The Phoenix Is Reborn

This title seems fitting because I’ve been reflecting a lot on lately on “my past life” if you will. Life before I started going to Ithaca college, or even life as a “lowly freshman”. This time last year the high point of my life was telling my neighbor’s girlfriend that she sounded like the demon from the movie paranormal activity when they went at in bed ( I still have nightmares about that movie...and that sound). This title is also fitting because now, I’m going to concerts such as Phoenix at Cornell.

Phoenix was unknown to me until this summer...then again a lot of the music I like now was unknown me previous to this summer. As many of you who read this know, I went to Lollapalooza this summer and it pretty much changed my life. Not in the “oh my god I’m going to be a musician cause I totally can play my acoustic guitar while doing covers of bob dylan in your local starbucks” way, but in the helping me to define who and what I am, as well as what I like to do. Phoenix which had been new to me then seemed like an old friend at this point.

It was a night out with friends, friends who I had not seen much lately, save the exception of one who insists on being more my frenemy than my actual friend (even though she is in my list of favorite contacts on my phone). I had been thinking lately what life had been like before I knew them, how things had changed since meeting them, and how hot the opening act was...the last part isn’t a kodak moment, but it needed to be said.


So may there be many more nights of almost having a seizure from the light show filled with the companionship of friends such as yourselves. As for Phoenix, keep stringing together random english words to make songs it’s really awesome. Oh also buy yourself an english dictionary and look up the definition of the word “last song”, not that I’m complaining. Also thank you for putting on the best show I've seen since Lollapalooza itself.


Until next time,
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman