Let Me Take Your Skull for a Ride
It’s always dangerous chasing the dragon, trying to recapture the magic of the past. It never works out quite right. The present just can’t compete with the sweet haze of nostalgia. With that in mind, it’s been fourteen years since I last saw Sebadoh at the El Rey Theatre in Los Angeles in 1997 (and before that, I saw them at the Roxy in 1994 and 96). I’m not bragging, because the truth is I don’t remember any of those shows. In place of my memory, all I have is the ticket stubs, and I’ll have to trust their word. While initially disconcerting, in a way, it’s sort of comforting being unburdened by memory. So, tonight, when I see Sebadoh at Neumo’s in Seattle, I’ll be free of the past. It’ll be like the first time all over again, which, after all, must have been pretty good since I’ve already tried to recapture that feeling at least twice already.
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