The Elusive Show
Crap.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
Okay, so here's the deal. Saturday morning, I am flying to Nebraska to see my family and visit two of my dearest friends who happen to be expecting their first baby next month. It's a really quick trip, as I'm flying out first thing Saturday morning and coming back to Cleveland on Monday, late afternoon.
I am really looking forward to this trip, and especially meeting the baby bump. My brother, who lives in Omaha, is picking me up at the airport and driving us the three hours home to our parents' house--pretty standard practice for the rare times I make it home. This will give me all day Saturday and all day Sunday, before we have to head back to Omaha Monday morning.
But.
This morning a little piece of my heart was torn out when I had a Gchat from my dad waiting for me...
Ugh. Are you kidding me? Mr. Oberst is playing a show Saturday night. In Omaha. A mere nine hours after I land? Which makes it only five or six hours after I'd actually get home?
Ugh.
I haven't seen Bright Eyes/Conor Oberst/any other incarnation live since 2002. That's six years, people. SIX! And I've never seen him in our shared home state. In the time I've lived in Cleveland, he's never come through. And I never saw him while I lived in Boston, either.
I mean, in all honesty, my family and friends are way more important than seeing Conor with his "new" band, Mystic Valley Band. But it's a bit of a kick in the teeth knowing I'll be so close, yet so far away.
Oberst, you've done it again. Blast.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
Okay, so here's the deal. Saturday morning, I am flying to Nebraska to see my family and visit two of my dearest friends who happen to be expecting their first baby next month. It's a really quick trip, as I'm flying out first thing Saturday morning and coming back to Cleveland on Monday, late afternoon.
I am really looking forward to this trip, and especially meeting the baby bump. My brother, who lives in Omaha, is picking me up at the airport and driving us the three hours home to our parents' house--pretty standard practice for the rare times I make it home. This will give me all day Saturday and all day Sunday, before we have to head back to Omaha Monday morning.
But.
This morning a little piece of my heart was torn out when I had a Gchat from my dad waiting for me...
8:50 AM Dad: Rach, I see that Conor Oberst is going to be in Omaha Sat. w/his new band - Mystic Valley Band
Ugh. Are you kidding me? Mr. Oberst is playing a show Saturday night. In Omaha. A mere nine hours after I land? Which makes it only five or six hours after I'd actually get home?
Ugh.
I haven't seen Bright Eyes/Conor Oberst/any other incarnation live since 2002. That's six years, people. SIX! And I've never seen him in our shared home state. In the time I've lived in Cleveland, he's never come through. And I never saw him while I lived in Boston, either.
I mean, in all honesty, my family and friends are way more important than seeing Conor with his "new" band, Mystic Valley Band. But it's a bit of a kick in the teeth knowing I'll be so close, yet so far away.
Oberst, you've done it again. Blast.
posted by Rachel at
1:51 PM
2 Comments:
Don't rule it out yet. It's worth it. Even consider having a crazy family movie-like escapade a la Little Miss Sunshine or something.
I know how you feel. One of the sacrifices I made when I transferred to a boarding school for this year and next is that I miss almost every concert known to man. :(
Good luck working that out...
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