it's all come down to this (week one/winding up) -
here is my entry for lj idol. I don't know how I decided to do this, but I think it actually turned out pretty decent. so, I hope you enjoy.
theme: winding up
january 13th, 2010
xxxxbuy tickets to the show. make plans with becky. "how long are we staying? we'll need to find a hotel, too. not too close to the venue, but not too far. what time should we leave?" click, click, click. "perfect."
january 14th, 2010
xxxxmake phone calls. book flight and hotel. wait.
february 16th, 2010
xxxxpack, pack, pack. 'do i have my toothbrush?' check. 'do i have enough contacts?' yep. 'is this okay to wear to the show? mom!' looking good. 'god, i hope all this fits'. zip. goodnight.
february 17th, 2010
xxxxgrab last minute packing items - phone, charger, ipod, computer. all packed, ready to go. head to the airport. two hours early. sit, wait, talk, wait. finally. 4:35pm: board flight to memphis (stupid connecting flights). arrive in memphis; it's six o'clock. sit on the runway. "can't find a gate. this is ridiculous! i've got another plane to catch!" get off plane and high tail it to the next gate. five minutes to spare. 7:05pm: board flight to tulsa, oklahoma (that's where i wanna be). 9:30pm: arriving at tulsa airport. dead. crickets chirp. get bags from claim, the easy part. now, find a cab company, call and get a taxi. arrive at motel 6, check in and call it a night. tomorrow's the day.
february 18th, 2010
xxxxmorning; wake up, shower, dress. check myself in the mirror. perfect (well, as perfect as i'm going to get). grab camera, tickets, hotel card, phone. "do we have everything? alright, let's head out." catch the bus to downtown tulsa; arrive at a little after eleven. now, find the venue. mile walk in high heeled boots (this was a terrible idea, but shit i look fantastic) and arrive at the flytrap music hall. in line? maybe ten people. take a seat and chill.
xxxxafternoon; stomach growling. ass hurting. need food. "there's a cafe right there. let's grab something to go and come back." sounds like a plan. make our way to the cafe. "wait, i wanna stop and-" what? andy. he smiles, waves - we smile and wave back. walk away. we do, giggling and grinning like fools as we enter the cafe. pick something off the menu, order food and head back with it, no andy in sight. take a seat and eat the food. wait.
xxxxevening; heading to the bathroom (can't hold it forever, you know), see a girl. "hey, don't i know you? eryn, right?" yep, that's her. for the next three hours, sit by her and talk about everything and anything. we gave up our spot, but that didn't matter. it wasn't like we moved back far (what, two spots?). soundcheck. 'stuck under wheels? no way'. breathe.
xxxx7:00pm; doors are supposed to open. standing there, leg shaking as we wait for doors to open. they should be open. ten minutes go by - still standing, still freezing our asses off. impatient fuckers we are. ten more minutes. looking around - nobody's moved. what the fuck? finally. 7:30pm - doors open, rush in, scan my ticket, check my id - just let me get to the front. make a break for it. dead center, third row. perfect.
xxxx8:10pm; bryan jewett. he's ten minutes late (damn doors, why didn't you open at seven?). take off my boots and politely listening. singing, playing - it's all good. foot still tapping.
xxxx9ish? (it's all blurring together); nothing more (yea, that's the band's name). crazy singer dude without a shirt on. the bassist smoking a pipe. singer jumping around on the tiny stage. wonder if he'll fall off? that wouldn't be good. well, they're pretty good. decent. interesting percussion solo, there singer dude. but, fuck, let's get a move on.
xxxxagain, 9:45ish? or something; paco and one love? i don't know. creepy man looking like v for vedetta guy playing sitting drum (shit, i don't know what it's called). big man singing really slow songs. sigh. gaze begins to wonder. see the balcony. they're up there. whispers and discreet points up toward that balcony. omg, they're up there. now, i've completely given up listening. too close. too fucking close.
xxxx10:30pm; this is it. music cuts. they're coming. a year in the making. heart racing, blood pumping through my veins. god, just don't pass out.
(just as a note: the band I went to see is called MWK. they're a band from tulsa and they are absolutely amazing. the singer is fantastic and the main music/song writer is brilliant. fantastic lyrics, fantastic music, fantastic singing - it adds up to make an equally fantastic band. seriously, I could gush about these guys forever. so, I'm going to stop now. if you wanna listen to them, you can check them out here. and, if you like their stuff, you can purchase it on iTunes or at mwkmusic.com. :D and, i'm totally done shamelessly plugging them. D:)
UNTIL NEXT TIME, LJ IDOL. PEACE. ✌
theme: winding up
january 13th, 2010
xxxxbuy tickets to the show. make plans with becky. "how long are we staying? we'll need to find a hotel, too. not too close to the venue, but not too far. what time should we leave?" click, click, click. "perfect."
january 14th, 2010
xxxxmake phone calls. book flight and hotel. wait.
february 16th, 2010
xxxxpack, pack, pack. 'do i have my toothbrush?' check. 'do i have enough contacts?' yep. 'is this okay to wear to the show? mom!' looking good. 'god, i hope all this fits'. zip. goodnight.
february 17th, 2010
xxxxgrab last minute packing items - phone, charger, ipod, computer. all packed, ready to go. head to the airport. two hours early. sit, wait, talk, wait. finally. 4:35pm: board flight to memphis (stupid connecting flights). arrive in memphis; it's six o'clock. sit on the runway. "can't find a gate. this is ridiculous! i've got another plane to catch!" get off plane and high tail it to the next gate. five minutes to spare. 7:05pm: board flight to tulsa, oklahoma (that's where i wanna be). 9:30pm: arriving at tulsa airport. dead. crickets chirp. get bags from claim, the easy part. now, find a cab company, call and get a taxi. arrive at motel 6, check in and call it a night. tomorrow's the day.
february 18th, 2010
xxxxmorning; wake up, shower, dress. check myself in the mirror. perfect (well, as perfect as i'm going to get). grab camera, tickets, hotel card, phone. "do we have everything? alright, let's head out." catch the bus to downtown tulsa; arrive at a little after eleven. now, find the venue. mile walk in high heeled boots (this was a terrible idea, but shit i look fantastic) and arrive at the flytrap music hall. in line? maybe ten people. take a seat and chill.
xxxxafternoon; stomach growling. ass hurting. need food. "there's a cafe right there. let's grab something to go and come back." sounds like a plan. make our way to the cafe. "wait, i wanna stop and-" what? andy. he smiles, waves - we smile and wave back. walk away. we do, giggling and grinning like fools as we enter the cafe. pick something off the menu, order food and head back with it, no andy in sight. take a seat and eat the food. wait.
xxxxevening; heading to the bathroom (can't hold it forever, you know), see a girl. "hey, don't i know you? eryn, right?" yep, that's her. for the next three hours, sit by her and talk about everything and anything. we gave up our spot, but that didn't matter. it wasn't like we moved back far (what, two spots?). soundcheck. 'stuck under wheels? no way'. breathe.
xxxx7:00pm; doors are supposed to open. standing there, leg shaking as we wait for doors to open. they should be open. ten minutes go by - still standing, still freezing our asses off. impatient fuckers we are. ten more minutes. looking around - nobody's moved. what the fuck? finally. 7:30pm - doors open, rush in, scan my ticket, check my id - just let me get to the front. make a break for it. dead center, third row. perfect.
xxxx8:10pm; bryan jewett. he's ten minutes late (damn doors, why didn't you open at seven?). take off my boots and politely listening. singing, playing - it's all good. foot still tapping.
xxxx9ish? (it's all blurring together); nothing more (yea, that's the band's name). crazy singer dude without a shirt on. the bassist smoking a pipe. singer jumping around on the tiny stage. wonder if he'll fall off? that wouldn't be good. well, they're pretty good. decent. interesting percussion solo, there singer dude. but, fuck, let's get a move on.
xxxxagain, 9:45ish? or something; paco and one love? i don't know. creepy man looking like v for vedetta guy playing sitting drum (shit, i don't know what it's called). big man singing really slow songs. sigh. gaze begins to wonder. see the balcony. they're up there. whispers and discreet points up toward that balcony. omg, they're up there. now, i've completely given up listening. too close. too fucking close.
xxxx10:30pm; this is it. music cuts. they're coming. a year in the making. heart racing, blood pumping through my veins. god, just don't pass out.
(just as a note: the band I went to see is called MWK. they're a band from tulsa and they are absolutely amazing. the singer is fantastic and the main music/song writer is brilliant. fantastic lyrics, fantastic music, fantastic singing - it adds up to make an equally fantastic band. seriously, I could gush about these guys forever. so, I'm going to stop now. if you wanna listen to them, you can check them out here. and, if you like their stuff, you can purchase it on iTunes or at mwkmusic.com. :D and, i'm totally done shamelessly plugging them. D:)
UNTIL NEXT TIME, LJ IDOL. PEACE. ✌