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Saw 311 tonight. My friend's dad is some rich... dude... corporate... something or other, so we had a private box, and holy guacomole folks. In this weird twisted world where processed paper equals luxury and room to rest your feet, damn it feels good to be a gangster.
But seriously! We had our own little room with a table and chairs, sink, mini-fridge, and bathroom. Then we had our outside seating area. We got blazed and drunk beyond comprehension and I swayed to 311's music without a care in the world. I felt like I was in high school, 'cause a lot of 311's songs color that era for me. You know when you're at a certain age, when aspects of you start to come online, and the songs you're listening to at the time are forever defined by that period? That's how a bunch of 311 songs are to me.
Particularly All Mixed Up and Amber. When Amber played, I transcended. I was my 14 year old self, brimming with hope and uncertainty, and I was me, at 22, eclipsing that naivete with a contented smile. It wasn't painfully nostalgic, for once. It was nice.
They didn't play their Love Song cover this time. God knows that has memories for me. I have such baggage. It's crazy. I don't feel like that kind of person. I walk around feeling relatively detached and aloof most of the time. But there are certain experiences that really tether me to this earth, whether I like or not... and some music just brings that to the surface for me.'
Anyway.
Now I'm at Tom's. Sharon and I are DXMing. Well, I'm not really. I purged most of it up, lol. Meh. My body was like, stop! Please stop!
So Sharon's tripping under the covers next to me, and I'm her trip DJ. It's quite fun. I r gud at music!
Okay.
Bye.
:)
Edit:
When I said room to rest your feet, I was being literal. See: my resting feet.
(that's not 311 - it's Slightly Stoopid. 311 was much more dark, bright colored lights, general headlining band epicness)
But seriously! We had our own little room with a table and chairs, sink, mini-fridge, and bathroom. Then we had our outside seating area. We got blazed and drunk beyond comprehension and I swayed to 311's music without a care in the world. I felt like I was in high school, 'cause a lot of 311's songs color that era for me. You know when you're at a certain age, when aspects of you start to come online, and the songs you're listening to at the time are forever defined by that period? That's how a bunch of 311 songs are to me.
Particularly All Mixed Up and Amber. When Amber played, I transcended. I was my 14 year old self, brimming with hope and uncertainty, and I was me, at 22, eclipsing that naivete with a contented smile. It wasn't painfully nostalgic, for once. It was nice.
They didn't play their Love Song cover this time. God knows that has memories for me. I have such baggage. It's crazy. I don't feel like that kind of person. I walk around feeling relatively detached and aloof most of the time. But there are certain experiences that really tether me to this earth, whether I like or not... and some music just brings that to the surface for me.'
Anyway.
Now I'm at Tom's. Sharon and I are DXMing. Well, I'm not really. I purged most of it up, lol. Meh. My body was like, stop! Please stop!
So Sharon's tripping under the covers next to me, and I'm her trip DJ. It's quite fun. I r gud at music!
Okay.
Bye.
:)
Edit:
When I said room to rest your feet, I was being literal. See: my resting feet.
(that's not 311 - it's Slightly Stoopid. 311 was much more dark, bright colored lights, general headlining band epicness)