Every Day Is Like Sunday

I really need to get interested in doing laundry today, but looking outside, all I feel like doing is laying down on the couch and watching the Extras dvd I rented from Netflix. This morning's view has the look of...I don't know, just dread-like everyone outside is staring down at their shuffling feet as they struggle to get from one place to another, struggling to find the inspiration to interact with one another.

Headed to the Metro solo last night to catch Super Furry Animals. To the uninformed, take a pre-Soft Bulletin Flaming Lips and cross them with the Beach Boys and you'll get the idea. Compared to the extravaganza that was their last Chicago show, I was a bit underwhelmed, but I did read ahead of time that they'd be scaling back the stage show. Musically, they did their best to cover every album released since their debut in 1996 so the breadth of material was indeed vast. Support band Times New Viking seem to be riding some sort of buzz band wave as they've been mentioned everywhere. Maybe it was just last night, but their "lo-fi 'til we die" approach grew tiresome pretty quickly.

Friday night saw me playing in the South Loop again, this time with the mighty Pegboy. A. made it out (most likely because she didn't have to pay, hahaha), and having not seen her in close to 6 months, looked better than ever (that's a free compliment, the next one'll cost ya!). That night I'm sure I was way too critical for my own good, but I was not impressed with my performance onstage. Subtle nuances in certain songs were fluffed and I thought I ate shit on our last song, an 88FL "cover" (the irony was not lost on the fact that a very gracious Mr. Rise Against came out to the show). Nevertheless, I was stoked to get the chance to play with one of my favorite punk bands and look forward to our upcoming show at The Note on 2/29.

Vegas has been more or less in the picture for a few months now, and even more so the past few weeks. Call it nostalgia, or the fact that she heard the song I wrote about her, but she's come back in a big way. It's hard not to get caught up in the history of what made us so great without thinking of what drove us apart. Then again, why is it that we continue to find each other even after not speaking for several months? I hate thinking about that too much, so for now I'll just enjoy the ride, knowing at some point I'll jump out before hitting the wall. I'll be doing my best to keep the pining to a minimum (so far so good).