This Saturday, I'm attending the Cruel World festival in Pasadena. I'm excited to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Blancmange, Garbage, and Madness, who I've never seen live, along with OMD, Allison Moyet, and New Order, who I have seen live, amongst others. There's so much music. I dig the vibe, the goth aesthetic is my jam.
Don't ask me what I'm wearing, because I don't know, yet.
A few years back, we saw Siouxsie Sioux at Cruel World. It was phenomenal. I've written about it. Siouxsie was my idol in high school. And we saw punk rock icon Iggy Pop. There was a lightning storm so we actually had to go back Sunday night to see Siouxsie play. I danced hands in the air the entire time she sang. I felt 16 again.
There's something about a festival. I adore the hours of music. I love the people watching. The fashion. The stall food. The beer. I am gonna try to keep it mellow though, because I have to make it all day and night.
I truly do believe that music keeps me young. It keeps me feeling. And alive. So alive. Lately, I've been feeling my age. I think the stress of being a public defender is getting to me again body wise. My neck, my back, and my stomach. Oh vey.
Most days, I dream of writing full-time and perhaps teaching on the side. Last weekend, I spoke at a senior center in Pasadena via zoom. It was so much fun. They had great questions. They were into it. And this Thursday night, I'm speaking to a writing class at PCC in Pasadena.
Pasadena has been in my life recently. Is that a sign that this weekend will be epic? I hope so.