I have two and a half hours before I have to go to work at the club. The Trasheteria to be precise.
I take off the jeans that have been uncomfortable all day...I like the word vexatious instead...and put on a new pair of lounge pants I bought today. I know realistically it is a bad idea, because it will make me getting ready for work that much more difficult, but I do it anyways.
Now I am under my covers, flipping through iTunes.
I never know what to choose. But since it feels like my brain is pounding against my skull in an attempt to break free, I think I will listen to a little Pedro the Lion, soothe the soul and recount a true story in which a little freedom came just at the right time.
Friendship is truly one of the most precious of connections in this life, at least in my opinion. To meet and connect with other people and build foundations of trust and allegiance is what gives a person substance in life. Happiness flourishes in numbers, and memories are what we live by everyday. The bond between friends is unconditional; an unconditional love. However, some friendships become erratic or volatile. Perhaps the friend you thought you had was not a friend at all, but a foe. An opponent, an adversary, a rival.
Somebody I have the utmost love and respect for had been crushed to the point of crumbling to ruins in a situation which affected both of our lives greatly. Friends turned foes; and the anguish was drowning him. However insignificant the situation will prove to be, the possibility of moving on without a fight seemed slim to none. I received a late night telephone call, in an area with little service, from my friend who had just been at the David Bazan concert in Toronto. Sitting on a cold linoleum bathroom floor, knees up and head rested on them, I traced the pattern on the floor over and over and over, digesting the emotion coming from the other end of the line. I wasn't sure of my heart had ever beat that fast, I could feel the pain of my friend so strongly, and struggled for something comforting to say. I knew nothing would make his sadness subside, and nothing would take the rage from his fists. I listened to how his escape to this concert was ruined like everything else in his life. I listened to the hate that filled his voice. I understood his anger, friends are supposed to be forever. To parallel your life with somebody elses, and then have them turn it upside down is a terrible helpless feeling. At a moment during our conversation, my friend stopped, he said "oh my God, David Bazan is right in front of me." David Bazan is the singer/songwriter from the band Pedro The Lion. That musician had been with my friend and I through years of our lives, the most significant of times. A complete and total inspiration, especially to my friend who is a musician himself. David Bazan writes the kind of music that you feel as much as you hear it. Every lyric to every song has meaning, and there he was. The phone was muffled and the next thing I knew, I was speaking on the telephone to David Bazan. With a loss for words the only thing I could think was "holy shit" and "why did he give him the phone?!" I knew that Bazan was my friends #1 inspiration and that this moment would be so important to him. My friend got back on the phone and said "Katelyn you just talked to David Bazan on the phone, and that is because I love you." Then, I watched a tear land on that cold linoleum floor. I cried, and he laughed. The first laugh to emerge out of a phone call filled with screams, and pleas. Freedom. A moment as significant as talking to your favorite rockstar on the phone, or shaking his hand and thanking him for his music, brought us back to the surface. For a beautiful cleansing moment we just sat on the phone and breathed. I knew he was smiling, and he knew I was smiling. A moment perhaps only significant to the two of us, but it was all we needed for that instant, and it will be a memory we will cherish forever. My friend and I will be free from the betrayal we have been faced with, and in the end we will Rejoice.
Wouldn't it be so wonderful
if everything were meaningless.
But everything is so meaningful,
and most everything turns to shit.
Rejoice
--Pedro The Lion
Love you RTD
Rejoice. Rejoice.
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