Anxious Spirits: Help me I'm in indie rock hell... (A metaphor for life) (Part 2)

Anxious Spirits, originally uploaded by skitbraviking.

It was Saturday night and after spending the entire day by myself I found myself at the Dungen show, which I had been anticipating but was not super pscyhed to be attending by myself. I chatted it up a bit with the singer på svenska and found out that he was as surprised as I was that a Swedish band, singing in Swedish, could ever have been this popular here in the States. Makes my world seem a little more seemless.

Nevertheless, I got myself a Makers Mark (yes, that is a plug) and and settled in on the rear riser by the sound board at the Empty Bottle. From that point forward I lost myself in the songs and improvizations of Dungen, enjoying their hippiness despite my distaste for most things hippy. Following their lulls and crescendos and cul de sac hooks and finding myself on a road of sorts, a road that swept me up and out of the indie world, despite being within it's time-space boundaries, practically dead center—the Empty Bottle. I left the Bottle feeling unlike any other concert experience I've ever had. Postive—that's the main modifier that comes to mind. And why shouldn't I? It's a nice and new feeling for me. Light and airy but not like a stoned dipshit. No tension. No conflict. Just me and the open road in front of me. Why the fuck not?