listening parties

last night i went to a listening party for the new animal collective album that comes out in january. it was weird i guess. going to harlem to sit a room with people to listen to some tunes for an hour. made me realize how no one really gets together for the sole purpose of listening to music. shows are different with the energy going back and forth between performer and crowd. well i lie. i am sure there are groups of people that get together and nerd out. but this was a bizarre, no one talk and everyone nod their head to the beat, party. the album was not as good as their last but, the sound system was too bass heavy for their music i think. and the room was a long rectangle. so it wasn't an ideal listening space, but i got to hear it early, so i can't complain.

huzzah

i found a new apartment. 

i sign tomorrow.

on huron street right off of manhattan ave 

greenpoint.

the bedrooms are tiny. but the living areas are freakishly huge.

and i will be paying less than i am now. 

i am happy.

until i realize my bed and dresser don't fit in the room. eek.

and the boys will hate me for asking them to carry my stuff up three flights of stairs. 

oh well.

cmj was exhausting.

my arms got bigger from lifting all that mess.

but much fun was had.

ah brussels. the love of my life. who needs a man when you can have a city like this?

sitting on a bench. golden leaves falling around me.

in front of a lake. in front of a medieval church. next to my hotel.

the crappy thing about getting off a plane at 8:30 is 1)way jetlagged and 2)you cant check in to your hotel until 2 or 3 pm. so i bum around the city looking for free wireless. and voila. here it is.

sat next to this asian dude on the plane. i never talk to people on planes. but we chatted. talked about why we were going to brussels. blah blah blah. he asked about the book i was reading (Mugabe by Martin Meredith...amazing) and he then proceeded to be like "oh i'm south african." well that explained his semi asian semi british accent. so we had an interesting chat.

i slept for two hours on the plane which is a record for me. 

and now i have a friend sitting on the bench drinking beer at 11 am. 

oh belgium.

you and your waffles, snails, beers, frites, and sprouts.

i love you.

i don't know...

...how i feel about this.

but i will say that i have changed my mind in the past few months since being in new york. i was in denial for a while. my friend robbie reprimanded me once when he said, "come on, elisabeth. we're all a little hipster." it's kind of true. i guess. i don't think i have or will ever reach the full status of hipster. definitely nowhere near that. nor do i wish to be. but i enjoy this middle ground. the "normal" non-hipsters in my life call me "the hipster whisperer". yes. i will be the liaison between real life and everything ironic. so you know what? i accept my inbetweeness. and i am not ashamed of that. how un-hipster of me. word.

oh. and happy birthday, john lennon. muah.

oy

i get home from brussels on the 20th of october.

cmj with PIM starts on the 21st.

looking for an apartment needs to start somewhere in there.

working for a couple weeks.

adding a PIM tour in there,

before i leave for belgium again on the 25th of november.

to then turn 24 in a foreign country on thanksgiving.

my life started speeding up all of the sudden.

i just need to find an apartment.