I’m ok… sorta.
So yesterday was the suck for me. I was pretty depressed all day and stayed home from work... again. I was feeling ill on Thursday and took as sick day. I worked from home on Friday because my back was still in a lot of pain. Mike bought a bundle of tickets to the BLS concert a couple of months ago. I don't listen to their music, but he always invites me to go to concerts he attends and in light of my natural tendency to withdrawal from everything around me these days and feel sorry for myself, I accepted. The opening bands were Priestess and Black Stone Cherry. The only thing I knew about Black Label Society was that Zakk Wylde was the frontman and there was going to be hair band guitar rock going on. It was loud and the crowd was sucked right out of the 80's best metal years. There was a group of us there... Mike (my old friend), Mike (his neighbor), Miranda, Jennifer, Charles, and myself. We met for drinks before the show at The Strip House because it was close to the Toyota Center. I thought that was where the show was to be performed, but it ended up being at Warehouse Live... which is over by the Meridian. It was my first time there and I was really impressed with the venue. I am kicking myself now for not making a larger effort to see the Burden Brothers there when they were in town. In synopsis, the show was an experience even if not my choice of music. Black Stone Cherry was the better of the three bands in my opinion.
I slept in today. Still under the weather, being alone is easier because I don't have act like everything is ok. It's not like anything can be said or done. It just is what it is. Sam and I are going to see The Who tonight. The Pretenders are opening up for them... I think. I saw the Rolling Stones last year with Ted and I figured I'd scratch another staple in music history off the list tonight. Again, not my normal fair, but I'm pretty open minded when it comes to music and the arts. Hopefully I'll start feeling a little better. I'm almost certain it has something to do with the proximity to the holidays.
I'll write more later...
You seem to handle depression alot like me. I’d really like to be left alone with it so that my pity party can go into full swing without someone trying to pull me away. And I want the BEST kind of pity party, all the bells and whistles and a bon fire if you can swing it. And though I want to be alone with it I DO want everyone to KNOW how I feel. Know what I mean?
Anyway, The sadness is always going to be there but hopefully it won’t be long before you’ll look back on this time and remember the feelings but won’t get pulled under by them.
Funnily I also ended up at a bar with a live metal band. It so isn’t my scene I insisted we leave. Since I was with a big group of people really more interested in drinking than music, it wasn’t too hard to convince them.
Sorry you’re feeling bad, Clayton. I’m sending you virtual hugs (and backrubs).
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