Mind the gap

…this title brought to you by my wastebasket for witty college essay hooks!

I realized the other day that it’s been over three weeks since my last post. As was the case with the last one, this one is being written in a coffee shop as I avoid finishing my Wisconsin application. It’s really almost done this time.

A lot has happened since that posting:

  • Last weekend, I went “home.” Actually, home has been a pretty complicated concept for me recently, but more on that later. I mostly went back that weekend in particular because of Hearn Oktoberfest, which, as usual, couldn’t possibly come close to disappointing. It was fun to go back.
  • The weekend before that was homecoming. Bucky won against Northwestern (football) and twice against Northern Michigan (hockey), and the Pack killed the Ravens. It was weird to root against a team with a Maryland flag involved, but a job’s a job. Never really cared much for the Ravens, anyways.
  • The garden closed. We had a garden closing party in the garden. Both things were great for their own reasons. One of the reasons for the greatness was that the bartending manager, senior bartender, and I cooked the food for the party – to include moose chili. Moose chili is really, really good. We cooked it in the prep kitchen at the restaurant, which is exponentially nicer than my little kitchen at home. Also, the garden is closed now, which is a huge relief. It’s a perfectly nice place to have a meal, but keeping it open is a different discussion altogether.
  • FreakFest is coming up, which is a huge Halloween-themed music festival on State Street. That’s tomorrow night. Halloween lasts about a week here in Madison. People take it super seriously. I work tomorrow night, so it’ll be a fun one. Still deciding on how to dress up.

Going home was really weird.

It was certainly nice, but I don’t know that I’d call it home anymore, which is what makes it weird. Everyone remembers their first trip home after they move out, and how weird it was, but I just… feel like Madison is home now. I didn’t think it would happen so fast.

There’s a scene in one of my favorite movies, Garden State, that describes it really well.

Largeman: You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your s**t, that idea of home is gone.

Sam: I still feel at home in my house.

Largeman: You’ll see, one day when you move out, it just sort of happens, one day and it’s gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. Maybe it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it’s like a cycle or something. I don’t know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.

I don’t know if I’d go as far as to say that this applies completely, but it’s certainly headed to that direction. It didn’t help that home sort of changed drastically right before I moved away from it.

For now, though, Madison is home. It was certainly nice to see everyone and hang out in Silver Spring/DC again.

Finally, in music news, I’ve been listening a lot to the new Snarky Puppy album, “Family Dinner, Volume 1.” They did it again, but it’s different than their last ones because they recorded every track with a singer. Also, no Shaun Martin, but they certainly survive. Here are three of my favorites. By favorites, I mean the three songs that have been on repeat this entire week along with “J.S. Bach: The Goldberg Variations, no. 1” by Chris Thile & Mike Marshall and “Poinciana” by Ahmad Jamal.

She sings two notes at once during her solo. Skip to 6:10 if you’re impatient.

That is the hippest use of a bass clarinet that I’ve ever seen.

The guest there – Magda Giannikou – is a prolific Greek-French musician and the frontwoman of Banda Magda, which is, at least in a sense, the French version of Snarky Puppy.

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