graham, jon, alina, claire, bryce, and lailey's big indie rock adventure

I feel weird narrating this. The whole weekend felt like some kind of romantic, almost sexual fling between me and my music. I don't feel like I can write the mood of it. There's something very childlike in it. When I was younger I had a fascination with Ninja Turtles. I got a feeling from those toys and those games that is rarely echoed in anything for me anymore. It often was then. It's something insular, a warmth, a rightness, a wonder, a daydream. I see it in Pokemon for kids now, watch them react to it much the way I did then. Some music taps into this in different ways. Boards of Canada do it most directly, the Plan do it but I don't think they know it.

Of course it doesn't hurt that the whole trip seemed charmed. We got the transportation, the money, the people, the tickets, the lodging, the food - everything. Every time worked out, nothing and nobody broke or fought, and yeah, the show was worth it. Worth it * 100. Driving to BC for Radiohead was worth it. Spending a weekend for the Plan was better, if for the sole virtue that I got to go onto the stage.

Some people have favorite bands. I have musical love affairs.

It's just a little crush
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just some little thing
Not like everything I do depends on you