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My cadet jacket, which conveniently is draped around me, is hopping a greyhound back to Anaheim from my current location of San Diego. Traipsed down here to discuss Warped and see a band: my life story. I’m alone in the backseat of a bus, laptop perched upon the skateboard that my legs are straddling. Ah - the things memories are made of as Stefan would say. Or maybe that’s only reserved for referring to conversations that stretch into the sun-drenched early morning hours. Who knows - he’s disconnected right? But I’m still smitten with the idea of constant spontaneity and lack of predictable boredom. Styrofoam animals, cardboard candy, and papered chaos line my thoughts. Back it up - that just got lace with attachment and I’m not okay with that - we all know how I work: roughly two months and I’m done. It happens. Deal.
This morning I was awoken to Jasmine quoting her random Cosmo girl facts - something involving the throat of a guy and his emotional vulnerability. I saw that once as he was changing in a Las Vegas alleyway. This followed by a scramble for the bus station - only to wait in line for the incompetent attendants to tell me that due to their lack of hustle my bus had already left. Thanks for that. So another two hours to kill: sushi, shoes, starbucks and a realization that we are definitely in the industry. And just a side-note sushi was Bleed themed today; apparently shrimp has a killer inside as well.
Spouted off cheesy (and the occasional not so cheesy) possible names for our Warped Tour ventures. Titling things is harder than it seems. There has to be the right blend of catchiness and integrity all while wafting about in a pool lacking of pretension. Ah - right. I’ve got just the thing: no - wait…I don’t. Currently I’m waiting for the words.
And who knew Avril had her own anime? Not me. But apparently Borders carries it - there’s visual somewhere. I got called Fefe Dobson the other day - that was interesting and I’m not sure if it borders on the insulting. That will be resolved after I hear back from Kevin. It’s also gloomy outside which I don’t support. The weather should reflect by mood - I am trying to be optimistic, which is rare because all my pursuits can usually be traced by a healthy dose of pessimism.
Interlaced in all this finally resolving chaos are random trips throughout California to watch Peachcake with Justine, a fellow ppf adorer. And if you haven’t seen their set, it is, as Justine puts it, “the best kindergarten party for adults you have ever witnessed.” That’s accurate. Duck Duck Goose and Red Rover somehow make their appearance during the psychedelic set that is laden with catchy tunes but powerful lyrics. “Stop paying attention to all the merchandise.” This is when my music journalism skills attempt to kick in and force me to write a show review - I refuse.
Ah well - time to take a nap on the bus and dream of the summer. Might I add - my summer consists of a summer camp I have only imagined: where I get to watch and work with my favorite bands everyday. I support that. The music industry is my tool and I plan to use it to my advantage. And even before that, I get to conquer the beginning of June with a tour with ashton. and This Calendar Year - I dig. But for now, let’s ignore the vibration of the engine and the screech of the windshield wipers and focus on more permanent things…
This morning I was awoken to Jasmine quoting her random Cosmo girl facts - something involving the throat of a guy and his emotional vulnerability. I saw that once as he was changing in a Las Vegas alleyway. This followed by a scramble for the bus station - only to wait in line for the incompetent attendants to tell me that due to their lack of hustle my bus had already left. Thanks for that. So another two hours to kill: sushi, shoes, starbucks and a realization that we are definitely in the industry. And just a side-note sushi was Bleed themed today; apparently shrimp has a killer inside as well.
Spouted off cheesy (and the occasional not so cheesy) possible names for our Warped Tour ventures. Titling things is harder than it seems. There has to be the right blend of catchiness and integrity all while wafting about in a pool lacking of pretension. Ah - right. I’ve got just the thing: no - wait…I don’t. Currently I’m waiting for the words.
And who knew Avril had her own anime? Not me. But apparently Borders carries it - there’s visual somewhere. I got called Fefe Dobson the other day - that was interesting and I’m not sure if it borders on the insulting. That will be resolved after I hear back from Kevin. It’s also gloomy outside which I don’t support. The weather should reflect by mood - I am trying to be optimistic, which is rare because all my pursuits can usually be traced by a healthy dose of pessimism.
Interlaced in all this finally resolving chaos are random trips throughout California to watch Peachcake with Justine, a fellow ppf adorer. And if you haven’t seen their set, it is, as Justine puts it, “the best kindergarten party for adults you have ever witnessed.” That’s accurate. Duck Duck Goose and Red Rover somehow make their appearance during the psychedelic set that is laden with catchy tunes but powerful lyrics. “Stop paying attention to all the merchandise.” This is when my music journalism skills attempt to kick in and force me to write a show review - I refuse.
Ah well - time to take a nap on the bus and dream of the summer. Might I add - my summer consists of a summer camp I have only imagined: where I get to watch and work with my favorite bands everyday. I support that. The music industry is my tool and I plan to use it to my advantage. And even before that, I get to conquer the beginning of June with a tour with ashton. and This Calendar Year - I dig. But for now, let’s ignore the vibration of the engine and the screech of the windshield wipers and focus on more permanent things…