Unsound

Day 4

I will keep this one short. Day 4 of 8 was mostly a much needed rest day for me. I have an important grant application due soon as well, and need to get a draft of my proposal to my supervisor today, so Day 5 will be a bit abbreviated as well. (I say that, but in fact I’m planning on being at the club tonight until 4am.) That said, Friday-Sunday will be absolutely packed, so I’ll have more than enough to report in the coming days.

So Wednesday morning began with the second GORNING MLORY, again in that medical college. The lecture hall is truly a strange place for a concert. It’s an incredibly cramped and awkward space. As I said yesterday, the stairs are closer to ladders, and the rows are so tight no one can squeeze by. Nonetheless, in literally every row, early arrivers insisted on sitting on the aisle, creating logistical issues such that an organizer finally came out to tell everyone they lack common sense and to move their asses down (she phrased this much more diplomatically than this, nicely instructing everyone to move in to make room for all the guests, but the point remains). And even so the dickheads in my row, who I’d already asked to move in before squeezing by them —knocking one with my backpack by necessity rather than malice—still refused to move down. Their desire to be able to leave was more important than creating traffic problems for everyone else, and god forbid they just stand at the top. If we’ve learned anything these past few years, it’s that some people are much more concerned by their own interests even when disproportionately negatively impacting others. Four days in to dealing with large crowds and my misanthropy is back to pre-pandemic levels.

Oh yeah, so about the music, we were treated to a set by 7038634357, or 703 for short.