BEAUTIFUL NOCHELLA!
nochella was hands down one of the greatest desert experiences i've encountered in my life--third only to coachella '04 and coachella '07, ha. but honestly... it was fucking amazing. i wish everyone i have ever met had been there. it was GLORIOUS. the whole set up was basically a "let's get fucked up in the desert, listen to AMAZING bands, and talk under the starry starry sky in the middle of the night in the middle of the california desert" party. nik, edward, and i arrived at around 9:oo PM with some of duhkha's equipment and left the next morning at around the same time.
i pseudo-bonded with two of my favorite people, nik and ryan. nik and i climbed a mountain at around 3AM, drunk but coherent. we laid on top on a blanket. when i faced the desert peaks, behind me i could still hear the music blaring far below. i was at the top of the world. in the distance, black slopes of sand and desert life slept silently and solemnly. the balmy air hugged my skin, while cool breezes shook me out of my anxiety. i was in my fucking element. oh my god.
in the morning, as the sun came up, ryan and i went exploring and found an old, old, old abandoned car, all rusted out and barely recognizable. from the distance it looked like a homeless man's wooden fort. up close we saw that it was splattered with bullet holes. it was covered literally in every inch with bullet holes. bullet shells scattered along the rocks. yeah, it was pretty bad ass.
THE FULL MOON RISING FROM BEHIND THE DESERT HILLS AS THE NIGHT GROWS
ryan, on the right, "chipped" his tooth with his bass. it was a really big "chip."
spot the guy taking a shit
p.s. i just realized that in my last entry, it reads like i am alluding to marijuana. ha... silly. weed is our friend. :)
i need more livejournal friends. :/
i pseudo-bonded with two of my favorite people, nik and ryan. nik and i climbed a mountain at around 3AM, drunk but coherent. we laid on top on a blanket. when i faced the desert peaks, behind me i could still hear the music blaring far below. i was at the top of the world. in the distance, black slopes of sand and desert life slept silently and solemnly. the balmy air hugged my skin, while cool breezes shook me out of my anxiety. i was in my fucking element. oh my god.
in the morning, as the sun came up, ryan and i went exploring and found an old, old, old abandoned car, all rusted out and barely recognizable. from the distance it looked like a homeless man's wooden fort. up close we saw that it was splattered with bullet holes. it was covered literally in every inch with bullet holes. bullet shells scattered along the rocks. yeah, it was pretty bad ass.
THE FULL MOON RISING FROM BEHIND THE DESERT HILLS AS THE NIGHT GROWS
ryan, on the right, "chipped" his tooth with his bass. it was a really big "chip."
spot the guy taking a shit
p.s. i just realized that in my last entry, it reads like i am alluding to marijuana. ha... silly. weed is our friend. :)
i need more livejournal friends. :/