black angels descend blanketing columbus in flannel

this won’t be a real concert review b/c i can’t tell you the names of the songs they sang or the intricacies of the music they played. i can only tell you there was flannel. seas of flannel.

i really only dig music for one reason alone: to shake my hair and my booty. sometimes in the same direction. sometimes in opposing directions. ahhhhwwww shake it momma.

ok, there is another reason. i like to sing along but that applies to only a certain subset of bands. i sing along in the crowd very loudly and tell myself that i’m actually better than the artist on stage. the black angels does not, however, fall into that category. neither does the dead meadow – the opening band wednesday night. both bands relied heavily on reverb and vocal echoes so i can’t even pretend that i understood any of their songs. very little of the words penetrated the aforementioned shaking of the hair. the black angels did play a song with the words “surf city” in the chorus though. i dug it. really, i enjoyed both bands quite immensely. i’ve seen the black angels at least twice before and had forgotten how good they are. i left feeling like i should follow them and every other band in the world more closely. i need to get back into my music lovership.

for the lack of detail and any actual structure, i can’t really say that i’m writing this for any real music journalist street cred. what i’m really accomplishing is publishing that “HEY, I’M A MOM AND I STILL DO COOL THINGS. I’M A PERSON TOO!” i’m sure some might be out there saying “but, Your Momness, (in my brain you all refer to me as this combination of mom and highness) you just took a 5 day jaunt to california why would you need another reprieve so soon?” well, it’s not my fault that they scheduled this tubular $5 show mere days after my return. sometimes you have to just jump at the opportunities and the offers for babysitting from friends unversed in your child’s demonic behavior. i’ve found that, at least for moi, i really need to keep up with some of my own hobbies and loves and have time out for myself to be a good mom. i’m inferior in the fact that i’m still really selfish with my time and i can’t give it all up to be devoted solely to darla. sometimes i wish i could but truthfully i think it will be in her favor in the end. I want darla to know that she can be a mom and not lose her whole, entire identity. i want her to grow up and say “my mom was an art lover, an avid reader, a music enthusiast and one hell of a booty shaker.”

so i just want to put it out there that if you are a new mom or a seasoned mom, you should know that you can still shake it if you wanna.

this segues into another recent story from my world. on our one night out in california, i was approached by a tall, handsome* **, englishman at a famous dischotheque. he offered to buy me a drink to which i immediately declined politely and told him i am married. his official response was (cue hugh grant accent) “why are you shaking your hair, then.” my response, “i’m married not dead” and excused myself from his presence. soooo, i’m also in favor of the ladies who are nuptually bound to continue shaking it.

i’m just a fan of shaking it! woooo hoooo! yeah! pretty much always have been and always will be. seriously, i was semi-famous for hair shaking in high school. this is my official disclaimer – no matter what other parameters involved in my life i will always and forever be shaking something.

what was this supposed to be about? how did i get onto this soapbox? i need to go focus on a dot on the wall and recenter. thanks for reading.


*dearest michael, he wasn’t really that handsome and the discotheque wasn’t famous. it wasn’t even a discotheque. i have my doubts as to whether he was actually english. maybe welsh. anyways, i was just trying to make you jealous so you’d remember how much you love me all the way over there. awwwwwwww. so sweet.

** he was tall.


5 thoughts on “black angels descend blanketing columbus in flannel

  1. Ha! Good reply to the UKish fellow. My imagination is coming up with some sort of scenario where the guy is from some country or village where they have a sort of Footloosian ordinance against married women dancing in public unless their hair is secured under a shawl or scarf. So, he comes to US, sees you and is enlightened by your remark and goes back to his country/province/village and takes on a mission to take the married ladies to the next county or village for a major hairloose expose. I am happy that you live in a time and place when you can go out and shake your hair or whatever without any more serious repercussions that a social encounter such as you had. I hope that if Darla wishes she will be able to enjoy the same freedom some day. Someone needs to write a song about all the married ladies are free to shake their hair in the USA………I bet you and your cousins could manage that task nicely.

  2. ummm, mom is that you? i think you may have commented while logged into my account from when i visited last week? ooooops. i looks like a crazy person talking to myself on the interwebs!!!!!

  3. Oh yeh, I didn’t even notice that it had your name at top….weird. It is probably due to you having logged in on this one. On previous comments I do think I had to id myself and not sure this time that was asked for….. I need to own it that I am the crazy replier. Not sure how to do that….but at this point its been said and you saw it so no need to keep it and it can just get deleted. And this too. But I do like the aspect of a blogger who is also their own replier….I would find that entertaining. Oh right below this is the place to id self…… I probably didnt’ respond on that properly. I’ll try to fix it for this.

  4. It let me edit to put my name in on that previous reply. Not sure I should be able to edit your page. Anyway, I won’t make comments on this again. Was trying to avoid putting my comment on facebook and still messed it up. I will see if I can figure out how to log you out of this laptop…..

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