MinneapolitanMusic

First off, thanks, Greg, for that kick in the ass I oh-so-needed to get back on the blog again. Why does summer make me so flaky?

I have just returned from a long, long weekend (i.e. we left last Tuesday evening) in Chicago, and it was glorious. Well, except for the part where the boys tried to do some home improvements and my brother-in-law dropped a cast iron sink on his finger. That wasn't so glorious. But we did get to wander around downtown (actually, everyone else knew where we were going, but I staggered aimlessly behind them with my eyes to the sky and my jaw half open like the innocent little farm girl that I am), we visited a few beautiful landmarks, and then we had an extremely hung over day at the Zoo and a less toxic day at the Botanic Gardens.

This whole last week has really got me thinking about the future (yes, I know, everyone is shocked that I am burrowed deep in contemplation instead of clacking out my reviews like a good girl) and what is going to happen when we finally up and relocate. I already knew I didn't deal well with grandiose topics, but there is something terrifying about going out into the real world, and being smack dab in the middle of downtown Chicago was about as real a world as I have ever felt. Please don't laugh, because this is sort of embarassing, but I actually gasped when I saw a chic looking woman step out in front of me on the curb, casually hail a cab, open the door and get whisked away. There was something about the tumultuous power of the buildings and the swells of crowds and business of traffic lights and trains that made me want to lay down in the street just to take it all in. I know, I'm sorta sheltered and weird about things such as these, but it was somehow magnificent.

So here I am, back in Minneapolis, and I am totally and completely on the fence about it all. I know that we will move no matter what, but there are things about this city that are so friendly and safe and familiar, I worry that I am going to get lost in the swooshing of the bigger city.

And more importantly, I am now required to conduct a poll: what on earth should this blog be called? "MinneapolitanMusic: Now with 100% more Chicago"? "ChicagoanMusic...well, at least for a while anyway till she changes it back"? Help!

Oh, and also, it has been over a week since I have seen/heard live music. The shakes have subsided a bit but I am definitely ready to meet someone somewhere where there is a band on a stage, hold a cold glass in my hand, take notes, put in my earplugs and find myself all over again. Wanna come?