m83 in oakland

just returned from seeing the french electronic band m83 perform at the fox theater in downtown oakland.  i was with nick & his friend s.  the weather could not be better.  the band rocked the fucking house.  when m83 returned to the stage for their encore with their massive song 'midnight city' the house fucking rocketed into low earth orbit.  everything went so well.  the traffic was light on the way to oakland.  we found a city lot to park at around the corner of the fox.  across the street was a terrific taqueria were we noshed on tacos & a chile relleno burrito.  yeah, seriously, a chile relleno burrito.  such a thing can change your life.  downtown oakland was pretty mellow too.  didn't see any crazies.  well, nothing of the sort that you don't see in any city of relative size.  but fuck me.  no.  after the show, glowing in the high of the music, the transcendent performance of the band, we returned to the lot & our car.  the back window smashed.  fucking smashed.  nothing stolen.  there is nothing worth stealing in a 2012 prius.  the car is so square you'd think even the most greedy of thieves would make a wide berth of it.  however, about 3 or 4 cars in the lot all clustered around our car got the similar treatment.  i don't think anything was stolen from those vehicles either.  i can kick myself for not taking precautions such as leaving every part of the interior of the vehicle open to view.  the thinking goes like this.  a grabby kind of thief would take one look into the interior, see nothing worth stealing, & move on.  maybe.  that's kinda how it works in my beloved burg.  i recall some time ago some rando was going from house to house pulling at car doors for the ones that might open.  if the door didn't open he moved on to another vehicle.  but how the hell am i supposed to know the interior mental workings of someone intent on breaking into cars.  damn!  as you can tell this act of violence sure put me in a sour mood.  the bay area is notorious for property theft.  but hell, so is midtown sacramento.  it's a real fucking bummer having to deal with a broken back window on an older model prius.  especially when it is nick's primary transportation.  to say little about the cost too.  goddamn it  the cost is no small matter.  so what was a happy, magical night in oakland dissolved into a tale of crime.  minor crime.  but an offense just the same that leads to a not inconsiderable cost emotionally, & financially, too.  still, & yet, but how the band rocked.  the sound systems was set to eleven.  every once & again members of the band during their set would jump from the stage into the audience.  even anthony gonzalez, leader of m83, jumped down from the stage to greet fans at the end of their show.  plus anna & i have been going to shows at the fox for well over a decade now.  this is the very first time we have had to contend with property crime.  this is not a rant about crime in CA or the Bay Area or in Sac.  so much.  but a thing that happened.  & it sucks.  i'm still doing the WHAT IFS.  like what if i left the whole car unlocked & open to view.  but really that shit will eat you up.  for in the end it was the act of someone who most likely was not acting rationally - as if rational thinking might prevent randomness - but a person behaving in a manner that might net that person the greater good.  how & what that greater good is achieved is beyond my ken.  that's it.  it's done & can't be undone.  time to open a beer.  chill the fuck out.  & get to seeing the vehicle repaired.  in the meantime, sometimes joel [as it was said in the movie Risky Business (1983) you have to say what the fuck.  because it was a great night all the same.  peace