Wahablog

I saw one of my favorite bands in the world tonight: Depeche Mode, with my sister, at Nissan Pavilion, in Bristow, VA. I wore the t-shirt I got at the very first DM concert I went to when I was about 11-12, in Philly, for their Singles Tour 86-98. The shirt’s black but so faded it had a bit of a charcoal look to it. Good thing I bought a new one tonight.

The concert was so amazing! They played a mix of songs off of various albums, not just the new stuff, which was very refreshing. At the last concert of theirs that I went to, I think they focused too much on their real ‘hits’. This time they played things like ‘It’s No Good’, ‘Walking in my Shoes’, ‘Home’, ‘Fly on the Windscreen’ and ‘In Your Room’, which aren’t their mainstream singles at all. They ended the last encore with ‘Waiting for the Night’, which I think everyone thought was a bit too somber and could have gotten enough of (‘Just Can’t Get Enough’ is their usual ender).

I was the happiest at that concert that I think I’ve been all summer. You know you’re really happy when you can’t wipe the widest smile you’re cracking off of your face. I wasn’t even trying to smile, it just came from nowhere when I heard their synths humming and whining along, making the most beautiful sounds. I’m partial to them, you see. Considering all that’s happened these last few weeks, it was a great night and a great way to forget about the world for an all too short 2.5 hours.

It wasn’t but 20 minutes after the music ended when we were walking back that the solemnity and the dissonance that’s been buzzing in my head these last few weeks returned. I climbed a hill to the lawn section to see what the view was like (lawn seats can be fun), and once on top, I could see the whole stage, the field, and the parking lot. It was peaceful, for the 2nd time that night. It was freeing and restricting. Such joy and that smile ended too soon for me; It was late and we had to get home. Home. I was quickly reminded of everything I have left to do, left to fix that’s broken. Left to remember that I can’t fix.

But you can’t have it all.

Smeared black ink… your palms are sweaty
And I’m barely listening to last demands
I’m staring at the asphalt wondering what’s buried underneath
Where I am
Where I am

I’ll wear my badge… a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends I am a visitor here…
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is
Where I am
Where I am
Where I am

The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
(more…)

It’s July 12th, 2009, and I’m restarting wahobbit.com. Hells yea! There’s a lot that’s changed since the last time I wrote on here. Naturally, the fact that I’m actively writing on here vs. passively squeezing in time between studying to write on here is one of them. I can’t cover all of these changes here, but I’ll go over some main points.

• I graduated! Who knew? I now have a degree in computer engineering.
• I have a job with a great consulting company doing stuff I enjoy: Booz Allen Hamilton.
• I’ve undergone massive plastic surgery to give the world another few years with Michael Jackson. That’s right folks, “he’s not dead, he just went home”. I had to make a plug to MIB, I just had to.

That gives you a bit more insight into my life at the moment. I’ve just been busy working and chilling on the weekends, going white water rafting, playing video games, going to concerts, etc. It’s been a good summer and a bad summer, for everyone I think. By the way, this is just an interim post while I get the passwords to update everything. I think the theme of this summer will be ‘a fresh start’.