a few things...
I could possibly have a HUGE crush on MGMT.
and by possibly, I mean probably.
(p.s. emilytheodd, we're ABSOLUTELY going to see them at Slims on April 24. just thought you may want to mark it down...)
I love them the way I love the kills. I never thought I'd be that edgy, listening to such raw music.
I just got back from 5 days in the desert. It was sweet. except I never got to sleep. and we almost got stuck in the mountains with a flat thanks to the damn air wrench they use to put on spare tires. I could have starved. you know, after a couple of weeks or something. But don't worry. I didn't. It turned out awesome.
also, I broke my guitar. I cried.
but this is what I love about my family: music is SO important to us. I had to tell my dad that I broke his old guitar that he gave to me and that my brother couldn't borrow it for his flamenco guitar class this week. His response? He bought another one. I mean it's not like "daddy bought me a pony because I killed my other one." it's like, he just couldn't imagine living with one fewer guitar. It just had to be replaced. right away. Or the musical foundations on which we reconcile the work of our lives which is so important to our mental health would just collapse.
and somehow after all of that, he still trusts me enough to keep the new Martin acoustic with me so I can learn how to play.
also, did I mention that my little brother is staying with me all this week? it's awesomely fun. we had sushi for dinner tonight. plus, I let him swear. sometimes.
we were fated to pretend.
i miss the playgrounds and the animals and diggin' up worms.
i miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world,
i miss my sister miss my father miss my dog and my home,
i miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone. -MGMT
and by possibly, I mean probably.
(p.s. emilytheodd, we're ABSOLUTELY going to see them at Slims on April 24. just thought you may want to mark it down...)
I love them the way I love the kills. I never thought I'd be that edgy, listening to such raw music.
I just got back from 5 days in the desert. It was sweet. except I never got to sleep. and we almost got stuck in the mountains with a flat thanks to the damn air wrench they use to put on spare tires. I could have starved. you know, after a couple of weeks or something. But don't worry. I didn't. It turned out awesome.
also, I broke my guitar. I cried.
but this is what I love about my family: music is SO important to us. I had to tell my dad that I broke his old guitar that he gave to me and that my brother couldn't borrow it for his flamenco guitar class this week. His response? He bought another one. I mean it's not like "daddy bought me a pony because I killed my other one." it's like, he just couldn't imagine living with one fewer guitar. It just had to be replaced. right away. Or the musical foundations on which we reconcile the work of our lives which is so important to our mental health would just collapse.
and somehow after all of that, he still trusts me enough to keep the new Martin acoustic with me so I can learn how to play.
also, did I mention that my little brother is staying with me all this week? it's awesomely fun. we had sushi for dinner tonight. plus, I let him swear. sometimes.
we were fated to pretend.
i miss the playgrounds and the animals and diggin' up worms.
i miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world,
i miss my sister miss my father miss my dog and my home,
i miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone. -MGMT