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California has to be one of the places I've come to both love and hate with a passion.
So many good things are here - the foundation of my band, my home, amd some fantastic memories with my friends. There are also the mandatory bad things that I'm sure no one really likes - friends that've turned against me, a failed relationship with a man, and some really horrible memories. While California's a nice place to visit or possibly live, sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I never came back out here again, but I'm pretty sure that would be impossible for me since I'm drawn to this place like a fucking magnet.
We're out here in San Francisco for a show tomorrow - The Warfield with The Queens of The Stone Age. Today was another day off between shows and it's been one of the best days off I've had since we've started this tour. Tony and I spent some quality, semi-buzzed time together walking up and down Haight Street, popping in and out of vintage and costume shops. The two of us made quite a sight with very strange behaviour, but it was nice. Amoeba Records was a destination while we were out, and it was quite fun, but when isn't getting new music and meeting a few fans?
Since we've been back at the hotel, my mum and I've been talking about upcoming shows in Australia. I'm fucking anticipating seeing my family again and playing in my 'native land' for the first time with this band. It feels like it's been forever since I've seen my family, when it's really just been a year. Honestly, I can't believe that I've went a year without seeing them, seeing as they mean so much to me and it kills me inside whenever I have to leave to go back to California.
My family are three of the people in my life that really keep me sane. Without them, I don't know where I would be or what the hell I would be doing. I love them more than words can fucking express, and I'm thankful to be seeing them for the holidays and especially for my birthday.
So many good things are here - the foundation of my band, my home, amd some fantastic memories with my friends. There are also the mandatory bad things that I'm sure no one really likes - friends that've turned against me, a failed relationship with a man, and some really horrible memories. While California's a nice place to visit or possibly live, sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I never came back out here again, but I'm pretty sure that would be impossible for me since I'm drawn to this place like a fucking magnet.
We're out here in San Francisco for a show tomorrow - The Warfield with The Queens of The Stone Age. Today was another day off between shows and it's been one of the best days off I've had since we've started this tour. Tony and I spent some quality, semi-buzzed time together walking up and down Haight Street, popping in and out of vintage and costume shops. The two of us made quite a sight with very strange behaviour, but it was nice. Amoeba Records was a destination while we were out, and it was quite fun, but when isn't getting new music and meeting a few fans?
Since we've been back at the hotel, my mum and I've been talking about upcoming shows in Australia. I'm fucking anticipating seeing my family again and playing in my 'native land' for the first time with this band. It feels like it's been forever since I've seen my family, when it's really just been a year. Honestly, I can't believe that I've went a year without seeing them, seeing as they mean so much to me and it kills me inside whenever I have to leave to go back to California.
My family are three of the people in my life that really keep me sane. Without them, I don't know where I would be or what the hell I would be doing. I love them more than words can fucking express, and I'm thankful to be seeing them for the holidays and especially for my birthday.