A Post In Which I Can't Hear Myself Think.

Fall is always a really stressful time for me. The bad weather makes me realize how much slacking off I've done all summer, projects start coming in and piling up, and I generally find some sort of crisis to add to the mess (right now it's moving all of my stuff into an apartment that is meant to hold about half of my stuff).
So I've been trying new ways to lower my stress level like hip hop dance. To make a long story short hip hop was more stress inducing than relief. So the New Jersey-ite and I were invited to a concert last night and I decide that live music is exactly what I need in my life and although it's not a band I know (Dinosaur Jr.) we go anyway.
I like bands like Lykke Li, Metric, Zero 7, and I used to listen to punk music in college and I'll pretty much see anything live so I relax and start people watching when I get into the venue. When the music starts it's so loud that I can't even make fun of anyone to our friends. It's so loud that I am watching the couple of diehard fans that look like they are having a seizure up front and I'm thinking they are crazy. I hate music like this and start feeling like I want to leave.
Then I discover something.
I can't hear myself think. I've heard my mom say this more than once when I was young but I've never thought it myself. This is better than yoga. I can't even think over this incredible noise. Suddenly I am more relaxed than I have been in weeks! And for a minute, just one loud minute, I completely understand why that hardcore dude up front is having such a great time. He can't even hear himself think.