I just found out that downtown Austin’s Intel-building-that-never-was got imploded this week. I wish I could have been there, it was only a few blocks from our house… just across Town Lake.
Watching that video reminded me of the night that Dan, Kelly, and I stayed up all night at Union Pool to watch the Twin Keyspan Gas Tanks fall in Williamsburg in July 2001. I remember being both filled with glee and a little bit terrified. Once the debris cloud started creeping our way, we actually started running. It seemed like a big deal at the time.
I never really thought about it until today, but we spent another notable evening at Union Pool again 3 months later after we’d all fled the towers falling in Manhattan on September 11th. What I remember most of all from that night is that I finally reached my parents by phone at around 11 when we were walking back to the apartment. It was such a confusing night– we were still reeling from the day, having a few beers, and then watching George Bush unwrap his new rhetoric of evil and terror for the first time the on the little TV behind the bar. I have no idea of what I actually said to my folks on the phone, but I’m sure it was odd. Do y’all remember?
Arcade Fire, Judson Memorial Church NYC Originally uploaded by activitystory.
We were lucky enough to get tickets to see the Arcade Fire at the Judson Memorial Church in NYC on Saturday (flickr photoset). I think the main highlight was “Wake Up” played in the crowd as an opener, but the whole show was great, and included a lot of new material. You can listen to the whole show at NPR. It let out really early, so we tried to go see Kevin at the Knitting Factory afterward, but, sadly, his show was sold out. The two-show challenge never works, as I unfortunately learned in hi school when the Coctails and Polvo played Dallas the same night at different clubs.
Some of you may have already seen these, since I’ve been feverishly emailing out the link, but I meant to post about these a few weeks ago… our pictures from our visit to the Czech Republic last month. We had a great time, and just missed the windstorms.
Oh, and there are some photos of me running a half-marathon in Central Park the weekend we got back, not sure how long those will be up.
After my last post and the Chavez reunion show I attended w/ Jay a few weeks back, I realize that I’ve entered a period of Late 90s indie rock nostalgia. I hope you’ll join me… . I suppose I’ll have to do a record jumble of this before I get over it.
