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Ahh the sweet smell of vanilla on my hands, in my hair on my clothes. Tonight was a blast despite the many shortcomings that are Burbank and Downtown Los Angeles. I realize the two can nary be compared - however when your destination is in the former and mapquest sends you to the latter things do tend to become slightly irregular.
Saw Hot Like (A) Robot play tonight. Drank with aforementioned rock stars afterwards. Have pictures to share. I decided tonight that I would rock the black and white film and the 200 speed color. I normally wouldn't have bothered with a non-digital shoot but something in me cried out for grainy black and white glam rock shots of these sexy young men. The line-up after we arrived ( we missed 2 bands ) started off with As Night Falls - who I also photographed and am including in my review for the site - and a filler act who was cut short due to bass guitar issues even though they had rad equipment - and proceeded to go off like a time bomb when HL(A)R took stage. The venue left a little (a lot) to be desired: If possible avoid going to a show at 'Studio S' in Burbank, Ca at all costs. It is an all ages warehouse venue that somehow managed to squeeze an $8.00 cover out of the small crowd that showed up and then didn't pay the headlining band! However The Robots ended their set with the telling battle cry of ' This place fucking sucks. We should have played a real venue. ' as a sort of retaliation.
My sorts of kids.
I went with Ann of course. She later asked me to stay over and then managed to somehow change her mind a few hours later. So much for bold moves and what have you. Sometimes it floors me how much of a charge I get out of simply spending a few hours in her presence. This is such a recent development for me. A metamorphosis of sorts. A few months ago I wouldn't have given a second though to any of this. I guess things are ever changing - no matter how much they stay the same.
Always a pity when on the one night you are feeling brave you are also sleeping alone.
I can't complain though. She has been over for most of the past week and is going to accompany me to the gathering tomorrow night in honor of Ashley's arrival in the LBC. Ashley should be happy. It took a bit of convincing to get her to go but you may get to meet her. More about that to the people involved via phone tomorrow.
Sleep comes to everyone while we wait for the Sunday afternoons.
Sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe yeah, but you.
Sleep comes to everyone while we wait, wide awake and blue.
Sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe, yeah, but me and you.
And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.
And so I give myself away, unto everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.
Sleep comes to everyone while we wait for the Sunday afternoons.
And sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe, yeah, but you.
And I had this one figured out,
That's why the suicide machine is built for two,
A simple sick device devised to overload on love,
To bring us colored dreams and soundtracked waves of fun.
And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.
And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.
Sleep comes to no one else like we have falling through the ground,
Fulfilling promises of endless summer nights,
I'm losing ground, you're losing sound.
Somewhere through a thousand blues,
A dragonfly descends with just a whisper, I'm lonelier than God.
And all my wishes spin the fishes in the air and every one,
A different shade of you.
And to the left where up is down
Now stands a zebra made of shapes of me,
And silver and the sun.
So bring no guilt with you up above the flat-line,
Let's just hit the sky exploding into one.
Saw Hot Like (A) Robot play tonight. Drank with aforementioned rock stars afterwards. Have pictures to share. I decided tonight that I would rock the black and white film and the 200 speed color. I normally wouldn't have bothered with a non-digital shoot but something in me cried out for grainy black and white glam rock shots of these sexy young men. The line-up after we arrived ( we missed 2 bands ) started off with As Night Falls - who I also photographed and am including in my review for the site - and a filler act who was cut short due to bass guitar issues even though they had rad equipment - and proceeded to go off like a time bomb when HL(A)R took stage. The venue left a little (a lot) to be desired: If possible avoid going to a show at 'Studio S' in Burbank, Ca at all costs. It is an all ages warehouse venue that somehow managed to squeeze an $8.00 cover out of the small crowd that showed up and then didn't pay the headlining band! However The Robots ended their set with the telling battle cry of ' This place fucking sucks. We should have played a real venue. ' as a sort of retaliation.
My sorts of kids.
I went with Ann of course. She later asked me to stay over and then managed to somehow change her mind a few hours later. So much for bold moves and what have you. Sometimes it floors me how much of a charge I get out of simply spending a few hours in her presence. This is such a recent development for me. A metamorphosis of sorts. A few months ago I wouldn't have given a second though to any of this. I guess things are ever changing - no matter how much they stay the same.
Always a pity when on the one night you are feeling brave you are also sleeping alone.
I can't complain though. She has been over for most of the past week and is going to accompany me to the gathering tomorrow night in honor of Ashley's arrival in the LBC. Ashley should be happy. It took a bit of convincing to get her to go but you may get to meet her. More about that to the people involved via phone tomorrow.
Sleep comes to everyone while we wait for the Sunday afternoons.
Sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe yeah, but you.
Sleep comes to everyone while we wait, wide awake and blue.
Sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe, yeah, but me and you.
And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.
And so I give myself away, unto everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.
Sleep comes to everyone while we wait for the Sunday afternoons.
And sleep comes to everyone, everyone maybe, yeah, but you.
And I had this one figured out,
That's why the suicide machine is built for two,
A simple sick device devised to overload on love,
To bring us colored dreams and soundtracked waves of fun.
And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.
And so I give myself away, to everybody everyday.
And so I give myself to you, and you need it more than I do.
Sleep comes to no one else like we have falling through the ground,
Fulfilling promises of endless summer nights,
I'm losing ground, you're losing sound.
Somewhere through a thousand blues,
A dragonfly descends with just a whisper, I'm lonelier than God.
And all my wishes spin the fishes in the air and every one,
A different shade of you.
And to the left where up is down
Now stands a zebra made of shapes of me,
And silver and the sun.
So bring no guilt with you up above the flat-line,
Let's just hit the sky exploding into one.