Open house at my house (anyone looking to buy a house?)
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! (me, exploding)
Crowd goes nuts. John and the band play the song. I am freaking out. They leave. I take a piss, come back upstairs to leave because it's like 1 in the morning and there, standing next to me, is none other than John Darnielle, full of smiles and trying to sneak by to get to the merch table to sign shit for the fans. I give him a tap on the back and tell him what a great performance it was and he thanks me and passes and I resist the urge to tell him the story about my novel that I just told you because I didn't want to seem like a stalker or raving lunatic. So maybe he reads my blog.
Thank you Mountain Goats!
(and thank you Dr. Cohen for fixing my foot to the point that I can do all this wonderful shit I used to do again)
Oh, and I really fucked up the ending of this recording -- I turned it off at the absolute best part of the song. So, um, sorry, but I included the song below so you can listen to the whole thing. Or there's probably other good versions on YouTube. My recording at concerts from my iPhone is weak, I know. Sorry.
And here's the video:
Okay I found a better video for you:
My house is for sale, it went on the market last week, and I'm planning to move to Hoboken once it sells, going from a homeowner with a low mortgage to a renter in one of the toughest markets for renting in NJ, which makes pretty much zero economic sense and which several of my friends would prefer me not to do, since I'll be further from them and perhaps starting a new or different life, away from the suburban New Jersey experience I've lived the past 12 years in this house, or in reality, my entire life. When I thought about selling my house last summer, sparked by an odd demand by my homeowners' association that I forget now but also because I'd been working from home for a while and had suffered my initial foot injury that left me somewhat incapacitated and therefore home all day almost every day and I began to hate my house, hate this home that I've now lived in for 12 years but when I began thinking about a move, my initial search was in the very same town I live in, just in a larger house with a larger yard and more rooms I guess that wouldn't bore me like I'd become bored last summer being stuck in my kitchen working all day and stuck at home with the foot sprawled out at night. I really do like my town, I have no real problems with my neighbors (despite my complaints to my friends) and like I said, I've lived in NJ suburbia all my life (other than a couple years in New Brunswick in college, if you can call that a "city"), and I've enjoyed it very much. But I came to realize during my initial search for a new house last summer (or at least the idea of a search) that what I really wanted, what I really was itching for, could not be found in South Brunswick. Or any suburb, really.
This blog belongs to Bill Elenbark.
Lover of songs. Writer of wrongs.