i'm just findin' my groove, gettin' my groove on . . .

wow, it's been quite a while since i posted. well, went to voodoo yesterday and it was awesome. i was nervous going in, as my last concert experience turned out to be . . . enh . . . not so good. but everything turned out all right. the polyphonic spree rocked. sonic youth rocked. cypress hill rocked. the pixies rocked. green day rocked. and, last but not least of course, the fucking beastie boys . . . rocked. saw a lot of people i know, of course, and the weather was beautiful. thanks.

the only thing i kept thinking, though, was "breton should be here . . ."

i've been thinking a lot lately about memory and experience. a memory is a real experience, yes, but it doesn't give the same emotional satisfaction as an event, ever. everyone always says cliche shit like "if you have good memories of someone, then they will always be with you." well, i sure haven't figured out how to make that work. when do we get to the place where memories can soothe?