joi, 29 august 2013

My parents are insane - The Chronicles



Chapter IV - My father is insane


My dad has his bright spots. Mainly bright spots, but he's also possessing  the talent of bringing you down, hard, whenever he can and mostly when you're uber-excited about something. 

Last night I went to the Roger Waters concert, first one ever in Romania and definitely the most grandiose thing I have ever seen in my entire life, as short as it is. 
I graciously called my dad and asked him if he can come pick me up from Universitate once the show ended. He accepted, huffing and puffing, but he accepted none the less. 

I started telling him how obscenely big the whole thing was, how those people built a wall during the concert and how it came crumbling down at the end. How the puppets, huge, as huge as the stage, were so life like and how impressed I was, how I cried during a guitar solo, how the guitarist made his guitar sob and yell, like it was in pain, like it was crying for every living soul that was ever hurt by hatred and racism and all the crap that's going on, on this God forsaken planet of ours. 

How every minute of that show meant something to all of us. A moment of freedom, a moment of awe, a lifetime of misunderstanding taken away by a single note because everybody in that place was on the same wavelength as you and you realized you're not alone, you're not a freak for not wanting to fall in line. 

I started explaining all that with so much passion, with so much consideration for the people who worked at that whole damn show and all my dad could say was: „American idiocracy.”

My whole feeling of belonging, of feeling complete and contempt for the first time in my life came crashing down, just like that wall at the end of the show. I've built a an imposing, magnificent edifice during the show and after my father's words everything that was left of it, was a pile of cracked bricks and red dust. 

Parents, man, parents!

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