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This time last week I was watching Father John Misty play at the Granada theater. It was more than amazing. He is truly phenomenal live.

I generally don't care to go to shows anymore, but this was worth it. There is a very short list of bands I care to see live anymore. Most are not worth the effort, expense, or annoying sea of hipster youth.

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Tonight I am sick, sitting on the couch with my macbook, and planning homeschool curriculum for the next week.

The second is much more in keeping with my normal activities, but the diversion of a show every once in a while is nice.

I realized I have been going to see bands play with the same people for the past (almost) 20 years. When it's only occasional, it doesn't feel like stalling out. It feels like a celebration of what was.

But perhaps the beard and I are the only ones who feel that way, because I sense a growing divide between the everyday lives of our friends, and the direction which we have been called to go in. It is worrisome when people refuse to grow up. To the young, I'm sure it looks like the right choice, but from this vantage point, it looks sad more than anything. Much more fun than I'm having most days? Sure. But there is a hollowness to it I can't get past.

Careful not to judge, but I also must hold others in account. So much to balance.

8:34 p.m. - 2013-05-13

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