
once upon a time not so very long ago i dated a man who should have made me very happy.
and he did.
sometimes.
but sometimes in the cool darkness of another day done i felt a low, rolling sadness.
deep and soft.
it was my friend angela who pointed out what a big thing that was. i would go on and on about all the reasons i should like him and all the reasons i was struggling in the relationship and she'd kinda look at me from out the corner of her eye and say: but you're sad when you're with him.
and that would be that.
the end of the discussion.
sometimes i wonder if that's what this city has become for me. a place i should love. a place i work hard each day to convince myself that i could love. when truth be told, the city makes me sad. a low, rolling sadness.
deep and soft.
because my to-do list extends several feet today, another video it is (but a really good one).
on saturday night when connor (my brother) and i headed to the concert we had no real intention of staying for the main act, dr. dog.
but here's the thing: they were pretty darn great.
so today i leave you with this, the video for my favorite dr. dog song of saturday night:
i just can't get over how fun the whole thing was.
i really need to get out of the house more.
because enough people asked...
the food in the pictures from yesterday was from parish cafe on boylston street. its menu is comprised mostly of sandwiches, each one created by a different local and acclaimed chefs.
my brother and i ordered corn cakes to begin. and from there i got the portobello sandwich and well, i can't remember what he got, but i'm pretty sure he liked it.
it was there on saturday afternoon that my brother explained his theory that all females are crazy (i do not disagree) and how a man's tolerance for said crazy is related to her level of attractiveness (though they are not directly proportional because the correlative line curves {or something like that...remember it's been a really long time since i've taken a math class--i don't remember how to talk about it all}).




that top line reads: meg's uncertainty zone. from there connor's broken the chart into three sections: (1) too crazy (2) good and (3) marry now (or as he said, lock it down). i do think my brother has overestimated my level of crazy, but live and let live...who knows, maybe he's right.
my christmas gift to my brother (and to myself...just a little bit).
just two days before this last christmas my family collected in new york where we spent our first night at the new leaf cafe (arguably, my favorite place in all of the city). there we talked and drank and ate and somewhere in the conversation i mentioned this indie band from seattle i had taken a liking to and my brother said something along the lines of oh yeah, i've heard them. i really like them.
that night when i got home inspiration struck. i looked up tour dates, found a concert in boston (where my brother now lives, and where i had yet to visit him) and booked us two tickets.
(there are times when procrastination pays).
on christmas morning i passed him the gift, which he unraveled to the tune of: who are these people?
me: but we just talked about them two days ago. you said you liked them.
him: oh. did i?
such is life. the good news is that the thought was not lost and in two months time i'd take a trip up north for a little quality time.
on this saturday night we hopped in cab to the paradise rock club and stood in line where we were met by the smell of herbal such-and-suchs and a group of people far grungier than ourselves.
i could have cared less. the whole thing was bliss. and my brother having boned up on his the head and the heart knowledge since december was well prepared.
there's nothing like live music is there? the communion between artist and audience. the feel of the drums in the body. the dimensions and layering that few recordings can really illuminate.
they were so good.
they were so, so good.
in this age of over-processed music where artists can rarely match what we hear on their cds--they were brilliant.
when they finished their set my brother turned to me and said: yeah, that was a good christmas gift.
(my brother wouldn't let me take a full video of the band, but in this age of instant media, i pulled one off of youtube from the very night we were there. and since it's connor's favorite song...)
ps: when we were leaving i totally recognized two members of the band just outside the door and in a moment of rare (really rare) social prowess i turned to them and told them just how brilliant we thought they were. and since we were a little star-struck (and crushing on just about every member of the band) just getting to talk to them for a moment was surreal. it was only later that we kicked ourselves for missing out on the photo opportunity. oh well, next time.
if you can get yourselves to a head and the heart concert do it. by all means. run to one.
and my favorite song? rivers and roads. heaven. absolute heaven.
weekend in boston.
i apologize for the dearth of posting around here. i've hit the winter-has-gone-on-far-too-long-funk.
that's it.
that's the whole of the explanation i can offer up.
but this weekend i've been in boston visiting my brother and attempting to overcome the winter blues. and i must say what a difference it has made...it certainly doesn't hurt that we saw a brilliant concert by my personal favorite, the head and the heart and then drove to new hampshire sunday morning for a day of skiing.
my camera powered off about two minutes into sunday, but for now i'll leave you with these.








