Wednesday, September 14, 2005
(what has become my Standard Loop, with start/end indicated in purple)
There is student housing at MIT that must have an absolutely gorgeous view of the Charles River and of downtown Boston beyond. Tonight I was running on my Standard Loop by this housing when I heard this godawful live rock music. ("Rock" is not actually right: imagine rock as a man and metal as a woman, breeding the two of them, having metal drink several cases of beer for every day of her pregnancy, and then giving the child over to be raised by an Ozzy Ozbourne shaped wire monkey, and the resulting offspring is what was playing.) I look up, and in one of the windows is a dorm room that has a scruffy kid standing in his boxers a few feet away from the window wailing into this microphone. Behind him was what looked like a complete drum set and another shirtless kid beating away on the drums like they had just insulted his mother.* And, although I didn't see him, there must have been a kid playing guitar in the room as well, presumably he was rocking out sans shirt as well.
I must admit, as terrible as the music was, it was hard not to envy them and the way they were expending the chronological capital of privileged youth.
* BTW, Chris Uggen wrote an inspired post about drummer jokes awhile back.