My Wandering Days are Over


It seems I’m forever delayed these days. If I had to make the analogy as clear as possible to you all, it would go something like this: you know when you’re waiting for the bus and there’s that person who ALWAYS makes a mad dash to get on the bus? And they do that every single day? Well, that’s how I’m feeling. Call me always a little late for the bus.

That being said…

Riding on city buses for a hobby is sad, right?

The most lustrous and emotionally resonant band that has characterized my own personal development played down the street from me a few weeks ago. While it was the third time I have seen them shine their beauty unto their appeasing minions, this appearance hit me on a more deeper level than the others. Maybe it’s because I’m older. Maybe it’s because timeless music transcends context. Regardless of the reason, Belle & Sebastian’s set list seemed to have been curated for my personal enjoyment. Look what they played!

  1. (Extended Version)
  2. (Just the first few lines)
  3. Encore:

By the time song #6 finished, I was practically swooning.

I also just recently learned what a Arab Strap really was. Yikes.

Stuart Doing His ThingOn-Stage Mayhem


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