Soy un Perdedor

This past Friday I saw Beck and MGMT at the Aragon Ballroom, and let me just say, "HOT DOG! What a show!" The last time I was at the Aragon (which is a beautiful, HUGE venue, by the way - some people complained about the acoustics, but I think the show sounded pretty great, granted I was under influences) was in 2004 to see Dashboard Confessional - yeah, thank goodness my musical tastes have since developed.
The ticket was expensive (almost $60, including stupid Ticketmaster's service fees) and thus I went in with high, high, high expectations for both acts. MGMT opened right on time at 7:30. It was an all ages show, and there were braces up front as far as the eye could see - very strange; I'd almost forgot young children existed. MGMT opened up to screams as soon as they started in on the bleeps and bloops of the keyboard on "Time to Pretend." I was up close, and it was crowded; I could hardly dance it was so shoulder to shoulder, but I shook it out and made it work. Someone had broccoli farts - bad. Also, there were two drunk Latinas behind me who insisted on nasally sing-shouting the words to all the songs, even when they didn't know the words. Just great. The boys sounded amazing, had awesome energy, seemed to really be enjoying themselves, and worked the stage/crowd - phenomenal. I really liked the dudes who played with 'em, too. The add-in guitarist wailed hardcore, and the drummer rocked his set - they both looked like Led Zeppelin roadies; I dug their sound and style.

Another funny thing about the crowd for MGMT were these two couples dancing together - totally on ecstasy - getting more excitable throughout the set. One of the dudes kept bumping into a Dad who was there with his daughter - most likely for protection - and after he did he would apologize, "Dude. I'm sorry." And he proceeded to pet the man's bald head in an apology attempt. Hilarious.

Man, I really wish I could've seen MGMT open for Of Montreal way back last November before they blew up... bummer, dude. The set they played was so short as Oracular Spectacular is only 10 songs and like 41 minutes long... oh yeah, and they played the album in order, which was a super bummer; I was really looking forward to hearing "Boogie Down" live, which is from their 2005 EP, Time to Pretend. During "Kids" Ben and Andrew got off their instruments and rallied around the stage... Andrew got all excited banging on the drums, and Ben danced around and drank some beer. Although they did play the entire album, they funked it up and added some jam sessions onto songs like "4th Dimensional Transition" - really talented, I can't wait until they're headliners and I get to see 'em as that. SOON! I hope!!

After they finished "Future Reflections" and left the stage I wailed, "NOOOOOOOO! Come back, play Boogie Down!" But they did not, and the roadies got to work switching up the sets for Mr. Beck & Friends. I wandered away from the crowd, "Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, excuuuuuuse me," to the bar, "Ah one shot of whiskey, and a beer, please." Then I wrote a little, moseyed upstairs to the VIP section, "Who do you have to know to get in there?" The guy said, "You gotta be on the list." Well, you're no fun, mister. I went downstairs to the merch table and picked up a sweet shirt and poster - both MGMT. Wandered back upstairs, made some friends, and then the lights went down and Beck took the stage.
I was looking forward to Beck, but not nearly as much as I was for MGMT. Let me just say, WOW! He rocked, he rolled. He played every song you ever wanted to hear. From "Hell Yes" to "Loser" to "We Dance Alone" - it was incredible. And the crowd was so energetic and friendly. I stood next to a pirate for a while, and a guy who kept high fivin' me and yellin' "FUCK YEAH!" after every song - it was fun for the first five, then he started movin' in on me and I wasn't having any of that so I went for a double shot of whiskey, I didn't have any money for water and since it was bottled I asked the barkeep for free water, and he pointed to the Miller tab and said "You mean this?" Oh, yeah, sure. And he poured me half a cup - saaaaweeet!!!!

My besties didn't buy their tickets in time before the show sold out so I flew solo, and it was great. I loved wandering around to different areas without having to worry about what a friend wanted to do. Everyone Beck played with was super talented, too. During "Hell Yes" they all got off their instruments, gathered at the front of the stage by the microphones, headphones on, tape recorders in hand - and fuckin' tore it up, electric style. It was amazing. I appreciate Beck so much more than I ever did before, even if he is a Scientologist, which super sucks, but religions aside, he's a talented artist and I look forward to seeing him in concert again. (I dig this album mix)

The show was over by 10:30 and I was able to go out and rage it with my ladies for a friend's birthday. It was a great night and a great start to an amazing weekend!! On Saturday I went to see EOTO with 9 friends, and it was incredible!! Read what my friend Ashley had to say about that.

Laser Beams & Anchors

Thursday night I went to the Walter Meego/Ra Ra Riot show at the Subterranean with my good friend, and college old roomie, Maggie “A-Hi!” D.! Great performances from both bands, though I was very disappointed in the lack of dancey enthusiasm that Walter Meego deserved and did not receive. They are super dance-tastic, and the crowd wasn’t digging them for whatever reason. Like I’m talking dance-tastic to the utmost degree; so dancey you’d expect lasers and smoke to come forth from of their instruments! There were several times I was all fast fisting the air, and dancing feet rotations on the ground. The lack of crowd awesomeness induced several moments of me yearning to clap my hands and make them disappear so I had more room to groove and get down. Alas, this was not possible, but I managed to dance myself a pretty decent-sized space in the mid-back.
Luckily, after Walter Meego finished my complaints of crowd location was overheard by these two awesome dudes that instructed Maggie and myself to follow them forward. We got right up next to the stage, on the left side. Amazing! Ra Ra Riot was full of energy and sounded incredible – despite what seemed like the sound dude’s attempts to thwart them with slow response on the band’s requests to “up the mics” for certain members and their instruments (“Too Too Fast” was slightly ruined in that the cellist’s mic wasn’t working for her vocal chorus addition). The ladies of RRR had the raddest instruments, as both the violin and cello were basically invisible, only constructed of a wire frame and stem (I don’t know the technical term for that which holds the strings… uh, the, um, frets? No… that’s not it. Whatever, you get it.). They played every song off The Rhumb Line and delivered immensely on matching and surpassing the album’s production quality. I was very impressed and upon leaving the show, wanted more, more, more! I like that all the members dig each other and really seemed to enjoy themselves. I mean, how could you not?! I even found myself growing slightly jealous of their fabulosity, wishing that I, too, was “living the dream”. But kudos and props to them for dreaming it and doing it! It’s also a good thing the crowd was much more into RRR, or at least if they weren’t I couldn’t see ‘em from my awesome spot, because I would’ve had to lay the smack down more seriously. I do slightly recall accosting a couple attendees for not digging the scene and standing with the arms folded across their chests. “Why do you even waste your money? Can’t you just bop your head to the beat? Really, nothing?! You’re just going to stand there? Okay. I hate you.”

Rockin' South of the 38th Parallel

NPR and Rolling Stone are my musical bibles, just so you know. Y'know?

The latest awesome audio adventure brought to us from NPR is an Oriental journey into 60s psychedelia. I dig this Shin Jung Hyun. Trippy beauty. The Pearl Sisters version of "Don't You Want Somebody to Love" is right on and they are able to effortlessly infuse their own style into the song, besides singing in Korean. I feel like they should have a music video where they're playing the song riding an electric wave. That'd be groovy! "In A Kadda Da Vida" is whoa, 16 minutes of pure electricity, and he riffs off of Mr. Pickett's Funky Broadway in the middle. The "Sound Vol. 3" makes me wish I was sitting in a smoky, lounge - groovin' and swayin'. I'm just sayin'. "The Exciting" gets me excited. I like the name of this group, too, The Yip Juns!! How fun!!

If you're interested in the Korean psychedelic and acid folk movement in the late 50s/early 60s, you can check out more here. I love seeing influences cross waters and language barriers.

Art is awesome.

C'mon, just say "Hi!"

Oh geeze, I need to stop being so awesomely productive in the mornings, cause now it's afternoon and I'm outta work to do. Surprise, surprise. Sigh.

So, I traveled to NPR, I listened to music, and then I stumbled upon this little "This I Believe" segment from Howard White, VP of the Jordan Brand at Nike, entitled, The Power of 'Hello'. Here's a quote I really liked,

The day you speak to someone who has their head held down and when they lift it up and smile, you realize how powerful it is just to open your mouth and say, "Hello."

I also really like this song, Say Hello by Rosie Thomas and Sufjan Stevens. My friend, Lisa, put it on a mix CD for my 22nd birthday last summer, and I would listen to it on repeat like a million times in one day. Hello, hello, hello! Hi, hello!

Another song I could listen to on repeat for forever is Boogie Down by MGMT. I love it! It makes me want to dance! Maybe playing this on a boombox could be another way to say "Hello" instead you would be dancing and say, "Let's dance! I know you want to check out my components!" Unce, unce, unce unce!
PS - this is what comes up when you google "hello" - awesome, yes! Thank you! My day has been made tremendous!! Jerry (that's what I imagine his name is, or Matilde - and it's still a boy) looks really happy, too! Look at that collar!

Paint that shit GOOOOOOLD!

Atmosphere's new-isher album is ah-mazing!!

From"The Rest of Us" to "You" to "Glass House" to "Yesterday" to "Music Box" and all the ones in between, "Guarantees" and "Wild Wild Horses" and "Me" and "The Waitress" too - okay, so everything's great(!). Weaving in old school with the new school and fresh rhymes. Mmm! And Slug's sooooo good-lookin'!

So I've read that this album is more optimistic, or less angry, at least. If you listen to Seven's Travels (bummer, only 30 second snippets! but you get the jist, soooo good - I really like "Always Comin' Back Home to You", "In My Continental", "Cats Van Bags" - and again, superb, quality tunes) you'll notice it, he seemed pretty angry in '03, and now he's starting to change it up because of his baby girl and everything, life is good. Paint that shit gold.

I'm still reeling from the fact that I decided not to see them in Chi City in April because I was going to see them at Rothbury, and then I was too into what was happening, and somehow John Mayer seemed magical and I was stuck on my blanket and missed the show with Brother Ali. Bummer! And people said it was one of the best shows, which there were a lot so that's really sayin' something. At least I got to see 'em in Columbia last fall, so that was good. Something's better than nothing, or so I'm told.


** OH MY!! I just found this in searching for Atmosphere pictures, and wow! I love this, I love it a lot!! Two of my most favorite musical acts, in ONE!!!

I'm still pretty new to Atmosphere, well. I got "Seven's Travels" when it came out because my freshman year roommate knew some good tuneage, and I love that album, but it's the only one that I have. So, I'm still learning - thank you free napster.

Also, I don't know if I've posted this already, but here's an NPR acoustic studio sesh with Slug and two other rockin' musicians; that lady's got some soul. It's delicious.

Feel Like Dancin'?!

I know I do!

Listening to: Walter Meego, and if you go to the website, http://www.waltermeego.com/ you can fly through space and click to learn more. Oooh! It's fun. You can change the background, too! Walter Meego is occasionally played on Ugly Betty and is influenced by everything from The Beatles and other awesome oldies to Nirvana and other crazy 90s music, alternative to dance-dance-dancey. WOW!


Also, Cut Copy rocks me right. Stupid Napster only allows 30 seconds of a couple seemingly cool songs, so boo! But other than that, awesome.


And, VHS or Beta really makes me dancey. It all started with Night on Fire and went from there.

I JUST WANT TO DANCE!
dance (dance dance dance dance)
YES!

Dr. Funkenstein, King of the Funk, yeah!

We love to funk you, Funkenstein. Your funk is the best!

YEEEEEEAAAAAAHH!!! I got to see George Clinton and the Parliament Funkadelic (for FREE!!!) Saturday night with my buddy Ty! YAY! Oh my gosh, it was incredible! Let me tell you a little bit about the amount of funk that went down. Oh yeah! And it went down, down, down. Mmmm! It was great!

So, Saturday was a pretty great day in general. Woke up, 8 miles, Cheerios, reading, guitar, nap, wine, Wicker Park Fest, vodka-filled Slurpees with Mariko and gang, then line to George Clinton. Oh boy! So, the doors were supposed to open at 9, they opened at 10. Then the show was supposed to start at 10, but it started at 11:15, and no real complaints here except that my buzz had worn off by the show's start and my feet were a tad tired. I was still ready to get down and funk-funk-funky!!

The crowd was outrageous!! There are some dedicated funksters out there! And I loved it! Everyone was funked out and geared up to dance the night away (and that we did as the show didn't end until 2:30ish - whoa!). My two favorite people was this gay pirate couple. They weren't really pirates, but they totally could've been! Two graying men with bald-ish heads. One was wearing some black Funkadelic shirt, had some scruff to his face, and wore circular wire-rimmed glasses. The other was a Mr. Clean-type with a graying goatee, and he wore a loose-fitting striped collared button-down shirt. Pirate #1, the scruffy one, chatted with me and Ty and inquired as to if we'd ever been to a GC and P-Funk show before, we both hadn't and he said we were in for a good time. He told us that we wouldn't be able to help but dance. We told him we planned on getting really funky, and he said good. Within 5 minutes of the show starting, the black shirt was off and the buttons were undone and the funkin' commenced. It was pretty great, especially since Pirate 1 kept dancing by with a huge smile on his face to make sure we were still dancing and having fun. It didn't so much matter that he was the sweatiest person there and he kept slickin' up against us; he had such a great personality! Around 1:45 when he spun around again his shirt was tied around his head like a turban. I wanted to take him home and make him my best friend!

Then there was this drunk lady that kept trying to dance with Ty, but he really didn't want to dance with her. So while I was laughing at him and her failed attempts, he kept smacking her away, but she would keep stumbling back. Eventually she moved through the crowd and found herself a couple boyfriends for the night. It was ridiculous, and slightly disgusting!


At any given time there were 7-15 people on this small stage, all funkin'. It was great. Grooving and jamming on their instruments. George Clinton looked like a teddy bear grandpa, conducting his legion of funky-wunky groovers with a li'l more here, a li'l softer there motions. Then Sir Nose came out, and things got real crazy. His pants were down reeeeeeeeeeal low, it was exciting but also a little worrisome that he might expose himself, and I just didn't know what was going to happen next for a lot of the show. But this! Sir Nose brought some ladies up on stage and grinded them into the ground. Whoa. It was - yeah, whoa a little too much on that for me because you couldn't help but watch even though you didn't want to. It's like when your friends have you over for Thanksgiving dinner at the neighbor's house and you're all in the basement drinking wine and putting sweaters on the dogs and then you stumble up the stairs to leave and people are in the living room watching some German porn with naked people sitting in sugar, drinking tea with mice running around. Yeah.... so, the concert. The costumes the lights. The music - well, duh! The music! It was sooooooo funky!!! Truly a phenomenal show and I'm really glad that I was able to experience it. I've always wanted to see George and his Allstars since the movie PCU came out. Outrageous, incredible and super funkadelic. I can see why they have such a strong following. And! The fact that this man is well into his 60s and still funkin' night after night. I was very impressed. I don't have any of their albums but I do enjoy everything I've heard as I'm a fan of the funk, and the shout outs to the king of funk, Mr. James Brown happened through the night; it was good, real good.

It was hard to keep the dancing steady into the 2nd hour. I wanted to stop. I wanted to leave because I was so tired, but at the same time I didn't want to miss a thing. Like that Aerosmith song. So I stayed. And I flailed my tired bones this way and that. And it was excellent!!

I said, shit! Goddamn! Get off your ass and jam!

Shit! Goddamn! Get off your ass and jam!

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HOW FUN! HOW FUN!! What a great Saturday!! Funkin', jammin', rockin', jazzin', groovin', movin'. POWERFUL STUFF!!! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!!

Smooth Sending

It surely is a shame that crazy people rob the world of such beauty and talent.

Sam Cooke has the voice of a springtime meadowlark, with the heart of a jungle tiger.

I like that hat.

Hey, Sam!

Where'd ya get that hat?

A man of style.

I like that.

ROCKTOBER!!

That's right! October 2008 is going to ROCK, musically!!!

Starting off with MGMT and Beck, October 3rd at the Aragon Ballroom - you can buy your tickets starting tomorrow, here.

AND, Of Montreal! October 27th at the Riveria - tickets on sale now, here. Bogus, that's a Monday. Merh, I guess it just means FUNDAY MONDAY!!

Here's a great interview with Kevin Barnes. It has some MP3s in it, but they're blocked at work so I can't get to them. I'm very excited for the new album, Skeletal Lamping, which is due out in October this year, and they've apparently re-added a horn section (the guys from Dark Meat - sound pretty awesome) and a piano to the OM mix! YAYAH!!!

You make me feel like sayin' "FOXY!"

I wanna take you home!
I won't do you no harm, no!
You've got to be all mine, all mine.
Foxy men.
Here I come.
I'm comin' to get ya!

Fleet Foxes, you amaze me! I've only known your music for a few short weeks, but I'm pretty confident that I can say I love you. Yes, I do. You're lyrical, melodic, beautiful, and most importantly, not hippies, just so you know. (I do love me some old school hippies though, and hippie wanna-bes are pretty great, too. We've all been there, done that.)

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I saw them perform (listen to them on NPR, and read more) last night with some friends at the free Pitchfork Preview at Grant Park's Pritzker Pavilion - which was awesome in all aspects! Oh, and I also shook hands with the lead singer, Robin Pecknold, congratulated him on all his success, and thanked him for his beautiful music. I'm not trying to brag at all. I'm a big dork about shaking hands/thanking musicians (or any other artist, person of great interest to me, for that matter) for doing what they do, if I'm presented with the opportunity (it's nice to let people know that you think highly of them and their skills). Funny thing is, we saw a few of them walking around before they performed, and I said to my friends, "I bet those guys are in a band." After all, one of the dudes moseying through the lawn was a walking ad for American Apparel (I'm not a fan of the store myself, but he looked good in it) wearing Jesus hair. And Pecknold was standing off to the side of the lawn, smoking a cig, in plaid regalia. Very approachable, appreciative... it took a lot of restraint not to chloroform them and duct-tape them to their instruments in my basement. Ha, ha. I joke! I joke! But seriously, if I could make Fleet Foxes my personal band, I would. Have them play me White Winter Hymnal (I saw the three in the middle of this NPR pic, off stage; the dude with the glasses in these two pictures had to leave the band, momentarily, for health issues. Godspeed, rocker. Godspeed.) every night before bed. Ah! That would be wondrous.

I do hope that I see this one on the far right in person. I will surely chloroform him after shaking hands. Ooh! What a beautiful man. Yum, my heart sings.

One thing that I do not like about Fleet Foxes is their age. They are young. I think Pecknold is even 21, no way! Yes way. Hot dog! How'bout that? Makes me feel unaccomplished at 23. Pecknold and Simon Rich, talented men I love to hate to love.

My Job is BOOOOORING and so are You!

So much so that I'm sssssssssssssssnooooooooooooooooring!

(About the 'you' being boring part, it might not be true, or maybe it is. If so, you should really try to work on this. Maybe that's why we haven't hung out in a while. Work on your excitement level. Thanks.)

Anyway, here's some really great music to make you less boring/more tolerable to be around.

These guys, The War on Drugs, have got it! I dig their jingle-jangle rockstar sound, and they are waaaaaay more fun than the actual War on Drugs which, no no, don't even get me started on that.

Have fun!

Kevin Barnes, how do you read my soul?

Eros' Entropic Tundra -- Of Montreal

All I ever get is sad love
while watching all my friends find their happy love
I don't understand why I should be without love

All I ever get is sad love
always falling for the ones who feel nothing for me
Sometimes I think I should just forget about love

I was walking with my parents
through St. Peter's park
When I saw a young couple with a child
They were all holding hands and smiling
They seemed very nice, seemed to have a nice life

All I ever get is sad love
feeling incomplete and below being loved
I don't know why it has been so hard to find love

All I ever get is sad love
the unrequited kind is all I have procured
And it was nothing at all
like what I've heard about love

Without love life has no great reward
leaving us damaged or feeling so bored
Devoid of memories nothing to record
Wishing the ones that we adore loved us more

Pitchfork: The Devil's Music

Wow! So, I'm very excited that Pitchfork is this weekend! It's going to be the best! I'm really looking forward to it, especially since I've recently discovered that I enjoy many of the acts that are going to be taking over the stages in Union Park! AND! Since I'll be enjoying it with my bestest gal pal, Alli Doll!! She's flying all the way in from NYC just to see me (and Pitchfork, and Chicago)!!!

Such acts include, Fleet Foxes, Bon Iver (he wears a fanny pack! my kind of man), M. Ward, and Vampire Weekend (who I used to hate, mainly because I heard them once and thought, hmmm. I think I like these guys, let me give it another try, and then everybody liked them and talked about how great they were and how they're the best band in all the history of music and so I decided that I didn't like them any more because I didn't want to be like everyone else, but it ended up taking a lot of energy trying to avoid them, so I caved and bee-bopped to their songs). Also, I'm really excited to see The Apples in Stereo, Spoon, and DUH! PUBLIC ENEMY!!! Also, Ghostface and Raekwon should be awesome!

I'm pretty sure I'll enjoy every act that I see. Pitchfork seems to have a rigorous definition for great music. Also, for those of you cats that aren't able to attend the weekend's festivities, there's a free preview at the Jay Pritzker Pavilion, Thursday, July 17th... read more here.

This playlist looks pretty great! Just to check it out.

not everyone has the same face tattoos.

'Tis true. They don't. No snowflake is the same. No fingerprint. No watercolor painting. And yes, the same goes for face tattoos. We learned this at Rothbury from our friend Pullman who was a lone explorer for most of the weekend and always came back with the craziest of tales, such as sharing a bag of Franzia with a face-tattooed lady.



** This is not the lady. Just an example of a face tattoo. What kind of person tattoos their face? How badly must that hurt. I don't think I will ever get a face tattoo... unless I murder someone, and then I will tattoo a tear falling from my right eye so people know that I am a badass and they should not mess with me. **

Sumner! Time? Noon-ish on Thursday.

We came to Rothbury to celebrate our freedoms. Freedom to rock. Freedom to roll. Freedom to dance with all your soul. Freedom to wave our freak flags high, high, high in the sky!

The journey began with a frenzied packing Wednesday after work... I forgot a pillow, my cow bell, and warmer clothes amongst other things. At 6:38pm I boarded the Metra from Chi City up to Cary with Ms. SJ. Smash McDash picked us up and we groceried, packed, slept for about 3.7 hours and headed up to Michigan in the cool, dark, dew-studded morning.

Get your motor running.
Head out on the highway!

We were the first car to arrive at the pre-determined TB location in Grand Rapids, or Muskegon, or some other Michigan town. I read RS mag while we waited in the parking lot, there was a special on Bonnaroo that got me verrrrrrrrry excited about what was to come from my festival experience. Also, crazy Amy Winehouse... something else that one is. Oh geez! It was cold and cloudy and we all crossed our fingers that once we entered Rothbury the sun would be shining and the sweat would be pouring. It happened, thank goodness. First, we waited in line for about 2-ish hours to get wristbands, maps, and finally, our perfect camping location!! (We were in the Price Lot on the red road, just south and in between the two bathrooms; after the 2nd First Aid tent, showers, sinks, and port-a-potties, just beyong the nitrus tanks and two trees) It was a trek into the festival grounds, but well worth it, for the music and the friends made the time very worth the while.

Looking for adventure, And whatever comes our way!

We had a sweet set-up with two loungin' canopies filled with chairs, tables, Bag sets, coolers, and surrounded by our tents. We were right on the edge, so we got a great view of our fellow festival-goers, from those still awake from the night before, dazing their way back to their tents to the highly decorated Dance Police to those peddling walking vendors of glass, T-shirts, headies, doces, and E to the drunks at 11:02. It was good!

FREEDOM!!

The American flag marked the spot to home. And we shouted at the people as they passed, encouraging them to celebrate their freedoms and show them to us.

Yeah darling go make it happen,
Take the world in a love embrace,
Find all of the guns at once - and
Explode into space!

Thursday night I saw Greensky Bluegrass, and they did an amazing Pink Floyd cover from Dark Side of the Moon, though I'm lacking on specifics right now. Then, we sat in the Sherwood forest, in awe of the beauty of the giant pine trees and all the decorations and hammocks. It was truly a magical place, and incredible to be surrounded by such majestic nature. The trees reached up, up, upwards grazing the star-sparkled black velvet sky. We heard Perpetual Groove through the trees and they sounded nice and groovy. Then Steveo and I wandered over to hear Zappa Plays Zappa - and my goodness! How bizarre! How incredible! I loved it! Tiny pillows and tiny sheets! It was funky, groovy, crazy, and cool. Everyone was really into the act, performers and concert-goers alike. The keyboardist woman did this crazy Cartman-inspired act and I had no idea what was going on, but it was good. After about 45 minutes of that we trekked back to the Sherwood Court to Mickey Hart and his people. They did an awesome cover of "Fire on the Mountain" the energy of the performers, and the light spectacle of a rising red and flashing white lights. Mickey was set-up in the middle, surrounded by drums, dancing through them with skill and gusto. It was incredible!

Oh boy! The temperature dropped. I shivered and rushed back to my tent to grab more layers (I had to be creative, because I didn't pack many warm things). On the way back to the festival grounds with Steveo and J-Dub we saw a wicked fight. A beating might be a better term. It was brutal. We're walking, just minding our own business. As we approach the port-a-potties area we can hear the ksccchhhhhhsssssshhhhhhhhhhschhhhhhhhh! of the nitrus tanks growing louder and louder, more people stumbling around with balloons in their hands. The boys explain that nitrus is "hippie crack." Then we see it. A swirling mass of people whipping through the passersby. I'm confused. What are these people doing? Are they dancing? Is this some crazy festival version of the Sharks versus the Jets? I don't get it. Oh no, wait. It's a group of 5 guys beating the shit out of one dude. Fists are pummeling into the middle of the group, legs and arms are everywhere. Shouting and chaos. I jump out of the way, helpless with my hands to my face I weakly say, "Oh no! Stop! What are you doing?!" What am I going to do? I can't jump in the middle of that. We need some horseback security which is nowhere to be seen. I got separated from the boys as the trainwreck ensued. Eventually they got the dude up against the car and were kicking him, repeatedly. It was the worst thing I've ever witnessed. I was appalled. I was speechless. I was shocked at the violence of humanity. Then they stopped as quickly as they started. Satisfied with their delivered punishment, the sauntered away, high-fiving each other for a beating well done and cursing about how that's what the fuck gets for trying to steal their shit. Fuckin' nitrus, dirty bastards - thugs. The guy sat slump-shouldered against the car, battered and bruised, looking in a daze as he couldn't imagine what he just experienced... and everyone continued on their way. I sure hope he's okay...

I found my friends and we tried to comprehend what we just saw, trying to put our emotions into words as we passed through Shakedown Street and back into the festival grounds. We saw EOTO and they were - wow. Always a good show. Always something new and fresh. Who knew old dudes could rock so hard? Wow! And they played at the Tripolee Domes which looked like something out of a space settlement - these steel Epcot-like open-air domes and crazy canopies draped here and there (a li'l like this). The crowd was loving the show. I was loving life. An excellent first day, and a good indication of the amazing things to come.

I like smoking lightning!
Heavy metal thunder!
Racing with the wiiiiind,
And this feeling that I'm under!

Fun day, Friday! FREEDOM!! Show us your freedoms!! Freedom for all! America, FUCK YEAH! Coming to save the motherfucking day, yeah! America, FUCK YEAH! Freedom is the only way, yeah! Hmmm MMM hmmm hmmm! America, FUCK YEAH! Lick my butt and suck on my balls!

Liberty, FUCK YEAH!
White Slips, FUCK YEAH!
The Alamo, FUCK YEAH!
Band-aids, FUCK YEAH!
Las Vegas, FUCK YEAH!
Christmas, FUCK YEAH!
Immigrants, FUCK YEAH!
Columbine, FUCK YEAH!
Democrats, FUCK YEAH!
Republicans (republicans)
(fuck yeah, fuck yeah)
Sportsmanship.....
Books.....

Tea Leaf Green was boooooooooooooooring. The keyboardist got underneath his instrument, maybe trying to figure out what it was exactly... trying to tune it, who knows. The guitarists were amazed with each other's playing ability, and they all seemed confused that they were on stage, perhaps wondering why all these people were just standing around watching them. I wondered that too, and so I left.

The Wailers. Oh my goodness. That was probably one of my favorite shows. They played at the Odeum, the main stage. The large, brilliant red curtains billowed in the breeze. Elan Atais acted as some sort of mystical wind shaman dancing around the stage, beckoning the air to sweep across the crowd. Stir It Up, Jammin' and One Love, of course are always favorites, as is No Woman, No Cry. They played everything you wanted to hear. And I did cry during One Love. It was a really powerful performance. Everyone in the audience sang "one love, one heart" over and over until everyone joined in. It was one of those festival moments where you realize people are people, everywhere you go. (I wanted everyone to hold hands and share a big hug, something really peaceful and loving - it was a totally hippie 60s moment for me... but only in my head did that happen. I asked my friends to, but they looked at me like I was crazy because it was so effin' hot.) For in that moment, the crowd of thousands became the heart of one. It was something that I'll remember always.

Then, I had to get more water. SJ and I trekked back to the magical water spot (the water in the camp ground tasted like rust - blach!) crossed paths with Betty LaVette who was rocking some old style deep south jammin' blues, and then Sam Beam of Iron and Wine was a stroll through a park at dusk, beautiful and heartbreaking all at once. Oh, and the ridiculousness ensued with Mr. Snoop Dogg. He rolled out on some crazy bike about 4:35 sayin' "It's 4:20 - time to smoke!" (it stayed 4:20 until about 4:52 - which was slightly confusing because I was not aware that Snoop a Loop could control time), but before that there was plenty of time to let every woman show her freedoms on the jumbo-tron. Some that should not have. I shook my head many a times. The show was bizarre. I can't really say I hated it, but I won't say that I loved it either. It was an experience that I otherwise wouldn't have had. An experience that I won't soon forget. That man has some ego I tell ya, he closed the show with about 5ish minutes of, "What's my motherfuckin' name?" SNOOP DOGG. But it was fun because he sang it all different ways; slow, fast, jazzy, rappy, and on. Listened to some Keller Williams, love that Freaker by the Speaker. Then there was Modest Mouse, who simply rocks all the time, and then subtly transforms into the prettiest, most melodic music, with the darkest lyrics - I love them, forever and for always. Yonder Mountain String Band was a fun show, too. My legs were a little wobbly, so I just watched the crazies jump around me, and that was completely entertaining.

Sumner! Time? 8:40.

Warm clothes. FREEDOM! Of Montreal!! Another best show! Kevin Barnes, so theatrical. As always, they delivered a rockin' show. Two previews of new songs for an album that is TBR in October - really great, one was something about Tender Meat or Love, something. And they played Gronlandic Edit, and Hissing Fauna, and they closed out with Party's Crashing Us. Oh wow! I boogied/flailed about in the crowd as the neon lights splashed across my face. They even had other performers, little kids in masks that were super creepy and a dude that put grease all over his face and rocked unlike anything I've ever seen before. Then I caught the last part of Widespread Panic, it was eh (I hear the first set rocked out, but the second one was more filler). Not really my type of music, but it wasn't bad.

I had to buy a sweatshirt because I sweat through my hoodie at Of Montreal and I couldn't stop shaking. $55 and they didn't even have my size, so I draped the large around my shivering, sunned skin, and pulled the head chords tight. A cool design, but I wish for that money I would've at least got a line-up on the back. Desperate times call for expensive merchandise.

I went back to catch Primus (wish I would've stopped to see Thievery Corporation, but alas, I did not) but I was waiting so long, and it was so cold that I left for the campground. I stopped off at Flosstradamus for a while and that was rocking - of course. And it was really funny because there was this clean-cut man in a collared sweatshirt, grayed, in his early-50s I'd say, dancing and grooving to the music... on drugs? His short wife stood with her short, poofy brown hair and big glasses, watching on... maybe they made a deal that he would get to relive his youth and trip acid on Friday and then it would be her turn on Saturday, that way things wouldn't get too out of hand. I watched and giggled as the ravers next to me danced around their flickin' flashlight trying not to get their feet burned by its rays.

My bones were aching so I trudged through Shakedown Street ("Doces. Doces. Mollie. Balloons. Pipes. Headies. Doces. Doces."), hoping not to witness another tank-related attack. I did not, thank goodness. But balloons were abound! Back to my tent. BRRRRRRRRR! It's cold! Another night of serious spooning so we don't freeze to death!

Yeah I'm gonna go make it happen,
Take the world in a love embrace,
Find all of the guns at once - and
Explode into space!

FREEDOM!

Saturday, and still one day to go!!! I caught Gomez, and they were good... I liked them a lot. British rockers with a rotating sound of delicious melodies and harmonies... a li'l bit of this and a li'l bit of that. I wasn't a huge fan of the Dresden Dolls, at all, and walked on to catch The Black Keys. I entertained myself some how in the time between, probably sitting in the forest. Oh, that Sherwood. The Black Keys rocked, so I thought. But then some people in our party were saying they were tuning the guitar between every song. Merh. Whatever, I shook it and dug it and had a groovin' good time. Michael Franti and Spearhead rocked out in peace, and it was a happy concert, all about love and going places, following dreams in the back of a Greyhound bus. Living life.

Dave Matthews blew as I expected. Well, yeah. No. I don't like him. I did enjoy Satellite, but the show just seemed so rehearsed and forced, so set to a tee. The saxophonists sounded like farts and the violin man had to woo the crowd back into happiness as Dave opened his mouth wide and ate the mic. I like jamming, I like improv. I like spontaneity!! C'mon, DMB stop being soooooo lame!
When I was walking through the forest earlier that day a dude walking behind me coughed a-once, a-twice to get attention - you don't turn around to these calls unless you're looking for trouble. Then he walked up to me and said he was in a band and asked if I wanted something other than Dave that night, and I excitedly said, "Yeah!" Then he gave me his bands flyer and said they'd be playing in the campground. "Well, are you any good?" He laughed and said he thought so. "What do you play?" Guitar. "Cool, alright. What type of music, I mean." A jam reggae hyrib with a rock infusion. "And what're called?" The Roots of Creation. "Alright man. In the campground?" Yeah. And then he said the directions really quickly and after we said our farewells I realized I didn't understand where the show was and the flyer was only for upcoming tour dates. Drat! But then! As Smash and I walked back to the tents to get warm clothes we heard the music. The Roots of Creation were jamming by the first major intersection behind the Port-a-Johns in the Rodeo Lot. Incredible! They sounded awesome, and they had a mini set complete with neon lights and good speakers. Very professional, very impressive. Dancy grooves. And they played an amazing cover of Talking Heads' "Naive Melody." It was a great surprise to find them, and a relief to have some entertainment while DMB and their uptightness stank up the mainstage. Rock on, rockers!
STS9 rocked, incredibly! It was a freak show for sure, and the grooves drifted through the crowd and people went wild!! Crowded and electric. Smash and I were shakin' it, standing over our bags and a hairy, sunned, ripe, hippied-out mid-20s man danced in front of us in a loin cloth-esque outfit with a sunflower headpiece. He was so happy. Next to him stood 4 of his polar opposites. Dudes with their strap-on coolers of beer, ball caps, khakis and sandals... the same age, suits on the weekdays. I wondered what Sunflower did and where the split occured for these young men to go the path of bohemian or corporate man.

I. LOVE. FESTIVALS.
I. LOVE. MUSIC.
I. LOVE. PEOPLE.

About an hour and a half into STS9's set Smash and I were pooped and we went to sit against a tree in Sherwood, watching the lights dance through the trees, listening to the echoing laughter of those surrounding us and the bouncing, distant electronic sounds flowing from the stage whence we came. Then we dragged our tired bodies back to the tent.

Like a true nature's child,
We were born
Born to be wild.
And we can climb so hiiiiiiiigh,
I never wanna diiiiiiiiiiiiie.

Sumner! It's 1pm. The last day.

Oh my gosh! I'm spent. I can barely move. My ass hurts from walking and dancing in flip-flops or no shoes at all. My feet are filthy, I smell. I haven't showered at all and only wet my hair once on Friday to cool myself down. I missed more than I saw on Sunday - which I can only be disappointed in myself for. I did catch a little of that JJ Grey & MOFRO, in passing-by. Listened to Trey battle it out with Colbie Calliat in the trees between, shouting about freedoms on our blanket. Checked out funky Gov't Mule and dug it. Then trekked to see John Mayer. It was alright, he shouldn't be singing, just jammin' on his geetar. He's a funny guy talking about how if he were elected to the Oval Office he would spend billions of dollars on a black-and-white swirling "time machine" and that's why he said he was a guitar player instead. It was groovy. I got sucked into the lazy atmosphere of the relaxing tunes and hanging out with friends and completely forgot all about Atmosphere (everyone said it was great though, which makes me happy to hear) until it was over which put me in a sour mood for Phil Lesh & Friends until about 30 minutes into and then I had to Shake it, Shake it Sugarie to free myself from the past that I couldn't change. It took everything I could muster just to put in that last hippie shake on Phil & Friends.

The last night was the warmest, and it was great for the evening concerts. There were a couple drops of rain before bed, and during the middle of the night the winds whipped and the rains poured and the lightning and thunder tore through the barriers of light and sound. Thank goodness we only needed to pack up on Monday. Our tent dripped drops on our noses. That didn't make us happy, but the rain drowned out the sounds of the nitrus tanks, so that was nice.

Born to be wiiiiild
(Bwah wah wah waaaah wah wah!)
Born to be wiiiiiild
(Szah wah wah waaaah waah wah!)

All in all, it was incredible. This post doesn't do it justice. The laughs, the tears, the friends, the beers. The horses, the shit, the port-a-potties, the hippies. The monkeys, the art, the sound quality(!) was candy, the freedom, the adventure, the exploration. It was all so good. I feel completely content that I was able to experience the very first Rothbury, and I am totally down for it next year.

This next time though, I'm bringing more stuff. More bananas. More energy drinks. An arsenal of water bottles. A better bag -- fanny pack! Sunglasses that don't slide. A tent marker that I can uproot and take inside with me so friends can gather (other people had rain sticks, medicine man-esque walking sticks, mannequin heads on posts). Also, more freak gear (there was the Dance Police and one dude dressed in a bishop's outfit smeared with "blood" and a "666" on his hat). Festival!! I loved being dirty, but it was so nice to get clean. Now we're back in society and we must function with the rest of the droids. Until next time.

Keep on keeping on.

Peace,
Penny


[11.25.08] "Captain's chair" tattoo, note.

SWOOSH! The year of Michael Jordan!

I never blogged about my birthday, which was last Wednesday. I'm 23 - hooray, hoorah! Twenty Something, yes I am! Exciting times. At first I was a little worried about my celebration, it looked like I wouldn't be able to celebrate with friends because people were either working, or out of town, and I let everyone know a little late that I wanted to celebrate. All turned out well - amazing, actually, and we had a grand ole time!!

Let me start out with a little story. This happened Tuesday night, fading into Wednesday morning. I wanted to go to bed kind of early, because I knew I would be raging on Wednesday night (and I did, oh boy. And I did.). Here's what I sent in an email to my little 15-year-old brother:

**I had a rude awakening last night. The smoke detector was going off, obnoxiously. Ya see, I have this roommate who is less than pleasant to live with, and he has very bizarre habits and sleeping patterns, and he was burning something in the oven 'round midnight (HAPPY BIRTHDAY. BEEP BEEP BEEP!). He didn't know it was my birthday because I try to avoid conversations with him at all cost, as they usually turn into how crazy he is and I get frustrated that he never cleans up after himself. Anyway, so it's beeping, and I hear him muttering obscenities to himself and fanning the smoke away. Then he bangs on my door and says, "Kate! Kate!" And I say, "What?! Filthy!" really exasperated, y'know cause he just woke me up. "I think the carbon monoxide detector is going off, and I think we should go outside." And I said, "What?" and proceeded to get out of bed to talk to him in the hall. The kitchen was filled with smoke, and I said, "I'm pretty sure it's just the smoke detector, Filthy. Maybe you should open some windows, and turn a fan on. I think we'll be okay." He didn't seem very satisfied with that answer, but took it. Then, I got back in bed, and the alarm went off another 3 times. I looked at my clock and it read 12:03. I thought, "Happy Birthday to me." And then I hoped it really wasn't the carbon monoxide and that I would live to see my 23rd year completed. **

I was really too tired to worry about it, but then I wished that I had a canary or some small bird to test the air to make sure it was safe. I can't believe he thought it was the carbon monoxide. I mean, this kid is daft.

Okay. So I woke up and got ready for work, just like any other day. Oh, but I'm 23 now. I think I just need to write that sentence a few times to let it sink in. But I won't do it here, it's something that I need to write, with a pen or a pencil. You know, like when you had to write sentences in elementary school for getting in a fight with Nicole behind the music room in fifth grade, on the playground, by the chain link fence. Actually, that was really hush, hush and we never got in trouble. Awesome!

Got to work. My friend, Mike, brought me a piece of cake and a funny card, and some weird gummy bacon - strawberry flavored. Thanks? No, no. It was really nice and I wasn't expecting it. So that was fun. Then I proceeded to get a lot of calls/texts/emails throughout the day and I felt sooooo special.

After work, I went to H&M and bought an outfit for the evening. Talked to my mom on the phone, on the bus. Went for a run. Got ready. Met a few friends at The Parthenon, this restaurant that my family's gone to since I was a little bitty baby. We got saganaki, OOPA! and wine, and delicious, DELICIOUS everything. Then, I got a song and a piece of baklava with a candle. Fun times!

Post-dinner we went to see Flosstradamus play at the Abbey Pub (my friends Ali and Libby work there and were able to get us in), and it was INCREDIBLE!!! Wow. He was spinnin' tunes from back in the day, making me feel like a teenager, without all the feelings of a real life emotional teenager, and mixin' it up with new funk. I've never sweated so much outside of a gym, or maybe even in a gym. It was pretty disgusting, but I was having too much fun to care. He rocked, we rocked. Afterwards I shook his hand - and he's going to be at ROTHBURY!! That'll be fun.

Then we danced in the street and went back to the house I lived in this past summer, that my friends still reside in, and played Taboo. I got home 'round 3:30 - 4, and it felt real nice.

I slept in the next day. Read, played my guitar, drank lots of water, wrote my profiles from a coffee shop up the street, went for a run, and relaxed. A great way to spend the day if I say so myself.

23 - MICHAEL JORDAN - BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE, THUS FAR! AMAAAAAAAZING!!!

These schnozberries taste like schnozberries!!

Rothbury is hours away. Hours. I can taste it. Loungin' in the sweet Michigan woods, coating my body in bug spray/sun block from head to foot. Taking deep breaths of wild, crisp air. And dancin'. Dancin' like a maniac. Like a machine. Like me.


Here's my tentative schedule, and I am continually amazed by the line-up. Incredible!


Thursday, July 3rd.
7:15 - 8:30 Greensky Bluegrass (gettin' down n' dirty, shoes off, jumpin' 'round in the dirt like a crazy hillbilly!)
9 - 10:30 Zappa Plays Zappa (AHHHHH!!!wesome!)
10 - 11:30 Mickey Hart Band (
12 - 2 EOTO (um. yes! dance, dance, dance with Sam the Space Dog)


Friday, July 4th - Happy Birthday, America!!
I want to see both The Beautiful Girls and The Dynamics, both playing sets between 12:30 and 1:30... so, we'll see.
Ahhh, The Wailers at 2:30 - 3:30
And Tea Leaf Green from 2 - 3
3 - 3:45 Mucca Pazza (they's soooo crazy!)
4:15 - 5:30 SNOOP DOGG
5:15 - 6:30 Keller
7 - 8:45 YMSB
Perhaps a snippet of Modest Mouse at 7.
OF MONTREAL at 9:30 - 10:45!!!!!!!!
Then, Widespread Panic after!!!
Runnin' over to Flosstradamus (SOOOO FUN!) at 12:15 to 1:15.
Then Primus after
And, who knows what after that!!


Saturday, July 5th
I think I'll do some yoga with my friend Ashley, and Michael Franti in the morning
Then, I don't know I have choices of Four Fingered Five, Dead Confederate, and Trampled by Turtles... who these bands be? I don't know, we'll see.
Hmmm... I've heard things about these Dresden Dolls playing at 3:30
Then ahhh... MMW and runnin' to the Black Keys. I think the Black Keys, definitely, for I am in love.
Michael Franti & Spearhead at 6:30
Then I don't know....
STS9 from 12 - 2:30 (holy moly!!! YES!!!)
And DJ Harry to close the show down-town


Sunday, July 6th
I've heard things about this Brett Dennen at 1:30
Rodrigo y Gabriela at 2:45
Trey Anastasio at 4:30
Gov't Mule for a bit at 6:15
ATMOSPHERE at 7:30!!
PHIL LESH AND FRIENDS shutting that party down at 8:30
And back to the campsite to rage it, or sleep, but most definitely rage.


And that, my friends, is going to be how I celebrate my individual freedoms. God Bless America!

A Miniature Life

After a long day in the office yesterday--

[It wasn't really that bad. Management was gone at the Cubs game all day, so those of us left behind acted like 2nd graders with a substitute teacher, making it really hard to do actual work... I goofed all day, too, it was great! Although I did manage to make quota. Yes. I have an adult job where I have to make quotas. Actually it makes me feel like I work in a factory. My fingers are crippled after 8 hours typing, and I have tyrannysaurus arms from bending at the elbows for the majority of the day. OH! And right now I'm at a cofffee shop b/c the internet at my house is shotty. Filthy says it's Comcast's fault. I say it's Filthy's fault for spending bill money on dildos rather than giving it to the Man. Annnnnnyway, I'm here to do my weekend work. 20 profiles for time and a half (only 8 hours, but still, bettah than nothin'). I can't seem to sign in to the company website... I can't figure out what I'm typing in wrong, and no one is in the office. Early out. Awesome! I got Chipotle for lunch and it was delicious. So, it's looking like I'm going to go in tomorrow morning after my long run and type like a madwoman so I can party the rest of my weekend away. --------- Also, this cat baristo (? are male coffee bar attendants still considered barista?) has amazing musical tastes... keeping it funky fresh and flipping it back old school, Doors to J5. I like!]

-- I went to the Art Institute. It's FREE Thursday and Friday nights. Oopa! And I really had to pee when I got there, so I headed down to the bathroom (Now early ninties Radiohead - I might steal this kid), did my biznass (you don't really need to know this, but I'm taking you on my journey. Come along), and bobby-pinned my bangs back b/c they were sweaty - ew! I was going to go upstairs but then I saw there was a Miniatures collection (!!!!) and I think I heard someone say once that it was a pretty cool collection, so I wandered in. Sure enough, it was great!! GREAT! So intricate. The detail on most was 1' = 1". Oh, and they were of rooms through the ages: English, French, American (great halls, libraries, dining rooms, parlors of sorts), then a Traditional Chinese Interior, and Traditional Japanese Interior. I was really very impressed, and I read that the woman... Mrs. James Ward... ahhh, somebody was very demanding that every last detail matched the real thing, same wood used in real thing and so on. Blah blah blah, really detailed. Impressive. So I've said. What I'm getting at is that it was so real I really expected (AHHHH SMOKEY ROBINSON! not in the displays, in the shop) the little man from Indian in the Cupboard to come running through holding a mini scalp. Ha ha ha. No, he wasn't violent, but he would've been in the Colonial American displays. I really wanted to see some miniature ghosts, or another thing, I was wishing I was very, very tiny and I could live in these rooms. I would love it, but then I thought how terrifying it would be to have GIANT people looking in at me and saying, "Oooh! Look at the chandelier. This chandelier is my favorite! And the little chess set. OOoh! Look at this chess set!" There was a group of 4 12yo in front of me and they were very excited.

I like strolling through museums with my arms crossed thoughtfully inspecting the pieces.

After the miniatures I began to make my way to the stairs only to be stopped by the TOUCH GALLERY! I love touching things!! I love it, love it, love it!! They were busts - sexy, sexy. So I touched a marble one of some guy, I forgot already so he wasn't important. He could've had a big nose, and perhaps was bald, or maybe it was a woman. YES! It was! And she had a bun, and some guy that was in love with her when he was in art school in Paris in the early 1900s sculpted her with such fine detail. Then there was a limestone/granite Chinese guard with the scowl and bun... I'm seeing a theme. Joan of Arc was bronze, I touched her crown and put my hands around her neck. Then there was this bronze lady WITH a marble veil. I liked the combo, but didn't. Then there was another bronze bust, but of a guy, and he had the big nose, so I stole it (his nose, like you do a baby).

Photography wasn't anything special, so onward and upward to PAINTING!

I like the paintings where I would like to either be in the scenery, or watching the painter paint. Specifically seascapes. Also, there was this one of a chariot race, I forget who did it, but the horses were painted with such terror in their eyes, and the fine detail of the foam. It exploded off the wall. Merh merh merh. I started to get tired/thirsty when I was up there, slowing going into delusion, so I left.

Walked to the Blue Line, took it to Damen, walked home. Went to run/gym. Walked home. Went to the grocery store. Ate a dinner of this wonderful egg dish that is pretty much the only thing I make besides banana bread, and drank some Yellowtail CabSauv. Yes. I know. I am so fancy. I can barely handle it myself. Then I went to bed. My life is sooooo exciting!

In other news, I have to write a 5-ish minute play for the children, using sock puppets. I believe it is going to revolve around Porter (67, fancy. Wears a top hat, monocle, cane), Camilla Cavendish (45, fancier. Exciting) and HR Sockston (a sock monkey). So, we'll see what happens with that. I'm not sure of the plot yet, since it does have to be G rated. I'm pretty excited. And I want to design a little theatre... so that's tomorrow, after work, MEEEEH!

Sunday, my friend wrote this one man show that's going to be amazing, so I'm going to see it with another friend. Sometime I've got to fit in Anne Sather's and her cinnamon rolls, as I'm having withdrawls. And that is all.

I probably won't write for another week, as I seem to have no spare time on my hands anymore. It kind of makes me happy that I'm doing so many things, but at the same time I used to consider myself a pretty lazy person, and now I have no time to be lazy. I guess the only thing I've been lazy with is my personal writing, and that makes me sad. Although I do compose things in my head, which some people might call "thoughts," but I formulate stories... hmmm... Now I must go home and collect my loan information (ARGH!) so I can consolidate them all into something I will never, ever be able to pay off... I love that my math skills made me think I had $10,000 less to pay, and then my credit report broke my heart. I'm never going to see the other side of the world (HERE COMES MY BABY! I LOVE THIS SONG> KEEP SEEING THIS PICTURE OF YOU!!! HERE COMES MY BABY!! HERE SHE COMES NOW!! AND IT COMES AT NO SURPRISE TO ME, WITH ANOTHER GUY!) I gotta go.

Consolidate. Wine. Guitar. Laundry. Wine. Fold. Wine. Guitar. Wine. Pass out. Sounds like a FUN FRIDAY NIGHT!! I gotta rest up for tomorrow. I'll be 23 in 12 days. Hoo-de-hoo!

Too-dah-loo!!