under pressure...!

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Well, the great death (aka law school) has finally begun. I actually don't really want to dwell on the subject. Believe me, I have been thinking about it enough this week. I do work well under pressure, so I suppose it all works out. I would, however, like to report that my first two experiences with being called on in class were successes! My hands were shaking like crazy when Lawson called on me today. Pleadings! Thank God I took extensive notes. Oh, and I am absolutely DYING for some fellow 1L's with discerning musical tastes to reveal themselves. I'M BEGGING YOU.

In better news from this week, I got very nice seats for The Decemberists' show at the Singletary Center! I was very pleasantly surprised. I figured I'd waited too long to get ones that close. Had to shell out a few extra bucks, but oh well. I'm really excited for all the prospects of shows that are in and around Lexington this fall. I just hate that I will more than likely have to miss quite a few good ones. These United States at Buster's, Blitzen Trapper at Southgate House,, and GirlTalk at UK TONIGHT...fantastic.

Here's a new playlist I made to study by. You should check out some of these songs. I'm turned off by most covers, but these are well-done (especially when they make really bad songs good!) Leave me comments with other good ones! I like to call it "Cover Charge." Pun intended.

1. Devendra Banhart-"Forget About Him" (Kath Bloom)
2. Antony and the Johnsons-"Knockin' on Heaven's Door" (Bob Dylan)
3. Gary Jules-"Mad World" (Tears for Fears)
4. Andrew Bird-"Oh Sister" (Bob Dylan)
5. Kid Lightning-"Straight Outta Compton" (N.W.A.)
6. Elliott Smith-"Thirteen" (Big Star)
7. The Swell Season-"Into the Mystic" (Van Morrison)
8. The Wombats-"Bleeding Love" (Leona Lewis)
9. Hot Club de Paris-"You Can Call Me Al" (Paul Simon)
10. The Arcade Fire-"Five Years" (David Bowie)
11. Sean Lennon-"Would I Be The One" (T. Rex)
12. Okkervil River-"I Came Here to Say I'm Going Away" (Serge Gainsbourg)
13. The Flaming Lips-"Borderline" (Madonna)
14. WHY?-"Close to Me" (The Cure)
15. Calexico-"Alone Again Or" (Love)
16. Daniel Rossen of Grizzly Bear-"Too Little Too Late" (Jojo)
17. The Futureheads-"Hounds of Love" (Kate Bush) *Ra Ra Riot does a great cover of this as well...
18. Glen Hansard-"Cry Me A River" (Justin Timberlake)
19. DeVotchKa-"Venus in Furs" (The Velvet Underground)
20. Blitzen Trapper-"Crazy on You" (Heart)
21. Otis Redding-"Day Tripper" (The Beatles)
22. Rachel Yamagata-"River" (Joni Mitchell)
23. Klaxons-"No Diggity" (Blackstreet)
24. Franz Ferdinand-"All of my Friends" (LCD Soundsystem)
25. Colin Meloy and Laura Gibson-"Bring it on Home to Me" (Sam Cooke. I also recommend the covers by The Animals and The Zombies.)
26. The Wrens-"Nightswimming" (R.E.M.)
27. Cold War Kids-"Indoor Fireworks" (Elvis Costello) *had to throw this in of course...

one week is 10,080 minutes, and one minute is a long time...

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I think I've gone from being Seymour Glass to Gregor Samsa. Metamorphosis, indeed.

one sweet dream.

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My apologies for the absence. The aforementioned storm also took my internet out, and the problem wasn't resolved until a few days ago. That's okay I suppose. I wouldn't have had time to write a proper post anyway.

Since the deluge, I have been to two fantastic shows. Last week was Old Crow Medicine Show's Big Surprise tour stop at Waterfront Park. Obviously, it featured Old Crow, alongside guests like the Felice Brothers, Justin Townes Earle, and Gillian Welch. It was a pretty brilliant idea for the tour. Each act would come out and play four or five of their own songs. Then, EVERY other artist would join them on stage to play a final two or three. It was a great feel for the show. Having 12-13 people on stage made it seem kind of like Parliament Funkadelic suddenly turned into a nu-grass band. Now there's something I would pay to see.

Now, onto more monumental matters of the Sarah Hunt concert-going canon. Saturday was THE concert. The zenith. The paradigm by which I will judge all others. Of course, this was the concert of one of my heroes--James Paul McCartney. We caught him at the Green Concert for Piedmont Conservancy in Atlanta. I don't think I'm even going to attempt transcribing my emotions into words. I don't mean to sound like a 14-year-old who has just seen her first Jonas Brothers show and is 79% sure that Joe winked at her. This is a totally different experience for me. My dad raised me on The Beatles. They were his band, and everyone knew it. When the anthology series debuted, KET aired the chapters one by one on Saturday nights. I can remember curling up in the old recliner with him (even though I was probably eleven or twelve by then) and watching the shows. He had seen just about every classic rock act imaginable--I lost track of all the Led Zeppelin stories. However, he was always crushed that he was never able to see The Beatles. They stopped touring by the time he was about 17. So, when I saw Paul, I just couldn't help but wish that he could be there to experience it with me. It was the epitome of a bittersweet moment. Paul came on stage to "Drive My Car", and I stood in the field blinded with tears but wearing a smile on my face that probably hadn't been seen since I was a child at Christmas.

The concert itself was incomparable. I know I probably sound like a broken record, but it's true. Even if I didn't hold Paul in the high regard that I do, I would have been blown away by the show. He performed for nearly three hours, with the only breaks coming between his two encores. Although I would have enjoyed hearing a little "Monkberry Moon Delight", the show really left nothing to be desired. The majority of his songs were Beatles standards, with a sprinkling of Wings tunes and two new ones from the "Fireman" album. The downpour that hit Piedmont Park couldn't dampen my mood either. Actually, I thought it was the perfect coincidence that it began as Paul sang "Blackbird." Most of the crowd started throwing blankets over themselves, or pulling out the ponchos that are for some reason still accepted by the 30+ crowd. Evan and I just looked at one another and smiled, then put our hands in the air and our face to the sky. I didn't have a dry thread when all was said and done, but I wouldn't have it any other way. His final encore was ace. It began with the "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band" reprise, which went immediately into "The End."

I won't ramble about that any longer. I'll just finish up for today by saying that I often have the same suspicions about people as Seymour Glass. I think they must be plotting to make me happy.

when the rain comes, they run and hide their heads.

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Looks like ye olde blog is getting off to a slow start, courtesy of the crazy storm system that blew through yesterday. Don't get me wrong, I love a good storm. This storm, however, had me convinced that Voldemort and a few death eaters were about to fly into my apartment at any time. Turns out that there were only electricity eaters--the death eaters' distant cousins from Pittsburgh. Anyway, said electricity eaters took it upon themselves to give me a power outage. Although it only lasted about two minutes, the surge was enough to fry my new laptop charger that I have owned for exactly one week. Fantastic! Apple has a new energy efficient model en route to me. I only hope that I correctly identified the symptom. If my port is blown, we have troubles.

My little charger incident was nothing compared to what many people faced with flooding yesterday. The fact was impossible to miss, with Louisville's high waters as the headline news on most of the national outlets. I am truly sorry to see the devastation in Jefferson County. However, I couldn't help but become a but agitated by the fact that the same disastrous flooding that occurred in eastern Kentucky three months ago received little to no recognition outside the region. I do not know how the two floods compare, insofar as the monetary damages done. I will simply say that I find it very hard to believe that yesterday's flooding was any worse. Pike County is quickly running out of the funds received from FEMA. In fact, I am not sure that they are not already depleted. There are still several areas that are left in ruins. A piece of the road near my grandfather's home on Chloe Creek that was washed away in May remains untouched. Residents of the area have put up homemade caution signs to warn motorists. Just last week, my grandfather was hard at work repairing a part of his house that was damaged from the immense amount of water that ran off the mountain. I'm sure that other residents could tell similar stories. Improper reclamation, anyone? But I digress.

Let me reiterate, I am not attempting to diminish the fact that Louisville was terribly flooded. Yes, this was an event that merited media attention. It is the way that this media attention is dispersed, however, that upsets me so much. Apparently, eastern Kentuckians only warrant attention when it is a convenient career move for a white-collar journalist.

Rant finished. Good day all!

the origin of species.

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I might as well go ahead and explain the title of the blog. It is the title of a song from Elvis Costello's King of America album. It's not that I particularly identify with the lyrics. I just love those two words together. They fall short of being an oxymoron, but they still cast a little ironic shadow. In-door fi-re-works. Just as simply as that. In my eyes, Elvis Costello (aka Declan MacManus, international art thief...any 30 Rock fans?) is a living legend.

phase one, in which doris gets her oats.

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I suppose you are all wondering what on earth possessed me to begin writing a blog, especially when I am about to embark on a triad of years that will presumably be saturated in the written word. Well, there is your answer in itself. If my life is reduced to writing briefs and reading cases--and I am fairly certain it will be--I would be yet one step closer to being your friendly neighborhood bedlamite.

This blog has no real direction. It's just words to the tune of my life.