We do this thing every week at Church of Beethoven where the lights dim and we celebrate two minutes of silence. There’s the clink of coffee cups and papers rustle; from the balcony space, I like to fidget in my chair and consider the tops of everyone’s heads. It is mostly quiet though, the warehouse full of people appreciating stillness.
I look forward to those two minutes every week but what I needed last night was two hours of really loud, really amazing music. Destroyer at Launchpad was big and grand and loud, the kind of loud you feel under your feet and in your chest.
After it was over, and our friends had dispersed, Rob and I ate hot dogs with kraut by the side of the road.I have so many feelings church of beethoven using that tag instead of chatter feeling rebellious hey friend