Last night I went to see Pelican play at the Blind Pig. It was amazing. They played with another group I hadn’t heard of before, Russian Circles. Both groups were just awesome. Not in the “Electric Six live show” sense of awesome-ness, but in the “Talking Heads’ Stop Making Sense” sort of awesome-ness. It was the kind of show that reached into my head and tickled the back of my spine.
I don’t know what it was, but there was something about that show. Something is ending. I can feel it. But what, exactly? I’m not sure. Last night was the final glorious end to whatever it was, as well as the birth of something new. After the show, I was at peace, and felt like I could move on. It was snowing after the show. A fitting—yet clichéd—way of an end and new beginning.
I woke up early this morning, due to lots of scraping & noise. But after that, it was quiet. Dead silent. I walked to work today in the silence. It felt like I woke up this morning to the birth of a new world, screaming loudly, then hushed. It was a sacred, holy walk to work. It’s not everyday that I witness the silence of a newborn world.