16 march 2003.

there's a knock on the door at 4am telling me my music is too loud, could i please turn it down. i want to say "but have you HEARD this? its practically required to be loud" but i stutter an apology and go back to bed.

it felt good to be in philly the other night, knees scraping restaurant booths and sharing chairs to stand on. a few of us got stuck against the back wall because we couldn't get through the crowd - soon there were about three times as many people as when we first got there. in the middle of the set, kids crowded on the stage and i could feel the boomboom vibrations on my shoulderblades coming off the wood paneling. they were across this sea of people, three feet off the ground like i was, and if if i knew more about religion i'd try to part it and meet them halfway. instead ryan and i waved to each other and smile and that was good enough for me.

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