Look kids! We made it to the next letter of the alphabet. I blame this mainly on my lack of sleep (blame Ra Ra Riot and a grueling early teaching schedule) for my inability to “like” most everything today. At one point today I told a student, “You make me so mad sometimes I want to tear off your limbs… I want to go T-Rex on you”. The student laughed, assuming I was joking. I was not.
Not having a minimum of 8 hours of sleep does weird things to me. It also created an urge to purchase and learn the violin, until I learned how utterly complicated that is and how utterly old I am. Blerg.
For today, we are left with two bands that had to overcome my shitastic mood. It’s apparently possible which is uplifting, if only to me. At this point even a unicorn holding a baby laughing wouldn’t do the trick, so I am impressed.
California Wives are anything but. They are instead a group of boys hailing from Chicago that make delicious pop music and deserve all the recognition that they will surely get at this years SxSW. Try and tell me that you don’t enjoy it and watch as I tear your limbs off… or something.
Then we have someone who manages to trump my own language barrier. True, I have NO idea what she’s singing about unless she says, “Quero” or “Me llamo es Amanda”… which is all that I have managed to retain from 3 years of Spanish. What she does is that good. The fact that she makes all this noise, alone, and live… makes her my heroine. She could be singing about dogs eating sticks… I don’t care, it’s lovely.
If I survive to see tomorrow, and still retain employment, it will be a miracle. I am officially too old for going out on school nights. Guess I better just propose to the boyfriend of one month and buy a moomoo.