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i can't really tell you why. sure they were fun, played good music, had some awesome tonuge in cheek lyrics and of course did free concerts, but there was something more than that.
i guess part of it is that when i hear their songs i am reminded of the two things i love: the ocean and san francisco. san fran because that is usually where i went to see them. i remember the first time i saw them in concert was at the see alice run event in golden gate park alomost five year ago. i didn't even know who they were; i had gone for the 5k run, but i ran out and bought their cd that day. Nine Days played at that event as well. i didn't run out and buy their cd.
the last time i saw stroke 9 in concert was at the beach in santa cruz last summer. i was sitting on the steps of the board walk with my ex (who only went because i begged him). their stage was set up facing the boardwalk so i could see the band and the ocean at the same time. it was awesome.
i miss that band they were so much fun to listen to.
i miss the beach, the ocean, and the smell of salt water.
i miss how small you feel as you stand at the waters egde and look out across the waves to the horizon.
i miss california. it's people, traffic, energy... i never realized how an area can make you feel more alive simply by the way it feels.
california has this hum about it, some would call it tension i guess, and some days it was so maddening i thought i was going to snap. but here in arkansas that hum has faded to less that a whisper and i feel no drive. i think i needed that tension; that little extra kick in the ass in the morning that said "get up! do something, and be someone!"
i don't miss him.
i think about him, but then i wish he had never come into my life.
and lately i find myself thinking more about what would have happened to me had he never been. it saddens me, thinking that i missed out on something great.
