Dont stop the garage rock

Holly Golightly gave me chills last night.

She is such a beautiful beautiful woman. The experience left me smiling from ear to ear.

And it took me awhile to realize that I had been standing next to Jack White. I guess I just didnt look anywhere but in front of me or over at my friend. What a presence. I dont even really like the White Stripes, but when he walked by it was like some kind of divine being in passing. My friend described it as a stalked-by-a-vampire feeling.
Plain and simple, Jack White is a monster. He was wearing a pinstripe suit and satin cowboy boots. He's rather large in stature. His hair really needs some Frizz-ease and he needs to shave the dirtstache. And he bobs his head in a very chicken-like manner.

I was just waiting for him to break someones nose.


Everytime I'd come home, I'd pass by this very rustic loking cafe with free wireless internet. Cafe du Marquis. I'm here now using that free wireless internet and it is a very strange place. From the outside it has a foreign charm with sliding storefront windows. The barista hardly spoke any english and disappeared in the back for about five minutes when I told him that I would like an iced coffee.
Techno music is playing. Cute foreign boys walk in and out. I tried to catch the language. Some sounds Russian, but I know my russian well enough to second guess that it was Greek.

It loses its charm, though, once you look out the front window and see an O'Tooles pub and a Jeep Cherokee across the street.

Returning back to my home, doing the things I loved and took for granted, really confuses the shit out of me. I miss it. When Ana told me she was moving to Detroit and told me of all of the things her future roomie showed her around town, I had major flashbacks. Seeing Holly Golightly at one of my favorite venues ever, seeing familiar detroit-music-scene faces in the crowd; it drove me crazy. The great bars, the midnight movies at the Main Art, these fucking weird cafes, the dancing, the local music scene, the art spaces, the abundance of resale shops, the clothes, the style, my friends. It's a mindfuck.

I love Kalamazoo. Love it. But I'm not going to stay there. I have to move on and store Kalamazoo in my mind as the place where I spent my college years and had the time of my life. I will try my best to keep the people I met as close to me as possible when I leave and I know I will fail with a lot of them. Inevitable. So with this being my last year in that city, I have to make the most of it. I will make sure I see and experience everything that Kalamazoo has to offer. And I know I have the best people to share all of that with me.
It's sad.

I dont even know if i'll end up back in Detroit. I dont know where I will go. But I only have twelve more months to figure it out.


Now, I will go help the amazing Matthew Conzett bake vegan cookies.



ps: It looks like I actually will be able to go to Seattle, since I dont have to pay rent for another month.