I was in the car with my mom today, and I started talking about something that came up a few days ago. All I could say was "I can't believe it." She stared at the road in front of her, and I thought I'd try expanding. "I," I started," I... can't believe it." Really, there wasn't anything else I could say. I really couldn't believe it.
I'm going to see Conor Oberst (of Bright Eyes, though this is going to be a solo tour) November 8th and 9th. I found out he was playing in New York City the day the dates were posted, and the tickets went on sale the next day. I'm there in 4 months.
His are the songs I love for the lyrics that tell the most beautiful stories. I don't know how I am going to cope with the four month wait. I made a mixtape for the car recently, and after I bought tickets to the shows, whenever one of his songs played, I didn't know what to do with myself. I was actually going to meet the mind behind the melodies. I am still in shock. And I'll probably stay in shock until... I don't know. I don't see myself believing it even at the show.
Really, that's all I wanted to say. My disbelief. It all just happened so fast. One night I learned of the shows and the next day tickets went on sale. And I got them. And now, we wait.
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