it seems like a travesty that i live in one of the most vibrant music cities on the planet and rarely do i partake in going out to see bands anymore. what happened? did i become immune to the abundance of sound? when i was in my early twenties, i used to go out to shows almost every week and perhaps i watched too many hipster boys in tight black pants with their electric guitars. i've decided to change that pattern around this fall and absorb as much music and sound as i am willing to afford. starting with a sister 7 reunion show this weekend and then the raveonettes. bon iver is coming in october.

my gay boyfriend is back in town from a summer spent in san francisco. he arrived today. we are already making plans to go out places together. his first words: a drink is in order! he is coming with me to the gay clubs on the weekends, and we could cross paths with linsday lo. who is in town filming a movie. if she wants to meet ladies, there are only several places to select from here.

i think i have relatively healed from the summer happenings with the last fling. we, as in my gay boyfriend and i, will no doubt be standing in the same club opposite her and her gay boyfriend next month. it is a shame that we could not have double dated...

tomorrow morning i am leaving for chicago. my grandmother died peacefully in her sleep on saturday morning before sun rise. the funeral is tomorrow. i will return on wednesday evening.