totally wow’d in the windy city.

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Lollapalooza. Chicago, IL

Back in college, my friend Ezra and his Tufts-based rockband released a CD that could be purchased (with money! through iTunes!) and played at various on-campus coffee shops.  I was completely floored and thought that this was one of the most unbelievable / awesome / I knew him when moments of my life.  Last Friday, however, I flew to Chicago to visit some really great friends and to see Ezra Furman and the Harpoons perform at Lollapalooza and then later at the House of Blues.  Yeah . . . not to make my college self feel like a lesser than peon or anything, but I think now is a more appropriate time to say I knew him when.

I  .  KNEW  .  HIM  .  WHEN

Oh!  After Ezra’s 11:45am performance on Lollapalooza’s Playstation Stage, I crossed over to the Budweiser Stage and got to catch a FANTASTIC performance by Delta Spirit.  Their music was a superb hybrid of Americana rock and northern soul and I didn’t stop dancing once.  Needless to say, I zeroed in on Delta Spirit’s charming and charismatic lead singer Matt Vasquez and wondered if it was possible to get him and his lovely blue-toned flannel button-up to run away with me.  This loosely-based / from a distance / not so serious / you’re famous and I’m not tween crush got a heavy dose of up close and personal when Matt came to see the Harpoons at the House of Blues on Saturday night.  I somehow avoided my usual celebrity sighting stutters, mumbles, and all-around un-awesomeness and instead miraculously maintained a socially acceptable level of subject verb agreement.


All in all, it was a mind-blowingly wonderful weekend and I feel so lucky to know people who can not only articulate their priorities and passions, but then go out and pursue them.  Okay, Amy.  Stop blubbering!  It’s time to get organized and serious[ly obsessed] with the impossible apartment search to end all impossible apartment searches.  Stay tuned . . .