Pity Party

Forgive the self-indulgence here; I’m just feeling a little badly for myself. There’s so many things I’d love to see and do, and either I don’t have anyone to go with me, or I can’t afford to go, or even worse, both. This weekend Henry Rollins, one of my favorite performers, is playing Birmingham. I asked Date if he wanted to go, and he did his usual sputtering and avoiding until I finally just said, “The answer’s no.” How hard is it to tell me no? If you don’t want to go, don’t hem and haw around, just say no. I can handle it, I promise. I’m a big girl. I don’t particularly like being told no (and I can’t imagine that you love it either) but it’s not that big a deal.

At lunch I read the AV Club and I noticed that Public Image Limited is touring this spring. I got pretty excited until I saw that there’s not a single show scheduled anywhere in the South. The closest I could figure with my not-great geographical skills is Kansas City. They are, however, playing in Seattle. I told the boy that he has to go because there are no dates scheduled near me, and he texted back “!!!”. WTF is that? Anyway, another show I’ll miss.

And now for my rationalizations for why missing these shows don’t bother me: The last few Rollins shows I’ve seen contained a whole lot of recycled material, which made the shows less funny and not nearly as enjoyable. Half the fun of a good joke or story is anticipating the ending, so once that’s gone, it’s just not as good. Plus, I really need to color my hair, and since I can’t wash it for 24 hours after applying color, Saturday night is the only good time to do it. As for PiL, well, the last time I saw them in concert, it wasn’t a really electrifying performance. Now mind you, the last time I saw them was in 1989, but they’ve probably not gotten any better, right?