There’s a Blonde Redhead concert tonight. I was going to head to Toronto to see it with Darren and we would have made it a weekend together, but the wedding rehearsal has taken priority. I’ve been going through 23 since it came out last month, and it still feels a little foreign. The songs don’t hit you in the gut or give you the same sense of lysergic bliss like ones from Misery is a Butterfly, but overall it’s a decent album. Ironically, the latter album is what I listen to cheer myself up, but now it only serves as a reminder of what I’m missing. I would have given anything to be there.
My heart is in Toronto today.