mine and says, 'i love your hair,' before disappearing into the huge crowd. something similar happened to me about a month ago at the bank. i was walking back to my car when a middle-aged woman passed by and said to me, 'i like your hair,' in a completely monotone way. now my hair is like a combination of bruce lee's bowl and alex james from blur, only without a celebrity stylist. i don't think it's worth much if any at all recognition, and on top of that i've never known punk gi.rls to be quite so sincere and bubbly anyways, at least not the one's at a cure concert. still, though, my friends were adamant about assuring me that it was a valid compliment on both occasions, which would be the polite thing for them to say, but despite all the egofuel they've supplied for me, i can't seem to shake the suspicion that i was being mocked. either way, i can't say i don't enjoy a bit of attention every now and then.

all in all, it was a shining experience, and a good way to top of the summer before returning to the horrible schedule of school. speaking of which, the afternoon before, the two that went to the concert, one other that was supposed to, and i officially became 'big brothers' to a group of 7 freshmen. our introduction was probably equal amounts of weirding them out, sharing our timeless knowledge of the campus, and pure unadulterated hilarity. you see, i have a very unconventional pool of friends. the four of us are always around each other, fueling each others' eccentricity. i think it'll take the freshmen a few weeks to get used to our hijinks.

one last thing that i was just thinking. this post has a lot to do with my friends. now, if you've read a few of my earlier posts, you know that i am of an asian background. having said that, do you assume that my friends are asian too? i honestly don't blame you if you do; stereotypes are everywhere, and unless you're aware of them and still persist, i don't hold it against you in any way. it's probably just me obsessing again, this time around. my friends come from lots of different ethnic backgrounds, but for some random reason there seems to always be traces of italian so many of my closest acquaintances. it gives me that little bit of spunk i guess. (see, stereotype right there!)

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