I forgot about going and seeing modest mouse a couple of weeks ago. The show seemed a lot different from when i saw them in Salt Lake back in the day. There it seemed like they just played constantly for the whole show, not stopping, each song fading into the next, and all the songs were very layed back and just kind groving along. (this is why i am not the show reviewer like pete) But here in sparks they kept stopping a lot, i guess to tune their guitars and stuff, and they just didn't really seem into the whole show. They played more of their intense songs that i like (i like the others too, but the fast exciting screaming songs are way better). The second half of the show seemed a lot smoother, with more playing and less standing there. It is weird, every now and then i just really need modest mouse.
But what really made the show so interesting was not the songs they played or the weird opening act, but all the people that were at the show. As i walk in the door, who is the first person i see? None other than Trevor Deihl and his girlfriend. Now i haven't seen Trevor in probably 5 years, except for the one time i think i remember running into him in the compusa parking lot, but i am not really sure that happened. Trevor is like a ghost, an enigma, he doesn't exist, you here stories about people seeing Trevor, but then when you ask them they heard it from somebody else. (that line was in a movie recently i think, but it gets the point across) To be honest it wouldn't have suprised me if he turned up dead. We had to many good times with Trevor, Joel even more than me. Trevor was just a guy living on the edge, teetering on the brink of collapse, and yet was one of the two or three people that made middle school (and some of highschool, until he dissapeared) bearable and actually enjoyable. Hopefully that conveys just a little percentage of weird it was to run into him.
And if that wasn't enough, i then run into Kyle Akins, my old next door neighbor. Now kyle was completely trashed out of his mind. (well, maybe not, that could have been how he is normally now, but he acted trashed to me) Kyle is another person i haven't seen for probably 4 years, at least since high school, or whenever it was he moved. There were stories of him living in a shack in the woods, running drugs from canada, going to music recording and mastering school (i think this one actually happened based on his mumbling and falling down) and other worthwhile activities. Kyle and i also had a lot of good times back in the day. I think it would cheapen a lot of the stories to try to explain them here. Sorry.
Then i run into west gill, some his friends and guys from the venture crew whose names i can never remember. Then geff kazza and his friend (i can't remember his name either) that i ran cross country with. They are both going to really cool schools on running scholarships and doing engineering. I still like to think that i could take both of them, but we never won state in track and cross country while i was on the team, so maybe not. And i am still in Reno, lucky bastards. Then i saw Andrew's friend Will Truce. What probably took the cake though was running into Jeni there. Here is a recount of our conversation:
Me: "Hey"
Her: "Hi"
Me: "How's it going?"
Her: "Good, you?"
Me: "Good"
There was probably more to, but you get the point. Luckily i only really dated one other person than Mary so i only have to worry about running into one ex, dan on the other hand ran into four of his ex's, now that sucks. Jeni and i are on good terms and everything, and it doesn't bother me seeing her, but i have enough of pete's mentality that i still made a quick scan for the closest escape route, go figure.
Now there were others, but i can't remember their names so it probably wouldn't make a lot of sense to list a bunch of descriptions. Either way it was weird, it was like a big high school reunion kind of. What i found really interesting was all the different paths everybody was on, how we all started out at one common point (in a sense, i now there were a lot of other things affecting where we would end up, but we did share a common time together) and yet we are all going to end up in such different places and circumstances.
Now i just really need to see the faint again, too bad i missed them when they were in San Fran.
Posted by cmorton at August 21, 2003 01:41 PM | TrackBack