Currently Playing in My Head
"Good Enough," by Mudhoney, from Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge
The way I dressed for that Dresden Dolls show did this to me.

Things Go Round in Circles
A couple months ago a co-worker made me a "best of" Dresden Dolls CD. She was trying to drum up interest in that show last weekend (it worked). I realised the other day exactly where I was when I first actually listened to the CD, and it gave me a jolt.
Last fall I was taking a night class in Raleigh, and I played the CD in my car on the way back home after class. I was stopped at a red light at the intersection of Wade Avenue and Dixie Trail. On one corner of this interesection there is a retirement home, but back in the late 1980's there were two mid-20th-century houses there, facing Dixie Trail but set way back from the street in a patch of woods. I lived in one of these, along with the guy who was my freshman college roommate (who OD'd in 1992), his girlfiend (with whom I am still friends) and a various cast of other characters. I think it's crazy that that's where I was when I first played the CD.
I wore a relic to the show last Saturday, an Einstürzende Neubauten t-shirt. It had been common property of me and that freshman roommate. I can't remember how I ended up with it. I thought it would be cool to wear that to the show. I wore it over a long-sleeved thermal undershirt and I was so kewl, man, like Stewie last Sunday night. The shirt has the Einstürzende Neubauten target-headed person symbol on it, as seen on the album cover on this page.
When we were climbing the stairs to our seats on the balcony we passed a group walking down, and a guy said to me, "Cool shirt!" Then he turned to his friends and said, "Hey! There was a guy with an Einstürzende Neubauten t-shirt."
One of his friends said, "Here?"

Closure
I got my diploma today. On Saturday I got a card saying the postman had a package for methat he couldn't leave. It was certified mail, and since I'm never home when the postman comes I had to go the post office to get it. I had to sacrifice swimming like I usually do at lunch to make this trip, but it was worth it.
The Dresden Dolls show was really, really kick-ass. They played "You've got to fight for your right to party," and "The Immigrant Song."