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alasanonThis was right before I saw Eve for the first time, in Osaka. It was so hot and the cicadas were loud and I felt so odd and conspicuous and so happy.
I love seeing live music, if you’ve read anything here, I’d love to be certain that you know that by now. After xxxx’s sudden passing a couple of years ago, I’m suddenly so much more paranoid about never getting to see my favorite bands live. He wasn’t the first, but it broke my heart in a very particular way. I know the band continues on, but it’s not … I can’t bear it.
It’s part of why I try to always find new things to listen to and fall for. Eve was 2020, and I’m so happy I only had to wait five years to see him. Not twenty, unlike two other bands I could mention. :))) And it was amazing.
I was not expecting Hanaboshi to be the first song with vocals played and it shocked me into happy tears that night, but otherwise I cried a lot less than I faintly expected to.
(A digression: I cried most of the way through my first Pla show, overjoyed and overstimulated at hearing all those songs for the first time, seeing them on stage. Especially after Ryutaro’s brush with death years ago, seeing them felt like a strange and lovely miracle. It’s … it’s odd seeing bands that have been around for a long time and yet feel like the fandom has barely shifted. We’re all the same and look the same and act the same even though twenty years have passed? What?
[Obvs the sheer amount of plastic surgery involved helps a bit BUT that is a digression within a digression])
Perhaps it was my duck’s presence? I rarely see things with friends anymore, even though it’s so nice to have someone to share an experience with. But he was there and enjoyed it and it made me feel both secure and in a bubble and also just a little even more exposed because he looks so much more like what we both are.
And then we went and had butter eel sushi and it was amazing. And then went back to Kyoto and and and
It was a short trip, but memorable and delightful despite it.
I love seeing live music, if you’ve read anything here, I’d love to be certain that you know that by now. After xxxx’s sudden passing a couple of years ago, I’m suddenly so much more paranoid about never getting to see my favorite bands live. He wasn’t the first, but it broke my heart in a very particular way. I know the band continues on, but it’s not … I can’t bear it.
It’s part of why I try to always find new things to listen to and fall for. Eve was 2020, and I’m so happy I only had to wait five years to see him. Not twenty, unlike two other bands I could mention. :))) And it was amazing.
I was not expecting Hanaboshi to be the first song with vocals played and it shocked me into happy tears that night, but otherwise I cried a lot less than I faintly expected to.
(A digression: I cried most of the way through my first Pla show, overjoyed and overstimulated at hearing all those songs for the first time, seeing them on stage. Especially after Ryutaro’s brush with death years ago, seeing them felt like a strange and lovely miracle. It’s … it’s odd seeing bands that have been around for a long time and yet feel like the fandom has barely shifted. We’re all the same and look the same and act the same even though twenty years have passed? What?
[Obvs the sheer amount of plastic surgery involved helps a bit BUT that is a digression within a digression])
Perhaps it was my duck’s presence? I rarely see things with friends anymore, even though it’s so nice to have someone to share an experience with. But he was there and enjoyed it and it made me feel both secure and in a bubble and also just a little even more exposed because he looks so much more like what we both are.
And then we went and had butter eel sushi and it was amazing. And then went back to Kyoto and and and
It was a short trip, but memorable and delightful despite it.
