Arcade Fire stopped by for a visit. last time they came Husband was on an island and I was too poor to be worthy of their presence, but as of last night we are no longer arcade-fire-concert-virgins. every time we go to a concert it always reminds me how badly I want to be in a band. I probably should learn some skillz first. my beginning-piano-class-from-over-two-years-ago-skillz probably won’t make the cut. as of last night though I have officially added two instruments to the list-of-instruments-I-would-love-to-learn-how-to-play-once-I-am-finished-with-college-and-have-slightly-more-time-and-money-to-pay-for-/-attend-lessons:
p.s. while writing a TEN page paper on Madame de Pompadour and Madame du Barry and how they represented the Rococo style in nineteenth century art, I listened to Rococo by Arcade Fire at least 3.7 million times. rococo.