UK DW Trailer

Trailer for Stolen Earth.

I'm soooo full of squee I can't contain myself!!!!!

(Click at your own risk)

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=osI7Si6Wu8A

Weekend

My my, what a weekend I had

I decided not to go to yoga Saturday morning after all, because as I started thinking about the transcendental bliss one might achieve from doing yoga in the midst of traffic it occurred to me that I'd also be doing deep breathing...in the middle of traffic. My 'ew' meter went off, and that was that.

But I met pov_power for brunch and it was fun to once again meet someone from my flist for the first time. Then I made my way to SoHo with my friend L, where we partook in the absofantabuloso Victoria's Secret sale where I bought two new bras at half price. Bras in my size that fit well and look pretty (not matronly) are hard to find (36D) and I found two in the bins. They had some 36DD and 38D and 38DD, if any big bosomed sisters on my flist are reading this.

Day gave way to night, and I met up with pomona513 to see The Cure at Radio City Music Hall. It's funny, I didn't think too much about the show beforehand. I've seen them soooo many times, I wasn't really excited. But she asked me back in February and I thought 'sure, why not?' The idea of going sent me down memory lane. I still remember the very first time I saw The Cure, it was in July 1986 on Pier 54. I was 17 years old, and vividly recall standing in a massive crowd of young goths, all of us sweating our asses off in black clothing, with our teased black hair wilting and pale faced black eye makeup melting, but mesmerized and happy nonetheless. I remember being impressed by two older adults in the audience who must've been in their 70s, who had dyed their hair bright orange and blue. I thought to my 17 year old self "That's how I want to be when I'm old."

So back to the present, I decided to get in the mood by dressing up a bit. pomona513 and I went to dinner and then up to Radio City for the show. How was it, you ask? It was great. And having played for THREE HOURS, I definitely got my 'money's worth'. They played practically their entire oeuvre. I found someone who posted a set list with some decent pictures.

I'd forgotten how dreamy their songs can be, and how much they reflect a truly alternative approach to music. They borrow sounds from different cultures and traditions, referencing art and literature, and exploring thoughts and emotions that go beyond "I want to get laid" or "Woe is me" that usually clog up a lot of contemporary music. I found myself daydreaming, letting my mind wander at times. Then just as suddenly I was with the crowd again, watching the stage, observing the images projected at the back of the stage, etc.

They had a few problems with sound. Robert Smith's guitar lost power during "Just Like Heaven" and I was a bit wigged out by some of the WWII images they projected during One Hundred Years. But overall it was a wonderful show. Robert Smith is your "teddy bear goth" and he comfortably projected his social awkwardness on stage in a way that made him incredibly accessible as a human being. Confessing that he never knows what to say to the audience, climbing up the stairwells extending from the stage and then getting stuck in the dark and requiring help to get back down, there was no 'cheesy rock star' performance thing and that alone is a welcoming change from most performers I've seen.

When we left Radio City, I reflected on the crowd. Pretty much, the audience was filled with people ages 35 - 45, a veritable high school reunion of ex-goths, geeks and trendoids. And as we made our way to the subway, for a few stops the F train carriage we were in was filled with people from the show. Happy, chatty, tired, we found our ways home from the little reunion and I wondered if this is how the baby boomers feel after going to see some band from the 70s.

Physicall exhausted and mentally reflective, I still couldn't keep myself from watching the latest ep of DW, which was FANTASTIC.

Sunday I met up with D (of Whole Foods cheese tasting fame) and we got lost inside The Container Store. After shopping and an impromptu picnic in Union Square, we parted ways and I popped into Trader Joe's before heading home. I don't get to shop there often, and rarely at 9:45pm on a Sunday night. The cupboards were bare. It was kind of a weird experience, and easy to see what items were the most popular (unfortunately, most of the items I wanted to buy!).

Now it's Monday and how I wish I had another day. Alas, I foresee a busy time ahead with a visit from spursgirl79, ketchup potato chips and DW with areacode212, free movie tickets to see the new Wil Smith film, gay pride and a housewarming party, not to mention squeezing in time for studying.

:sigh: My life truly is feast or famine. In the midst of the feast, I'm definitely happy to be there. It may not be just like heaven, but it's enough for now.

Happy end of mercury retrograde, flist. And happy Monday.