2001-10-28 - 11:46 p.m. - coming soon november...what the fuck happened to october?
somebody wrote that april is the cruelest month. i suppose that everyone is probably the cruelest month to a man who as his wife institutionalized because he fell out of love with her. i mean, it was more than that, but really thats what it amounts to. so i suppose if every month is really the cruelest month than this time around november is by far the cruelest. november will rip your skin off with the wind and leave you a walking jigsaw puzzle of muscle and bone. november will open up yr heart and flood it with happy memorys of holidays and driving. i always think of jazz music in november. november was always when high school jazz ensembles began to rehearse. i would always bust out the Coltrane and Miles and Mingus and Ornette and wish i could be as talented as any one of them. And there was just something amazing about driving around centerville, cutting through the cool november air comprised of breath and burning leaves, listening to jazz. you feel mellow. at peace. cool. like no one can stop you.and so here comes november, peeking its head around the corner and staring at me, trying to make eye contact and i haven't even noticed it was october yet. i haven't even noticed the stench of november yet. i haven't even...
i know november is coming and i am so used to hating november but for some reason all i can think of are the amazing things from the past few novembers. all the things that make me shudder with hapiness when i think of them. the cool air doesn't reallyf eel that bad. and the nights are so long and wonderful to stay inside with.
last november, the day after the presidential election i drove to cleveland to rehearse with Matt and Rachel for The Drowned Museum. It was our first rehearsal. After i left their apartment i went to see the Anniversary play and pick up my friend hannah who had just been kicked out of her house. after the show we drove back to bowling green. i woke up the next day and went to class and met with my professor and then i decided not to go to class the next day. We left for Dayton thursday night and took the long way home avoiding the interstate and swapping strange stories about our sordid pasts. she was dying to see andrew. i was dying to get the fuck out of bowling green.
and that weekend was amazing.
and im sorry, im sure none of you care about my weekends last november. im just trying to deal with the seeming loss of october. where did it go? the last thing i remember are acouple of buildings and a couple of airplanes. everything else is just a blur and getting blurrier.
give me october back.
please?
xoxo
listen to: bright eyes, the strokes, aloha, saturday looks good to me(the CDR...it is totally a november record)
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