who’s in a bad mood who’s in a taxi turning the clock back avoiding a fight with this man he is meeting stands in the lobby counting his questions in the neon light sinking under the river the sewer line touches the edge of the suburbs back to the beach where a family is waiting on rumors of summer lay out a blanket
bring something to feed the birds
with all the luck you’ve had why are your songs so sad you sing from a book you were reading in bed and took to heart all of your lives unled reading in bed
(from knives don’t have your back, emily haines & the soft skeleton)
“Come and worship in a traditional church setting, but in a VERY untraditional way. We’ll be using the songs of one of the world’s most popular bands to ‘sing a new song’ to God and to a world that needs to hear a voice of strength, courage, love and peace.”
The Set List
Where the Streets Have No Name
Vertigo God Part II
[talking — included a shout out to all the non-believers in the house. that was not the exact phrase the preacher lady used. that is a phrase that Donnie Wahlberg uses in “No More Games” (the remix).]
[more talking — this was in fact a litu2rgy]
Pride (in the name of love)
40 + prayers [if i was religious, this would have ruled]
When Love Comes to Town
[escape attempt — thwarted! Elevation the Tribute Band borrowed another of U2’s moves. “Bono” and “The Edge” and “Adam” came strolling down the aisle from the stage singing and playing. Snap! We were nearly busted trying to sneak out. Instead, “Adam” totally nodded at me and said, “hey” or something. And I (whilst singing along and clapping enthusiastically) nodded hey back.]
Love and Peace or Else
[escape! we missed the end of the set but i’m guessing it contained Beautiful Day. if not, they totes dropped the ball. nay, lost the ball.]
On our way out, a man and a woman were following right behind us and we thought it was a boyfriend and a girlfriend, the girlfriend rather loudly arguing with him about how much he put in the donation box. HOWEVER — it was actually a woman accusing a vagrant-y type of stealing from the donation box. “They help the helpless but the helpless are not allowed to help themselves.” (Charlie B.)
And yes, of course, every time they said “help the helpless” in their u2charist, i thought fondly of Angel Investigations.
“i am a stabbing robot.” 30 rock makes me laugh and laugh and then guffaw. dear tracy morgan, i heart you beaucoup and to the max.
last night was the workey chrimbo party featuring karaoke! even though we were missing key members of the ecw ace gang, it was still a good night and i did too much singing. self-nominated as person who embarrassed herself the most. ah not really. i am proud of my killer shaggy rapping skills. it’s the only party trick i’ve gots.
on tuesday i went to a showcase at the cfa and this one girl did an original spoken word piece that nearly killed me with its geniousity. i hope i’ll be able to get a copy from her cause i am dying to read it. wonder how it will be different reading it vs. seeing it performed. the whole eve was lovely. and filled the lonely veronica free hours quite nicely. it seems there really is a world out there when you turn off the telly. hmm.
amie’s chrimbo party sat. night & am looking forward to that one. will wear my xmas party uniform. saw friend from the centennial-era this eve for a catch-up and while i was barely coherent, it was lovely to see her. more, encore.
now i think i’ll be going to bed right this sec cause i missed out on some sleepers last night. don’t have any hot cocoa available but sure could go for some.