novembre

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red rocket red rocket

this elongated weekend, i saw, i heard, we felt

three of my closest friends
giant plaster dinosaurs
spiders climbing stubby aloe plants
a candy wrapper wedged between overgrown weeds wrapping around a broken bench swing
a dog that smelled like the ocean
too many dirty feet
license plates from florida, michigan, arizona
long lines
groups of friends who resembled each other
melting everything
firemen aiming their hoses at the sky and showering hundreds of people in the hundred degree heat
six IHOPs and five del tacos lining various southern californian freeways
a girl i knew once, up on a stage singing
a thousand people
fifty thousand people
ticket scalpers
sunburn
ugly tattoos
sweat
a popular girl from high school dancing slowly in the swaying heat in the middle of a white tent filled with bass, water bottles and bare feet
so many bands, snippets of sets, people wandering in and out of tents, people clapping
people laying on the grass at midnight serenaded by radiohead
robert smith in the same makeup he wore twenty years ago
hugging and singing along to every song the pixies sang
bow + guitar = pixies guitar solo
a stolen continental breakfast shared with eleven people
beck watching kraftwerk with a ten year old, we craned our necks but couldn't see kim deal
fireworks
fire
a mechanical voice declaring i am a french robot
wayne of the flaming lips walking over the crowd inside a giant plastic bubble
search lights peaking in the sky
holding hands, bouncing and dancing as badly as possible because the sun had set and we could finally breathe
everything expanded as the air cooled, we held onto each other as we threaded through crowds and i made sure to stand next to tents, fences, or some sort of exit at all times

10:29 pm - 05.05.04

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