Another week, another fantastic live performance in one of my favorite venues, Strange Matter. C and I had a bourbon, some grub, then strolled down a few blocks to hear some truly phenomenal tunes—like, super up close and personal. One of those nights that make the place you live feel bigger and newer than ever. If you haven’t checked out Oddisee yet (sup, DC/Maryland, dude?), do it.
There’s a tough kind, a too much kind
A not enough kind, a rather rushed kind
And the abrupt kind, a go nuts kind
A hold up, maybe we should take it slow kind
A when you know kind, it started off as friends
But then over time, began to show kind
And if we love each other, but we can’t stay together
We’ll do worse than better, gotta go kind
And that’s love.
Renegotiating old land mines hasn’t been really as central to the story as you think it’d be, but sometimes it pops up and I savor the chance to assign a new memory to an old place.
Last time I was in this venue, it was over a month out from the bomb drop day. I’d bought two tickets to the show, and I didn’t want to go alone. Confused, I asked him to come along with me even though he’d already moved out and we were living separate lives and the thought of having to lean on him to not be alone at a concert—something I loved doing, going to shows alone—filled me with resentment.
But I stood apart from him the whole show. I grooved out, and I sang along, and I thought, nothing’s going to take away my happy. Especially this.
Coming back again, this many months later, and blowing it out of the water with a better show, a better time, and a better date?