to: kristin
fr: victoria
re: second chances
so in the packing / unpacking / repacking / disassmebling / regressing, I've come across some jlc, lovingly provided by you, stashed as "I hope I'll like it someday" and I think you were still in boston. my mind is open-er now. would a show at the paradise ellicit the same strict attendance orders as colin at the iron horse? like omg, you so totally have to go? I've perused the site and stuff and - well, you're never wrong. it just takes me a while to catch up. like how the decemberists sounded not quite right, until I saw them live. and how the frames sounded different after I saw them live. and how if I had to base my love of ray lamontagne off of the studio album, I probably couldn't. and please don't bash me about the celtic comment again, I was, um, drunk. or something.
~v.
to: victoria
fr: kristin
re: re: second chances
No bashing.
Let's put it this way:
I went to see JLC play Paradise. I was in pain. Was blown away by how *happy* they were to be doing what they were doing (making music with their siblings/best friends). Was blown away by the wounding beauty of Jay's voice. My soul moved outside myself. God said to me there, in front of the stage: end the dead, 3-year relationship you are in and (this comment edited to protect the author, but trust me, it's a big deal). I knew these two truths like I know my own name.
So I did.
I've seen the play probably 30 times and came away from each one feeling one step closer to who I'm supposed to be.
Go. If only because I can't.
:*
~k
(editor's note: as I recreate this interchange, the page I ripped from the door of the paradise that had the times for mark geary & the frames just fell off the wall. that's enough for me. well, I was already going to go, just off of the email, but you know what I mean.)
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