i've loved it's silly nature, and yes, it does hurt.
I wish I could simply exert, in words, all the feeling I get after I go to a brilliant show. I suppose the best I can do is: Sometimes I hold the right side of my chest to make sure that all the anxiety doesn’t make way from my heart and spew chunks onto my monitor.
regression: this morning I woke up with plenty of time to get showered ,which is a rare thing because I tend to skip the 10 minute hassle, and I dressed up in some nice clothes to go with my Loreal Vive shampoo smell. Afterwards, I noticed myself tying my shoe sluggishly and as I was coming up started to think about how tonight there was a show with great prospect. I unworriedly began to day dream. I dreamed about my first few shows I never went to because it was the hardest thing to convince my parents that a concert was a safe place to be as long as you stayed away from the “CO-CA-I-NA.” Seriously though, I had to rightfully sell my soul to Gargamel himself to get my parents to say yes. I thought about how much control they had over my decisions to want to go see music. Though I suspect they know my love for it now, I could never imagine anyone telling me “NO” ever again. I’ve probably have attended quite a few since my days of 13, on my knees (and I probably laid a few tears on the line ,) just to get the chance to see “The Offspring.” Though the taste in music has indeed changed, the passion to continue to attend live shows is always there. So I finished my other shoe and I got my keys and was rightfully five minutes late to my meeting because I was a day dream’in fool.
Tonight the website, puter building, interactive planning, meetings, networking, money less, bills, confusion, loss, anxiety, pain, was all packaged in my lungs for the moment I would hear Stellastar* play “Jenny.” (If you’ve ever liked the Toadies, think of “Tyler” with an 80’s flair and you got the build and climatic scream pay off.) Well, Jenny played, and that lung dispersed all the stale notions once ecompassing my daily life. It cleared up soon enough and I was able to thorougly enjoy the music and crowd sing along interaction.(it was nice to know we were the best crowd they had experienced all tour. nice feeling!). John Vanderslice seriously gave me a rush of goose bumps because his genuine demeanor will forever make his music a accurate extension of him. JV is a classic piece of me that I share with a select few; I recommend his catalogue to anyone.
So, I return to the flicker of the screen and the serious twitch in my octave nerve which has been acting up (could be the puter.) Though I return to rebuild the same burden that has been erased, I am glad I have found my whimsy eraser: a show.
sidenotes
*So much has happen at my apartment in the last few days:
*huge drug raid bust
*fugitive on the run and getting lost on Northgate Apt. Property. (Helicopters and all)
*new roommates assigned for next year..
sidenote part II
I have a sketch comedy journal I want to get serious about:
*first entry:
Title :construction worker training:
….. Feeble non construction workers posing as construction worker wannabes train to pick up woman in the trashiest of ways. Guys failing the class because they can not get sleazy enough…diagrams, blueprints, and manuals describing the proper sleazy pickup….
Note*** the characters who pose as the real construction works would also be played by people who would never be constructions workers…I always see Ian black for some reason…I think he’s just great for any satirical performance ….and the flamboyant flair is always welcome.
nO reST for the weary….with my fist’s high…and a passion for tomorrow…I bid this entry and all who love and share my obsession, a good day….
regression: this morning I woke up with plenty of time to get showered ,which is a rare thing because I tend to skip the 10 minute hassle, and I dressed up in some nice clothes to go with my Loreal Vive shampoo smell. Afterwards, I noticed myself tying my shoe sluggishly and as I was coming up started to think about how tonight there was a show with great prospect. I unworriedly began to day dream. I dreamed about my first few shows I never went to because it was the hardest thing to convince my parents that a concert was a safe place to be as long as you stayed away from the “CO-CA-I-NA.” Seriously though, I had to rightfully sell my soul to Gargamel himself to get my parents to say yes. I thought about how much control they had over my decisions to want to go see music. Though I suspect they know my love for it now, I could never imagine anyone telling me “NO” ever again. I’ve probably have attended quite a few since my days of 13, on my knees (and I probably laid a few tears on the line ,) just to get the chance to see “The Offspring.” Though the taste in music has indeed changed, the passion to continue to attend live shows is always there. So I finished my other shoe and I got my keys and was rightfully five minutes late to my meeting because I was a day dream’in fool.
Tonight the website, puter building, interactive planning, meetings, networking, money less, bills, confusion, loss, anxiety, pain, was all packaged in my lungs for the moment I would hear Stellastar* play “Jenny.” (If you’ve ever liked the Toadies, think of “Tyler” with an 80’s flair and you got the build and climatic scream pay off.) Well, Jenny played, and that lung dispersed all the stale notions once ecompassing my daily life. It cleared up soon enough and I was able to thorougly enjoy the music and crowd sing along interaction.(it was nice to know we were the best crowd they had experienced all tour. nice feeling!). John Vanderslice seriously gave me a rush of goose bumps because his genuine demeanor will forever make his music a accurate extension of him. JV is a classic piece of me that I share with a select few; I recommend his catalogue to anyone.
So, I return to the flicker of the screen and the serious twitch in my octave nerve which has been acting up (could be the puter.) Though I return to rebuild the same burden that has been erased, I am glad I have found my whimsy eraser: a show.
sidenotes
*So much has happen at my apartment in the last few days:
*huge drug raid bust
*fugitive on the run and getting lost on Northgate Apt. Property. (Helicopters and all)
*new roommates assigned for next year..
sidenote part II
I have a sketch comedy journal I want to get serious about:
*first entry:
Title :construction worker training:
….. Feeble non construction workers posing as construction worker wannabes train to pick up woman in the trashiest of ways. Guys failing the class because they can not get sleazy enough…diagrams, blueprints, and manuals describing the proper sleazy pickup….
Note*** the characters who pose as the real construction works would also be played by people who would never be constructions workers…I always see Ian black for some reason…I think he’s just great for any satirical performance ….and the flamboyant flair is always welcome.
nO reST for the weary….with my fist’s high…and a passion for tomorrow…I bid this entry and all who love and share my obsession, a good day….