driving past old schools, witnessing the lifestyles of children and teenagers and the suburbs.
But then, I go to the Stephen Malkmus show.
It was pretty good, but there's something slightly unnerving about being the only person (or female, really) in a packed concert with underage X's on your hands. Though besides being gawked at like an alien visitor, experiencing a dark room full of drunken 30+ yr-old men yelling "STEPHEN!" at the top of their lungs was something special. I almost felt like a nervous college-age music nerd from the 90s, minus the penis and all the fear.
Almost.
Wednesday, April 23
Friday, February 29
Your Sound Alternative
is the tagline for every college radio station in the entire world.
However,
89.7 KRUI is still the bomb.
Listen to my show 3-5 PM Saturdays online:
kruiradio.org/listen
Enjoy.
However,
89.7 KRUI is still the bomb.
Listen to my show 3-5 PM Saturdays online:
kruiradio.org/listen
Enjoy.
Wednesday, September 5
Sunday, August 19
Going...Going...
I discovered today that a cheap alternative to magic mushrooms is being physically forced out of a most intense dream concerning a young Truman Capote, other dimensions, the history of the world as visually told by Dr. Seuss, and superpowers.
Eating spagetti and watermelon with my grandmother and other extended family has never felt so crazy!
The more realistic surreality of the day, however, has come from the fact that it is my second-to-last. All of these blank walls and absent objects are strange enough by themselves, but it is far stranger to see certain people around me and consciously know it may be the last time I ever do. Acquaintances take on new and short-lived meaning.
Which is why the festival last night was weird. There are no real goodbyes to true friends, but something gets extinguished with departure-- and the more that's extinguished, the less I can envision my life in the future. It is a scary feeling.
But my report: Brothers & Sisters completely stole the show. Unlike their recordings, their live show is like evolved Fleetwood Mac that makes you feel the way the Polyphonic Spree would make you feel if they were mixed with pure mountain sunshine. The Theater Fire was obviously incredible as well; I love the sort of simple silliness in the new songs, as well as their professional yet good-humored execution of everything they play. I liked Matthew & the Arrogant Sea, but not as much as I liked hanging out with them at four in the morning. Dust Congress was okay; I loved their Jim James-y vocalist, but their set was pretty monochromatic. The Sound Team guy's band was terrible.
And grasshoppers in Denton are huge.
Eating spagetti and watermelon with my grandmother and other extended family has never felt so crazy!
The more realistic surreality of the day, however, has come from the fact that it is my second-to-last. All of these blank walls and absent objects are strange enough by themselves, but it is far stranger to see certain people around me and consciously know it may be the last time I ever do. Acquaintances take on new and short-lived meaning.
Which is why the festival last night was weird. There are no real goodbyes to true friends, but something gets extinguished with departure-- and the more that's extinguished, the less I can envision my life in the future. It is a scary feeling.
But my report: Brothers & Sisters completely stole the show. Unlike their recordings, their live show is like evolved Fleetwood Mac that makes you feel the way the Polyphonic Spree would make you feel if they were mixed with pure mountain sunshine. The Theater Fire was obviously incredible as well; I love the sort of simple silliness in the new songs, as well as their professional yet good-humored execution of everything they play. I liked Matthew & the Arrogant Sea, but not as much as I liked hanging out with them at four in the morning. Dust Congress was okay; I loved their Jim James-y vocalist, but their set was pretty monochromatic. The Sound Team guy's band was terrible.
And grasshoppers in Denton are huge.
Thursday, August 16
S.O.S.
Do you have an insane, dramatic, and thoroughly fucked-up family?
Let's start a club.
Sometimes, things explode with such magnitude that everything is suddenly extremely clear. Unlike "Little Miss Sunshine," however, this does not always mean that anything will change. The recognition of dysfunction is not the action required to remove or alter it.
On that note: I am pretty much fucked for the next 6 days. And a periodic while afterward.
If I leave without saying goodbye, know it's nothing personal.
Thanks.
Let's start a club.
Sometimes, things explode with such magnitude that everything is suddenly extremely clear. Unlike "Little Miss Sunshine," however, this does not always mean that anything will change. The recognition of dysfunction is not the action required to remove or alter it.
On that note: I am pretty much fucked for the next 6 days. And a periodic while afterward.
If I leave without saying goodbye, know it's nothing personal.
Thanks.
Sunday, August 12
Oh My God, Kjartan Sveinsson
Too incredible.
Yay to Teenage Symphony
Nay to social anxiety
& that creepy guy whose beer I knocked over.
Today was the beginning of the awful thing that is Sentimental Packing. I hope my bookshelf is larger than it looks.
But ultimately,
the conclusion every single thing I do always leads me to:
TEXAS IS TOO FUCKING HOT.
Definitely.
Yay to Teenage Symphony
Nay to social anxiety
& that creepy guy whose beer I knocked over.
Today was the beginning of the awful thing that is Sentimental Packing. I hope my bookshelf is larger than it looks.
But ultimately,
the conclusion every single thing I do always leads me to:
TEXAS IS TOO FUCKING HOT.
Definitely.
Wednesday, August 8
Freaks & Geeks
...has to be the most brilliant thing television ever had going for it. It portrays adolescence with such incredible relevance.
So:
if Judd Apatow really is making a movie in which Jack White plays Elvis, he has my blessing.
On a shittier note:
I hate insomnia almost as much as I periodically hate being female.
Eight nights & counting.
If I do sleep, I wake up so constantly that it barely matters. It's like I can't shut my brain off. And when I dream, it's so intense that it exhausts me and leaves my waking life a dreamlike state.
I'm so, so tired.
But Teenage Symphony Saturday, so at least I can see one good show before I fall asleep in the shower and drown.
So:
if Judd Apatow really is making a movie in which Jack White plays Elvis, he has my blessing.
On a shittier note:
I hate insomnia almost as much as I periodically hate being female.
Eight nights & counting.
If I do sleep, I wake up so constantly that it barely matters. It's like I can't shut my brain off. And when I dream, it's so intense that it exhausts me and leaves my waking life a dreamlike state.
I'm so, so tired.
But Teenage Symphony Saturday, so at least I can see one good show before I fall asleep in the shower and drown.
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