//you were the last good thing about this part of town//
"california, last year was about fucking rock. this year's about fucking falling in love." yeah, well, it'd be nice if the guy from fall out boy was right about that. i think this year's about rock for me. the love thing doesn't work so well, but rock... that i can find. can i fall in love with that?
i had a physics midterm today and i honestly wasn't sure on a single answer. under other circumstances, that should result in a love actually and mint chip kind of night.
the coheed and cambria show at the wiltern a couple weeks ago was great. their performances are so well thought-out and theatrical. a guillotine on the stage? rock. too bad the blood brothers were shrieky and annoying. they probably yelp so much because they're frustrated about not eating enough, considering their weight. let's start a "give the blood brothers a cookie" fund. dredg blew me away-- after all, how many guitarists do you know that can play the keyboard with their toes at the same time? mewithoutyou wasn't bad either, mostly because they had the nerve to break out an accordion. christian accordion hardcore. have to see it to believe it. shades of urkel...
the foo fighters/weezer/hot hot heat show on sunday in long beach was amazing. there's something about being in the pit, getting pushed around and smashed, that i love. i'm still wondering why anyone would mosh during weezer's "el scorcho" though. clearly, loud rock fans do not know how to behave during a weezer set. but gosh... dave grohl's unaccompanied version of "everlong", an epic version of "stacked actors", and so many incredible songs... probably the best show i've ever seen, musically.
the nintendo fusion tour tonight was wild. the down side to ebay is certainly when "ucla terry" is apparently asleep for an hour and a half when you're supposed to be picking up tickets, causing you to miss the beginning of the show and the chance to be in the front section of the pit. if there's anyone who can't stand not being in the pit, it's me. (and probably the massive, gooey, shirtless creep moshing at the foo fighters concert who would've been doing a public service if he were to put a shirt back on...) motion city soundtrack was stunning. too bad the engineer didn't have the lead vocal loud enough... wow, recording arts classes have made me a monster. i would've liked more songs-- especially "hold me down"-- but "the future freaks me out" alone was worth the ticket price. sam and i met the singer's girlfriend, oddly enough. then, the starting line brought me back to when i was fifteen. that novelty wore out quite quickly, and they practically drove me-- the queen of being sober-- to want to take my first drink. or seventy. and fall out boy... while they're rumored to be assholes, they're great performers. still not the same caliber as coheed and cambria or foo fighters, but then again, few are.
last saturday, i asked my mom how her best friend was doing and found out that she died. it was the same day brent died. she didn't tell me because i was so upset over brent. i'd always planned to go home for her when it happened-- kathleen's had cancer for awhile-- but she didn't even tell me for a couple weeks. i'd saved money and all so i could fly home, just in case. so my mom's alone in connecticut, barely any friends, just two jobs and an election i'm terrified she'll lose. it's the one thing she loves and if the residents of waterford's 4th district are idiotic enough not to vote her back in, i'm all for moving. this one politician is apparently quite the shit-talker against my mom, and she's even in the same political party. if there's one thing people should know, it's not to mess with my mom, 'cause i won't accept it. anyway, i'm quite upset and on the phone with my mom when my floundering phone bites the dust for good. i've apparently had it for two or three years, so it's no surprise. she e-mails me and tells me to call her from someone else's phone because she needs to hear my voice and know that i'm okay. considering it was during the game, no one was around. i oh-so-brilliantly chose to take the bus, and then the metro downtown to get a new phone at the closest cingular so i could call home and everything would be as okay as i could make it.
i met someone interesting in the metro station. amazing, cultured guy-- usc grad, going to ucla for law school, lived all over the world, great sense of humor. he offered to give me a ride home, and when he couldn't find his card at his stop on the metro he rode with me to my stop and went inside the phone store with me to give me his number. being somewhat smart, i decided not to take a ride home from a stranger. good thing, 'cause i googled him when i got home and discovered that he runs a swingers club. great. i finally meet someone who seems genuinely interested, and he's probably slept with 3/4 of los angeles. and not just the women, i bet. the pieces all fit... the mardi gras benefit he said he organized was advertised right on the swingers' club site, as was the halloween party he invited me to over the phone... apparently when he said it would be "wild" on the phone he meant "orgy". gee, what synonyms.
it's odd to me that so much can happen in one day here. found out that someone i care about has died on the same day someone else i knew passed away, both my printer and my phone croaked, met some random guy at starbucks to get two foo fighters tickets, got hit on at least five times, had some random guy at a frat party think it was funny to fake-asphyxiate me (yeah, that's a laugh), danced on a table in a huge party (yes, i do this sober!), and met a swinger on a train. better that than dull.
with the help of my professor, who's trying to waive a prerequisite to get internship credit, i'm applying to intern at the shrine auditorium next semester. (for those of you at home, the emmys are held there, among others!) that would be a foot in the door that might help me get into the class next fall that will plan a major concert at the shrine. what a dream. all these music things are the reason i'm here. it's comforting that i'm actually getting what i wanted when i came here.
juliana theory next week and tours of the wiltern and the roxy, as well as a tour of the verizon amphitheatre for the def leppard show all forthcoming. and most importantly-- rockin' the gulf coast BATTLE OF THE BANDS!!!!!!! november 17th from 8 to 11 at ground zero. be there or i'll kick you.
i keep thinking about people who i really shouldn't be thinking about when i hear live music. concerts make it difficult to ignore problematic emotions. i want sober friends. that's random, but i'm starting to get lonely and bored at parties. i think i go sometimes because i feel guilty sitting home alone, but some of them just... aren't fun. maybe if i was smashed and incoherent, but that's not my thing. i make an ass of myself enough as it is. i need a workout buddy too. sober friends, workout buddy, date? maybe i should resign myself to searching for one out of three.
if you're not listening to foo fighters' "low" and fall out boy's "grand theft autumn", rectify that situation.
i had a physics midterm today and i honestly wasn't sure on a single answer. under other circumstances, that should result in a love actually and mint chip kind of night.
the coheed and cambria show at the wiltern a couple weeks ago was great. their performances are so well thought-out and theatrical. a guillotine on the stage? rock. too bad the blood brothers were shrieky and annoying. they probably yelp so much because they're frustrated about not eating enough, considering their weight. let's start a "give the blood brothers a cookie" fund. dredg blew me away-- after all, how many guitarists do you know that can play the keyboard with their toes at the same time? mewithoutyou wasn't bad either, mostly because they had the nerve to break out an accordion. christian accordion hardcore. have to see it to believe it. shades of urkel...
the foo fighters/weezer/hot hot heat show on sunday in long beach was amazing. there's something about being in the pit, getting pushed around and smashed, that i love. i'm still wondering why anyone would mosh during weezer's "el scorcho" though. clearly, loud rock fans do not know how to behave during a weezer set. but gosh... dave grohl's unaccompanied version of "everlong", an epic version of "stacked actors", and so many incredible songs... probably the best show i've ever seen, musically.
the nintendo fusion tour tonight was wild. the down side to ebay is certainly when "ucla terry" is apparently asleep for an hour and a half when you're supposed to be picking up tickets, causing you to miss the beginning of the show and the chance to be in the front section of the pit. if there's anyone who can't stand not being in the pit, it's me. (and probably the massive, gooey, shirtless creep moshing at the foo fighters concert who would've been doing a public service if he were to put a shirt back on...) motion city soundtrack was stunning. too bad the engineer didn't have the lead vocal loud enough... wow, recording arts classes have made me a monster. i would've liked more songs-- especially "hold me down"-- but "the future freaks me out" alone was worth the ticket price. sam and i met the singer's girlfriend, oddly enough. then, the starting line brought me back to when i was fifteen. that novelty wore out quite quickly, and they practically drove me-- the queen of being sober-- to want to take my first drink. or seventy. and fall out boy... while they're rumored to be assholes, they're great performers. still not the same caliber as coheed and cambria or foo fighters, but then again, few are.
last saturday, i asked my mom how her best friend was doing and found out that she died. it was the same day brent died. she didn't tell me because i was so upset over brent. i'd always planned to go home for her when it happened-- kathleen's had cancer for awhile-- but she didn't even tell me for a couple weeks. i'd saved money and all so i could fly home, just in case. so my mom's alone in connecticut, barely any friends, just two jobs and an election i'm terrified she'll lose. it's the one thing she loves and if the residents of waterford's 4th district are idiotic enough not to vote her back in, i'm all for moving. this one politician is apparently quite the shit-talker against my mom, and she's even in the same political party. if there's one thing people should know, it's not to mess with my mom, 'cause i won't accept it. anyway, i'm quite upset and on the phone with my mom when my floundering phone bites the dust for good. i've apparently had it for two or three years, so it's no surprise. she e-mails me and tells me to call her from someone else's phone because she needs to hear my voice and know that i'm okay. considering it was during the game, no one was around. i oh-so-brilliantly chose to take the bus, and then the metro downtown to get a new phone at the closest cingular so i could call home and everything would be as okay as i could make it.
i met someone interesting in the metro station. amazing, cultured guy-- usc grad, going to ucla for law school, lived all over the world, great sense of humor. he offered to give me a ride home, and when he couldn't find his card at his stop on the metro he rode with me to my stop and went inside the phone store with me to give me his number. being somewhat smart, i decided not to take a ride home from a stranger. good thing, 'cause i googled him when i got home and discovered that he runs a swingers club. great. i finally meet someone who seems genuinely interested, and he's probably slept with 3/4 of los angeles. and not just the women, i bet. the pieces all fit... the mardi gras benefit he said he organized was advertised right on the swingers' club site, as was the halloween party he invited me to over the phone... apparently when he said it would be "wild" on the phone he meant "orgy". gee, what synonyms.
it's odd to me that so much can happen in one day here. found out that someone i care about has died on the same day someone else i knew passed away, both my printer and my phone croaked, met some random guy at starbucks to get two foo fighters tickets, got hit on at least five times, had some random guy at a frat party think it was funny to fake-asphyxiate me (yeah, that's a laugh), danced on a table in a huge party (yes, i do this sober!), and met a swinger on a train. better that than dull.
with the help of my professor, who's trying to waive a prerequisite to get internship credit, i'm applying to intern at the shrine auditorium next semester. (for those of you at home, the emmys are held there, among others!) that would be a foot in the door that might help me get into the class next fall that will plan a major concert at the shrine. what a dream. all these music things are the reason i'm here. it's comforting that i'm actually getting what i wanted when i came here.
juliana theory next week and tours of the wiltern and the roxy, as well as a tour of the verizon amphitheatre for the def leppard show all forthcoming. and most importantly-- rockin' the gulf coast BATTLE OF THE BANDS!!!!!!! november 17th from 8 to 11 at ground zero. be there or i'll kick you.
i keep thinking about people who i really shouldn't be thinking about when i hear live music. concerts make it difficult to ignore problematic emotions. i want sober friends. that's random, but i'm starting to get lonely and bored at parties. i think i go sometimes because i feel guilty sitting home alone, but some of them just... aren't fun. maybe if i was smashed and incoherent, but that's not my thing. i make an ass of myself enough as it is. i need a workout buddy too. sober friends, workout buddy, date? maybe i should resign myself to searching for one out of three.
if you're not listening to foo fighters' "low" and fall out boy's "grand theft autumn", rectify that situation.