Not Your Time to Make Yourself Known

I went to see Mumford & Sons last night at the Forest Hills Stadium in Queens (thanks to a friend with hookups). It’s a cool venue that holds about 17,000 people but there isn’t really a bad seat in the house, and it was the first concert at the stadium in years. I was expecting a super hipster crowd, but it looked more like a Dave Matthews Band concert (which made me stop and reevaluate my life choices) and just about as white bread as they come. Lots of Bros around, talking through the songs they didn’t know (which was basically anything slow and not on the radio…Bros are the worst). The venue was a lot like the one in the video below, and the guys did this same rendition of Springsteen’s classic… and had similar trouble getting the crowd to simmer down. Turns out the worst way to get a stadium full of caucasians to be quiet is to invoke Bruce. At Forest Hills we had to stop for a minute to wonder if the crowd was booing, but they were really just yelling “Bruuuuce!” (The name Mumford & Sons doesn’t lend itself to chanting.) My favorite part of this video is when the other people shush the “Wooers”

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Soundtrack of My Life

I’ve recently realized something about myself: I like to make soundtracks. Sometimes I do it consciously, like when I make a mix for a roadtrip. Most of the time, though, I don’t even realize I’m doing it. I simply start associating a song (or songs) so closely with something that the two become inextricably linked in my mind. Continue reading