Wednesday, September 11, 2002

A year later. To use my homegrown vernacular, "it's a pretty gnarly feeling." I don't feel preachy or philosphical, so I will refrain from any political or social rants.

I surprised myself by going to church this evening. I was asked to be a speaker, reading a quote from Franklin D. Roosevelt, so I felt the urge to go. It was good because it got me away from the anger I was harboring due to some uncontrollable problems within my record label. The ceremony in the church was an interfaith prayer service. Much of it was candle-lit, which of course was very relaxing for me. On a side note, I'm loving my ability to have candles again. I've missed them so much in college. Several times today I found myself revisited by the rush-of-emotions that I've experienced in the last month or so. Being so used to holding emotions in, I found myself searching for a place (both physical and metaphysical) where I could cry openly and without restraint.

Last weekend I hung out with Mariko for most of Saturday. That was awesome. She is still one my most favorite people in the world, and hopefully we'll get to once again spend lots of time together like we did freshman year. Sunday night Jeff St. Pierre and I went to see Queens of the Stone Age with ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead. It was an awesome, purely rocking show. I wish I could have seen Dave Grohl on drums for QOTSA, but alas he's back with the Foo Fighters now. Trail of Dead stole the show though, they put on an incredible set.

This weekend I'm going to see Glassjaw, which should also be intense and mind-blowing.