foothills

i spoke with many people about the explosions in the sky show at emos ‘yesterday.’ i didnt know about the show until monday and when i went to buy a ticket i found they were indeed in scarce supply. then i became sad that i would not get to see them. tonite i thought about not seeing this band a lot. because i have listened to them often in moments of emotional duress good and bad. and i thought i wanted to see them like all the other bands i love. but they are different. i dont want to be there at the venue i saw USE and gang of four and go team and 8 bit and that camo band that screams and et al. explosions in the sky are something pristine in my naive little mind. i dont want to see them beyond that french guys recordings that i found online. i only want to hear them. no pretentious dancing or wobbling on one of two knees no 4 dollar beer no intentional dim lights no awkward transition bands no bizarre iced bathroom no frenzy downtown no mistaken lust. i want to hear the notes that i can now foretell when i hear the only moment we are alone and yasmin the light and look into the air and your hand in mine. i want to feel those sounds the way ive felt them since my friend mentioned a band that i would definitely love. maybe with a bottle of gin that gets passed with reticence. a slow back and forth before sunrise in kmart lawn chairs in air that is warm and humid and smogged. maybe a single look that burns me with acknowledgement. enjoy the show who go.