I have a foothold on this city;
With eyes as wide as the gap between awesome and shitty.
I wanted rain and got sunshine….what a pity.
So continue your search for the fourth house of a three house row.
It is as fruitless as trying to scare a Kansas scarecrow,
Or trying to live black in a mansion owned by Jim Crow.
So here I am; a urban dweller at last; with a view of a skyline so vast.
I must come to my senses of jump off this roof fast.
Photograph by Matt Dinan and Zac McGroarty
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AT THE TROC: people are still spilling into the lower standing room of the Troc well after eight o’clock. I walked in just in time to hear The Tallest Man on Earth play “These Days.” And then that’s all. Stupid restaurant being so far away. We try to move closer to the stage but I wound up getting stuck behind some couple that insist on facing instead of facing the stage and for the next twenty or so minutes I burn them with my eyes while they chatter about how many times they think people will say the word “cabin” tonight–as if they were so above anyone mentioning the isolated recording location of Bon Iver… as though they just hadn’t. I love goosed knowledge drops.
