It's 1:35am right now and I've been thinking about writing since midnight, so I've finally given in. Plenty of thoughts have dug through my mind. Digging deeper, thinking about others complexly, tragedy, dialogue, etc etc etc.
The Mountain Goats concert.
Maggie is cool, we happen to send each other memes on a regular basis and watch shows about horror stories that are solidly American. One of our favorite bands happen to be a group named... The Mountain Goats. For months we knew that they were coming to
and Maggie was oh-so-cool and bought me a ticket to this wondrous event. And so we went.
The two of us had a few songs that we really extremely definitely hoped they would play.
Guys, I can't even begin to tell you how perfect this show was. One of my favorite things about TMG's music is the complexity to the lyrics and the fantastic guitar. Some songs hit hard, some are pure beauty, and some are just plain fun.
Please enjoy this pixelated POV shot.
I can pin-point the day that Maggie and I began our mutual obsession. As procedure (as I am a license-less person with epilepsy) she was driving and I was playing music in the passenger seat. I played No Children, and the two of us perfectly belted this song.
Now, as they made their way through the set we heard some of our absolute favorites.
"The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again."
"Squint your eyes and hope real hard... maybe sprout wings."
"Insert all of the lyrics to lakeside view apartment suite here"
And after preforming a whole lot of music- seventeen songs- The Mountain Goats called it a night with Game Shows Touch Our Lives- "People say friends don't destroy one another, what do they know about friends?"
And friends, thus began one of the greatest gifts I've been given. The opportunity to see a five-song encore.
Maggie and I made it a point to enjoy ourselves. Dancing, singing, soaking everything in. We got the chance to hear the words "I am going to make it through this year if it kills me" live.
The last song played? The same one that started us on the track that got us to where we were in that very moment.
"And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and I never come back to this town again."
We left with matching t-shirts in our hands and a gift.
We got to hear music with so much weight and beauty live. We got to do that.
Thank you, John.