My (second) boyfriend Conor Oberst played at Stubbs Saturday night. I didn't come close enough to him to falsify a rape report, but we did end up in VIP.
I wanna add - this is the fifth time I've seen this man, the third time at Stubb's actually, and he brings a different mood each time he plays. It's rare for artists like him to play their hits, but Oberst indulged us with a heart-weepy version of "This Is the First of the Day," which I would have recorded in its entirety had my (other) boyfriend not bombarded me with "don't you get too drunk and fuck someone else" texts, making me press the record button a little late. Hence, it starts midway through the first line. And no, I can't hold a camera for shit. Beggars can't be choosers!
I sang this song to my son when he was a baby. It meant the world to me to hear it live.I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Oh, added bonus: Keanu Reeves was hanging around, fully bearded.
What are you doing on this side of the dark?
You chose that side, and those you left
feel your image across their sleeping lids
as a blinding atomic blast.
Last we knew,you were suspended midair
like an angel for a pageant off the room
where your wife slept. She had
to cut you down who’d been (I heard)
so long holding you up.
We all tried to,faced with your need, which we somehow
understood and felt for and took
into our veins like smack. And you
must be lured by that old pain smoldering
like woodsmoke across the death boundary.
Prowl here, I guess, if you have to bother somebody.
Or, better yet, go bother God, who shaped
that form you despised from common clay.
That light you swam so hard away from
still burns, like a star over a desert or atop
a tree in a living room where a son’s photos
have been laid face down for the holiday.