I keep looking back for artifacts to prove that you were here

Sept. 19, 2014. I laughed, I danced, I cried, and I felt indifferent all at the same damn time. Maybe it was the wanting and giving up on seeing Conor Oberst for more than six years and to see him there plain just fucked me up. I don't really want to get into detail with that night but it's gonna be a performance I won't ever forget. I want to mention tho that his dance moves were on point and his jump mic roping will have me laughing for years to come. Sept. 27 is coming up, that's 6 years since the first time I saw Conor live. I was 17 years old. Alone at Austin City Limits. Anyway, it's this Saturday. I'll go out with a bang. Like Hemingway. Time to CELEBRATE.