<<25.05.08 8:33 a.m.>>
the unborn attends its first proper show

well, in the end, i got to see foa1s last night, and they were really f-ing great. at one point (the freakout jam before “math1etics”—the last song of the encore, i think), i was sure the baby was going to be vibrated to death, as i always manage to situate myself right next to an amp at shows. i hear the womb protects things like that from happening, though.

by midday, i’d confirmed that i had a ticket, but i wasn’t ever sure if i could bring a guest, so i went by myself, got to the troubad0r in all of a half hour, and braced myself as i stood in line at will call, hoping that after i said my name, the woman behind the glass wouldn’t snarkily relay the bad news that i wasn’t on the list. but i was, so she asked, “do you have a guest?” i said yes, so i could give my second ticket/loft pass to one of the long-haired, skinny jeans-wearing boys i saw standing on the corner pleading for entry, with signage, no less. (twist my arm—you know.)

having gone solo to a handful of shows in england, i think i’ve mastered the art of confidently standing alone, which is what i did—apart from getting a sprite to nurse for the evening—until dearedwin came down after the show. it’s funny to think that he was all of 18 when we first met in london—which would’ve made me 26 or 27...oh those years! anyway, he’s all grown-up and enjoying being the world traveler now, but somehow more grounded than he ever seemed diary-ing away from his family home—at least from what i could tell. all in all, it was a great show, and a great mini-reunion after three years of having not met up.

he did ask if i was ever coming back to london again, because i love it so. damn you, weak dollar. how i’d love to stoll a baby/toddler around portobello road or st johns wood or chelsea—but not at this rate.

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