for the love of metric and margot

oh man, what a weekend.

on friday, the day of the metric concert, there was an accident. happily pedaling down centre st., i collided with a freshly opened car door. no time to think or stop, launched from my bike, airborne, over the door, skin and shoulder and helmet on the pavement. ambulance, emergency room, tetanus shot, x-rays, arrogant doctors, saline sloshed into my open wounds. in the end, nothing was broken (thank god). i walked away with my left arm in a sling and some gauze haphazardly taped to my thigh. limbs intact, nothing lost but a little pride.

here are some pictures!

despite their efforts, the gods failed to keep me from my love, emily. earlier in the week, after a heart attack inducing cancellation, the metric show was fatefully rescheduled for friday at midnight. even though i wasn’t released from the hospital until 6, i still had time to make the trip to new york and witness the brilliance that is metric. my friend tom (thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou!) drove me down to the show. i was in pain and still a little shaken up, but it was ridiculously awesome. i danced and sang all the words and ogled emily in her skin-tight, metallic onesie.

and the fun didn’t stop there.

saturday morning, we drove back to boston so i could make it to the margot and the nuclear so and so’s show at the middle east. they were SO so so great, better than i remembered. i even hung out with the trumpet player for a little while. he said this tour is a lot better than the last because his girlfriend had been cheating on him all throughout the last one. then he asked me for some pot. i didn’t have any.

they played talking in code during the encore, sent shivers down my spine.

as masochistic as this may sound, the pain from the wreck made the music even better. it got all the way into my bones.

metric and margot, i love you, black-and-blue and aching. digging ditches out of boredom. voice cracks like a piano.

nothing can keep me away.