storms of fabled foreign tongues

JON WALKER BAREFOOT. IN BUTTON-FLY JEANS. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

Possibly I'll post more when I am a) less flaily b) more coherent c) not ready to collapse from pushing back idiots who don't understand that the barricade doesn't give.

ETA: The barefoot thing was an item of amusement and horror. Because I was expecting, you know, flipflops or something, and if you've been around here for any length of time you know that I have feet issues. So naked feet right in front of me for an entire concert?

in which I am tardy, tired, and lame

So tired. I'm being unbelievably lame. Thrice and Circa Survive were playing tonight, but I didn't get out of lab until 8pm, and I had promised my mom I'd call her tonight, so I came home instead of going out. I'm setting the timer on the TV so it'll turn itself off if I fall asleep during TDS or TCR.

I've had this sitting in my drafts mailbox for a couple of days, so I'm posting it before I forget or too much time passes.

( Thoughts about Elephant's Memory, CM 3x15 )

Re: last night's show... I had this thought last night, and I'm still thinking about it, really. I found it oddly disturbing that the line that got the loudest shout of all of Panic's set was the What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore line of I Write Sins Not Tragedies, emphasis on whore. I've posted before about grossly misogynistic lyrics vs. angry lyrics directed at a specific woman, and about gender. The thing that bothers me in this particular instance is that the audience was predominantly young and female, and they sang that line with such glee.

Dunno. It's just sticking in my head, plucking on my nerves. Need to think about it more.