status check - incensed
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
i feel a little badly in saying this, but i'm a bitch - so i'm over it.
that is one of the worst reviews i've read. not only does it mess things up, it's screaming of inexperience. which would make sense, if the critic hadn't been reviewing for awhile now ...
wow.
7.08.2004
7.07.2004
equal opportunity music whore
status check - decent
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
i have decided that i definitely need to catch a tides show. i recieved a copy of "keep it a secret" yesterday and have enjoyed it throughout my travels today - pleased to not only find some impressive new music, but also to appreciate music performed by an andrew band.
yesterday's arrival marked the unofficial start to a stretch of somewhat-new-to-me music. i should receive bushwalla's "sessions" within the next couple of days, hopefully before i embark on the musical revelry that this weekend will hold. a new venue, two sets of musicians i've never seen live, my first guster hometown set - i'm greatly looking forward to things.
but i'm temporarily out of new rufus wisdom to share - thus breaking my streak of wainwright wonder week. it works in my favor, however, as i was told today that i'm holding rw in higher regard than the other two acts on sunday's bill. have i been discriminating against guster and ben folds?
it was hardly my intention, as all three acts are high on my list of favorite musical types. so i'll attempt to remedy the situation.
to guster, i offer these bits from my archives. first, april of 2001:
at about 4 this afternoon, michelle called me up and asked if i wanted to go to see guster at the flynn. i had forgotten they were playing tonight, so i was psyched.
yet another reason why the best plans are those that just sort of appear...the show rocked. theatre techie that i am, i found myself amazed by the light show presented...they had seven or eight of the moving lights we used for midsummer. i can only imagine how much they cost...and the cues were right on. so damn good. highlights of the evening were "demons" (during the opening strains of which i squealed like a teenybopper--not one of my finer moments), "barrel of a gun", and "parachute". during one of the songs, they created a whole night atmosphere--stars, cresent moons (a fabulous manner of utlizing those moving lights), and all.
i need more guster in my life. i very much enjoyed myself. great show, great times.
and yes, i was dopey, bought a tshirt ("and it was all yellow..."), and a poster for my evergrowing "wall of theatre and music stuffs".
and from september 2003:
the wigs were everywhere - unfortunately my 'fro was at the groomer's. or maybe i just hadn't checked the website to discover that it was a wig-encouraged show. if i had known, yeah, i would have picked one up and gone along with the wig-friendly vibe. it would have amused me.
the show was amazing. it amazes me how warm and comfortable guster makes me feel - not to mention that brian absolutely amazed me. that man can pound on the bongo like it's nobody's business - good lord. he's my favorite guster man - i love how he commands attention without saying a damn thing during the shows. he just rocks out and kicks arse.
as was to be expected, i grinned like a fool and felt all warm & fuzzy-like when "parachute" was performed. i loved the expected songs and sang along at the top of my lungs, but the selection of "come downstairs and say hello" as the final encore song was probably the highlight. it's a song that i have really connected with since the album was released and i couldn't believe they chose to end with that - i took it as a sign and, coupled with the sightings of two monarch butterflies within 24 hours, i have to assume that something great is on the horizon.
as for ben folds - the man just rocks. and i cannot wait to (FINALLY) see him live.
ok, fine. the lack of rufus info? i lied. here's the daily dose (haha, you fools!):
Transcription of a conversation between Brian Rosenworcel and Rufus Wainwright backstage in Gilford NH on July 1st:
RW: Did you see that there's a chiropractor here?
BR: Yeah, I think I'll skip it. Did you set that up?
RW: I don't think so. I think she's from the venue. Did you know chiropractics are illegal in France?
BR: No .... what else is illegal in France?
RW: I don't know. Murder?**
** courtesy of guster's road journal.
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
i have decided that i definitely need to catch a tides show. i recieved a copy of "keep it a secret" yesterday and have enjoyed it throughout my travels today - pleased to not only find some impressive new music, but also to appreciate music performed by an andrew band.
yesterday's arrival marked the unofficial start to a stretch of somewhat-new-to-me music. i should receive bushwalla's "sessions" within the next couple of days, hopefully before i embark on the musical revelry that this weekend will hold. a new venue, two sets of musicians i've never seen live, my first guster hometown set - i'm greatly looking forward to things.
but i'm temporarily out of new rufus wisdom to share - thus breaking my streak of wainwright wonder week. it works in my favor, however, as i was told today that i'm holding rw in higher regard than the other two acts on sunday's bill. have i been discriminating against guster and ben folds?
it was hardly my intention, as all three acts are high on my list of favorite musical types. so i'll attempt to remedy the situation.
to guster, i offer these bits from my archives. first, april of 2001:
at about 4 this afternoon, michelle called me up and asked if i wanted to go to see guster at the flynn. i had forgotten they were playing tonight, so i was psyched.
yet another reason why the best plans are those that just sort of appear...the show rocked. theatre techie that i am, i found myself amazed by the light show presented...they had seven or eight of the moving lights we used for midsummer. i can only imagine how much they cost...and the cues were right on. so damn good. highlights of the evening were "demons" (during the opening strains of which i squealed like a teenybopper--not one of my finer moments), "barrel of a gun", and "parachute". during one of the songs, they created a whole night atmosphere--stars, cresent moons (a fabulous manner of utlizing those moving lights), and all.
i need more guster in my life. i very much enjoyed myself. great show, great times.
and yes, i was dopey, bought a tshirt ("and it was all yellow..."), and a poster for my evergrowing "wall of theatre and music stuffs".
and from september 2003:
the wigs were everywhere - unfortunately my 'fro was at the groomer's. or maybe i just hadn't checked the website to discover that it was a wig-encouraged show. if i had known, yeah, i would have picked one up and gone along with the wig-friendly vibe. it would have amused me.
the show was amazing. it amazes me how warm and comfortable guster makes me feel - not to mention that brian absolutely amazed me. that man can pound on the bongo like it's nobody's business - good lord. he's my favorite guster man - i love how he commands attention without saying a damn thing during the shows. he just rocks out and kicks arse.
as was to be expected, i grinned like a fool and felt all warm & fuzzy-like when "parachute" was performed. i loved the expected songs and sang along at the top of my lungs, but the selection of "come downstairs and say hello" as the final encore song was probably the highlight. it's a song that i have really connected with since the album was released and i couldn't believe they chose to end with that - i took it as a sign and, coupled with the sightings of two monarch butterflies within 24 hours, i have to assume that something great is on the horizon.
as for ben folds - the man just rocks. and i cannot wait to (FINALLY) see him live.
ok, fine. the lack of rufus info? i lied. here's the daily dose (haha, you fools!):
Transcription of a conversation between Brian Rosenworcel and Rufus Wainwright backstage in Gilford NH on July 1st:
RW: Did you see that there's a chiropractor here?
BR: Yeah, I think I'll skip it. Did you set that up?
RW: I don't think so. I think she's from the venue. Did you know chiropractics are illegal in France?
BR: No .... what else is illegal in France?
RW: I don't know. Murder?**
** courtesy of guster's road journal.
wednesday ...
status check - peachy
background ambiance - tori
nothing here to fear
i'm just sitting around
being foolish when
there is work to be done
just a hang-up call
and the quiet breathing
of our persian we call
cajun on a wednesday
so we go from year to year
with secrets we've been keeping
though you say you're not a templar man
seems as if we're circling
for very different reasons
but one day the eagle has to land
out past the fountain
a left by the station
i start the day in the usual way
then think -- well why not --
and stop for a coffee
then begin to recall
things that you say
no one's at the door
you suggest a ghost
perhaps a phantom
i agree with this in part
something is with us
i can't put my finger on --
is thumbelina size 10
on a wednesday --
so we go from year to year
with secrets we've been keeping
though you say you're not a templar man
you tell me to cheer up
you suspect we're oddly even
even still the eagle has to land
out past the fountain
a left by the station
i start the day in the usual way
then think -- well why not --
and stop for a coffee
then begin to recall
things that you say
pluck up the courage
and snap
it's gone again
i start humming "when doves cry"
can someone help me
i think that i'm lost here
lost in a place called america
background ambiance - tori
nothing here to fear
i'm just sitting around
being foolish when
there is work to be done
just a hang-up call
and the quiet breathing
of our persian we call
cajun on a wednesday
so we go from year to year
with secrets we've been keeping
though you say you're not a templar man
seems as if we're circling
for very different reasons
but one day the eagle has to land
out past the fountain
a left by the station
i start the day in the usual way
then think -- well why not --
and stop for a coffee
then begin to recall
things that you say
no one's at the door
you suggest a ghost
perhaps a phantom
i agree with this in part
something is with us
i can't put my finger on --
is thumbelina size 10
on a wednesday --
so we go from year to year
with secrets we've been keeping
though you say you're not a templar man
you tell me to cheer up
you suspect we're oddly even
even still the eagle has to land
out past the fountain
a left by the station
i start the day in the usual way
then think -- well why not --
and stop for a coffee
then begin to recall
things that you say
pluck up the courage
and snap
it's gone again
i start humming "when doves cry"
can someone help me
i think that i'm lost here
lost in a place called america
7.06.2004
i don't know what it is
status check - rambling
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
i'm never opposed to an increase in writing, particuarly when the writing is presented as well as has become customary with the sedaris-worshipping one. i enjoy being able to read someone else's rants and rambles, especially since they provide some form of insight into the mind of someone i respect. and considering that i'm dwelling in my relatively confined corner of the world (i enjoy making new england my playground, but would love to extend beyond its borders every now and again), it's nice to be able to look out onto another part of the world (a globe-hopping look, no less).
but when i'm through with being selfish, i focus more on what's being said and what i read between the lines. and lately, i've been feeling for the author. much as i can feel for someone i've never spoken to before (thanks to the wonders in technology, i have to change the standard "someone i've never met" - as i now know some smashing people that i've never had the chance to meet face to face - part of that whole confined new england bit).
i'm constantly writing. the same goes for him. but my output increases exponentially with my boredom/loneliness/frustration. even more so when i don't feel like i have an emotional outlet or - worse - a reason to be upset. my notebook or (lately) my keyboard becomes my punching bag.
he seems to be punching much more the past couple of weeks.
he needs some time off. but i get the sense that, like me, he's one of those wanderlusty types. he had the potential to take time off earlier this summer and instead goes on this crazy (but delightful) tour across the country. he says he'd like to spend time in his apartment doing nothing, but i say the same thing. and when a couple of free days come 'round, i'm off on a roadtrip somewhere.
i don't know what he needs, but it seems like he's certainly in need of something.
***overanalysis and intruding into a stranger's life concluded, we now return to your business day***
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
i'm never opposed to an increase in writing, particuarly when the writing is presented as well as has become customary with the sedaris-worshipping one. i enjoy being able to read someone else's rants and rambles, especially since they provide some form of insight into the mind of someone i respect. and considering that i'm dwelling in my relatively confined corner of the world (i enjoy making new england my playground, but would love to extend beyond its borders every now and again), it's nice to be able to look out onto another part of the world (a globe-hopping look, no less).
but when i'm through with being selfish, i focus more on what's being said and what i read between the lines. and lately, i've been feeling for the author. much as i can feel for someone i've never spoken to before (thanks to the wonders in technology, i have to change the standard "someone i've never met" - as i now know some smashing people that i've never had the chance to meet face to face - part of that whole confined new england bit).
i'm constantly writing. the same goes for him. but my output increases exponentially with my boredom/loneliness/frustration. even more so when i don't feel like i have an emotional outlet or - worse - a reason to be upset. my notebook or (lately) my keyboard becomes my punching bag.
he seems to be punching much more the past couple of weeks.
he needs some time off. but i get the sense that, like me, he's one of those wanderlusty types. he had the potential to take time off earlier this summer and instead goes on this crazy (but delightful) tour across the country. he says he'd like to spend time in his apartment doing nothing, but i say the same thing. and when a couple of free days come 'round, i'm off on a roadtrip somewhere.
i don't know what he needs, but it seems like he's certainly in need of something.
***overanalysis and intruding into a stranger's life concluded, we now return to your business day***
then and now
status check - reflective
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
during our pre-sellout (his, not mine) interview, john mayer discussed concert taping and distribution. he was all for it as a manner of being able to introduce people to his music, but said that a recording never captures the true essence of being at the performance.
"you can burn a show," he said, "but you can't burn the experience of being there."
he was right, but he didn't get into the sensation of listening to a show you attended years ago. and how it takes all the details that have rubbed away over time and makes them nice and fresh again.
almost three years ago (two years, eleven months, three weeks exactly - not that i can remember dates or anything), i made my first musical trip to northampton. i stood in line for hours (as the start time was delayed) to enter the iron horse music hall for my first howie day headlining show outside of college coffeehouse performances (not that i've ever attached too much significance to a concert or anything).
while i've been able to get copies of every other non-smc hd performance i've attended, the iron horse show would never wind up in my collection. according to the rumor moving down the waiting line before the show began, howie's set was being professionally recorded so the management (this was way pre-epic, after all) could release it as hd's much-clamored-for first live album. unofficial recording was strictly verboten.
after just a couple of songs, though, i knew i wouldn't even be able to buy a copy, as hd wasn't producing a release-calibar performance. it was fun and good, but he messed up a couple of notes and lyrics, goofed around and was otherwise focused on having fun with it. and he turned "lover, you should've come over" - the one cover i desperately wanted to hear - into a peppy ditty.
anyway. pretty much resigned myself to remembering the show - never hearing it again. that is, until last night, when i found it in the live archives.
!!!!!
i didn't realize how much about it i'd forgotten - and what a great show it really was. even the "lover" cover - which pissed me off at the time - comes off as fun. the older songs i've missed were in fine form - crazy how i was never enthusiastic about "slow down" but would love to hear it now - and the other ones now considered old - madrigals, after you, etc. - were brand new.
a listener who wasn't at the show might not be ridiculously impressed by the recording, but for those of us who stood for six hours straight, knees buckling by the end - this is a fantastic surprise.
makes me remember being able to go to a small club to see him perform, back when a band was the farthest thing from everyone's minds. and makes me want to see his solo set in boston in august (performing with oar and matty nay).
and i should note, in order of bringing this portion of the post full-circle, howie's opener that night, rebecca lord, had recently broken up with a musician ... one mr. john mayer.
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in our rufus celebratory portion of the post, i downloaded "waiting for a want" from itunes - while not an itunes enthusiast whatsoever, i decided it was worth it to get to hear the latest ("the art teacher," "gay messiah," "this love affair," "waiting for a dream").
download them. fantastic. almost as brilliant as the video for "april fools," which i'd never seen before.
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
during our pre-sellout (his, not mine) interview, john mayer discussed concert taping and distribution. he was all for it as a manner of being able to introduce people to his music, but said that a recording never captures the true essence of being at the performance.
"you can burn a show," he said, "but you can't burn the experience of being there."
he was right, but he didn't get into the sensation of listening to a show you attended years ago. and how it takes all the details that have rubbed away over time and makes them nice and fresh again.
almost three years ago (two years, eleven months, three weeks exactly - not that i can remember dates or anything), i made my first musical trip to northampton. i stood in line for hours (as the start time was delayed) to enter the iron horse music hall for my first howie day headlining show outside of college coffeehouse performances (not that i've ever attached too much significance to a concert or anything).
while i've been able to get copies of every other non-smc hd performance i've attended, the iron horse show would never wind up in my collection. according to the rumor moving down the waiting line before the show began, howie's set was being professionally recorded so the management (this was way pre-epic, after all) could release it as hd's much-clamored-for first live album. unofficial recording was strictly verboten.
after just a couple of songs, though, i knew i wouldn't even be able to buy a copy, as hd wasn't producing a release-calibar performance. it was fun and good, but he messed up a couple of notes and lyrics, goofed around and was otherwise focused on having fun with it. and he turned "lover, you should've come over" - the one cover i desperately wanted to hear - into a peppy ditty.
anyway. pretty much resigned myself to remembering the show - never hearing it again. that is, until last night, when i found it in the live archives.
!!!!!
i didn't realize how much about it i'd forgotten - and what a great show it really was. even the "lover" cover - which pissed me off at the time - comes off as fun. the older songs i've missed were in fine form - crazy how i was never enthusiastic about "slow down" but would love to hear it now - and the other ones now considered old - madrigals, after you, etc. - were brand new.
a listener who wasn't at the show might not be ridiculously impressed by the recording, but for those of us who stood for six hours straight, knees buckling by the end - this is a fantastic surprise.
makes me remember being able to go to a small club to see him perform, back when a band was the farthest thing from everyone's minds. and makes me want to see his solo set in boston in august (performing with oar and matty nay).
and i should note, in order of bringing this portion of the post full-circle, howie's opener that night, rebecca lord, had recently broken up with a musician ... one mr. john mayer.
-----------
in our rufus celebratory portion of the post, i downloaded "waiting for a want" from itunes - while not an itunes enthusiast whatsoever, i decided it was worth it to get to hear the latest ("the art teacher," "gay messiah," "this love affair," "waiting for a dream").
download them. fantastic. almost as brilliant as the video for "april fools," which i'd never seen before.
7.05.2004
look ahead list
status check - decent
background ambiance - bushwalla, "jesusbobezus"
let's be realistic here - since we all know i'm going to be giddy waiting for sunday's show, i might as well officially announce that i'll be likely making reference to it all week.
so here's today's contribution, found in my archives from two years ago.
7.1.02
found a mayer interview.
I tend to think that, after hearing Room for Squares, that just me and acoustic guitar is a little boring sometimes.
if that's boring, i'll take boring any day.
check out the interview...he talks about rufus (*sigh*), and provides the funniest, somewhat disturbing mayer quote i've ever seen or heard.
Interviewer: And Rufus is someone else you want more people to listen to?
John: Yes, but then also at the same time, I'm like…
Matt [Johnson, drummer]: Don't listen to…if you're only going to buy one record, I mean, you've gotta buy John Mayer's record, not Rufus's record.
John: If you like ejaculating into books, then I guess Rufus Wainwright is a little more [for your taste] and if you like, kind of ejaculating on yourself…
Matt: Your record.
John: Right.
Interviewer: That's going to be the big quote in like, 14 font.
John: 'I'm going to ejaculate…' 14? 72, motherfucker! (Menacing voice) 'I ejaculate into books and return them late. John Mayer.'
Interviewer: Something new to ponder.
John: That's a lyric. That's a lyric. I'm going to make that a lyric.
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that said, i'm also looking forward to a couple of deliveries at my flat ... i should be receiving the tides cd any day now, and i'm also looking forward to some west coast musical goodness. bushwalla. "sessions." yippee!
it's one less socal cd i need to buy. still on the list: j.turtle, tristan prettyman, aspasia aid benefit cd ... what else? comment, give me suggestions.
background ambiance - bushwalla, "jesusbobezus"
let's be realistic here - since we all know i'm going to be giddy waiting for sunday's show, i might as well officially announce that i'll be likely making reference to it all week.
so here's today's contribution, found in my archives from two years ago.
7.1.02
found a mayer interview.
I tend to think that, after hearing Room for Squares, that just me and acoustic guitar is a little boring sometimes.
if that's boring, i'll take boring any day.
check out the interview...he talks about rufus (*sigh*), and provides the funniest, somewhat disturbing mayer quote i've ever seen or heard.
Interviewer: And Rufus is someone else you want more people to listen to?
John: Yes, but then also at the same time, I'm like…
Matt [Johnson, drummer]: Don't listen to…if you're only going to buy one record, I mean, you've gotta buy John Mayer's record, not Rufus's record.
John: If you like ejaculating into books, then I guess Rufus Wainwright is a little more [for your taste] and if you like, kind of ejaculating on yourself…
Matt: Your record.
John: Right.
Interviewer: That's going to be the big quote in like, 14 font.
John: 'I'm going to ejaculate…' 14? 72, motherfucker! (Menacing voice) 'I ejaculate into books and return them late. John Mayer.'
Interviewer: Something new to ponder.
John: That's a lyric. That's a lyric. I'm going to make that a lyric.
-------
that said, i'm also looking forward to a couple of deliveries at my flat ... i should be receiving the tides cd any day now, and i'm also looking forward to some west coast musical goodness. bushwalla. "sessions." yippee!
it's one less socal cd i need to buy. still on the list: j.turtle, tristan prettyman, aspasia aid benefit cd ... what else? comment, give me suggestions.
7.04.2004
anticipation
status check - a little better
background ambiance - rufus wainwright, complainte de la butte
as she listens to her rufus wainwright collection, she realizes that exactly a week from this moment, she will be listening with amazement to the same voice in boston. but on that sunday evening, she will be able to look upon him as he performs in front of her.
background ambiance - rufus wainwright, complainte de la butte
as she listens to her rufus wainwright collection, she realizes that exactly a week from this moment, she will be listening with amazement to the same voice in boston. but on that sunday evening, she will be able to look upon him as he performs in front of her.
odd timing
status check - lethargic
background ambiance - "the fellowship of the ring" - tv
like countless others, i found myself celebrating the birth of the country during yesterday's festivities. sure, the reveling came a day early, but we didn't care. the fireworks were popping, grills were blazing away and i wasn't going to let a little thing like timing bring me down.
i experienced burlington's celebration for the first time, spread out on a blanket with my two flatmates/partners in crime. before the firework display began, we demonstrated the picnic savvy we picked up from last year's festivities in boston, armed with french bread, fruit and cheese and crackers. our neighboring waterfront gatherers must have been as envious as we were from that position a year ago, as we nibbled crackers while they went to stand in line for pizza.
once the display began, we embraced our inner children, oohing and aahing with the best of them (although i should humbily admit that the young boy behind us provided color commentary that would impress anyone). the fireworks were great - felt for the first time in years as if the sparkles would rain down on me. a new, frost-like firework has replaced the weeping willow as my favorite.
the lake was gorgeous when the fireworks were over and people were scurrying away. the boat lights lit up the water and made it appear that there was a small city just beyond the breakwater. we could see another firework display on the shore north of us, and music pulsed through the air.
i've never seen the lake look so festive.
now, however, i note the birth of the nation by relaxing in my flat. my cold, which has come in waves over the past several days, continues to aggravate me, so i'll take it easy today, perhaps get out into the sunshine briefly later.
for now, however, i mustprepare to give this computer an electronic labotomy. it has been overtaken by viruses and, in order to restore it, must bid goodbye to all on it i hold dear. well, almost all of it. some key documents, such as my o'neil journal, resumes and other writing - that's being saved to disk. but all of my music - it'll all need to be refound, much as i can. some of the stuff will be easy - pete, jason and bushwalla music and the like - but i know some will go for good.
a moment, if you will ...
***EDIT: lost all the music, but the computer is again operational. while i work on building my collection, i encourage you to download tristan prettyman's "shy that way" collaboration with mraz. while i've had it for ages, i just redownloaded it and realized what a mesmerizing track it is. it's off tristan's website.
background ambiance - "the fellowship of the ring" - tv
like countless others, i found myself celebrating the birth of the country during yesterday's festivities. sure, the reveling came a day early, but we didn't care. the fireworks were popping, grills were blazing away and i wasn't going to let a little thing like timing bring me down.
i experienced burlington's celebration for the first time, spread out on a blanket with my two flatmates/partners in crime. before the firework display began, we demonstrated the picnic savvy we picked up from last year's festivities in boston, armed with french bread, fruit and cheese and crackers. our neighboring waterfront gatherers must have been as envious as we were from that position a year ago, as we nibbled crackers while they went to stand in line for pizza.
once the display began, we embraced our inner children, oohing and aahing with the best of them (although i should humbily admit that the young boy behind us provided color commentary that would impress anyone). the fireworks were great - felt for the first time in years as if the sparkles would rain down on me. a new, frost-like firework has replaced the weeping willow as my favorite.
the lake was gorgeous when the fireworks were over and people were scurrying away. the boat lights lit up the water and made it appear that there was a small city just beyond the breakwater. we could see another firework display on the shore north of us, and music pulsed through the air.
i've never seen the lake look so festive.
now, however, i note the birth of the nation by relaxing in my flat. my cold, which has come in waves over the past several days, continues to aggravate me, so i'll take it easy today, perhaps get out into the sunshine briefly later.
for now, however, i mustprepare to give this computer an electronic labotomy. it has been overtaken by viruses and, in order to restore it, must bid goodbye to all on it i hold dear. well, almost all of it. some key documents, such as my o'neil journal, resumes and other writing - that's being saved to disk. but all of my music - it'll all need to be refound, much as i can. some of the stuff will be easy - pete, jason and bushwalla music and the like - but i know some will go for good.
a moment, if you will ...
***EDIT: lost all the music, but the computer is again operational. while i work on building my collection, i encourage you to download tristan prettyman's "shy that way" collaboration with mraz. while i've had it for ages, i just redownloaded it and realized what a mesmerizing track it is. it's off tristan's website.
7.03.2004
bollocks
status check - annoyed
background ambiance - air conditioning (ahh ...)
thank you, job, for screwing up all of my festivity plans.
background ambiance - air conditioning (ahh ...)
thank you, job, for screwing up all of my festivity plans.
7.02.2004
jitters
status check - annoyingly nervous
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
i'm going to soon see at least one person i haven't seen since my darkest days last june. and i'm ridiculously nervous about it.
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
i'm going to soon see at least one person i haven't seen since my darkest days last june. and i'm ridiculously nervous about it.
"too nice"
status check - amused
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
when did we get so jaded and cynical? when did we start to doubt someone simply because he's earnest? when did we begin to playfully roll our eyes afterwards as we commented on how against type a person can be?
indeed, ignorance can be bliss. an ignorant version of myself would believe everyone would step back from the mic after a show and talk to the audience. an ignorant version of myself wouldn't be surprised that he remembered my face from over a half year ago. an ignorant version of myself certainly wouldn't have been shocked that he engaged in lengthy conversation with everyone interested in buying a cd or saying hello.
at least my present self can be pleasantly surprised by what i saw and heard last night. perhaps all the more so because i'm aware of how atypical such a person can really be in the sea of guys with guitars.
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caught syd last night at radio bean. got there late, but enjoyed the portion of the set i caught. for whatever reason, i always look forward to hearing "just getting started." something about the "got the people on the left, got the guitar on the right, we got ourselves a party," i think. it's a cool hook.
he's a very nice guy - sounds like things are going well for him, which makes me happy. picked up the new album ("fault lines," plug plug) and got to chat with him - good times. check him out.
it's friday, although technically my thursday, as i work tomorrow. it's always wacky to work a friday-but-not-really shift. hmm.
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
when did we get so jaded and cynical? when did we start to doubt someone simply because he's earnest? when did we begin to playfully roll our eyes afterwards as we commented on how against type a person can be?
indeed, ignorance can be bliss. an ignorant version of myself would believe everyone would step back from the mic after a show and talk to the audience. an ignorant version of myself wouldn't be surprised that he remembered my face from over a half year ago. an ignorant version of myself certainly wouldn't have been shocked that he engaged in lengthy conversation with everyone interested in buying a cd or saying hello.
at least my present self can be pleasantly surprised by what i saw and heard last night. perhaps all the more so because i'm aware of how atypical such a person can really be in the sea of guys with guitars.
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caught syd last night at radio bean. got there late, but enjoyed the portion of the set i caught. for whatever reason, i always look forward to hearing "just getting started." something about the "got the people on the left, got the guitar on the right, we got ourselves a party," i think. it's a cool hook.
he's a very nice guy - sounds like things are going well for him, which makes me happy. picked up the new album ("fault lines," plug plug) and got to chat with him - good times. check him out.
it's friday, although technically my thursday, as i work tomorrow. it's always wacky to work a friday-but-not-really shift. hmm.
7.01.2004
yeah, baby
status check - alright (cold still present)
background ambiance - tides, "i wait"
although i still have the lingering traces of this damn cold, i'm feeling much better. how can you not be in a good mood when you hear a new band that impresses you? well, it works for me, anyway.
andrew was right about his new band. he told me awhile ago that i would like it - checked out the website today and, sure enough, i am liking what i'm hearing. placed my order for "keep it a secret" and am looking forward to receiving it so i can hear more.
it's nice to have another boston-area band to check out - now they just have to post some shows so i can make a trip down and catch them live (hint, hint). it will be great to be able to follow another local band - while averi's at the top of my list of favorite bands, local or otherwise, it will be nice to be able to spice things up.
so yeah. good call, andreas.
speaking of nice things and groovy people, it's wonderful to look ahead to potential california plans and have someone out there encouraging a victoria visit. while i'm getting over the whole bitterness thing from last weekend, i can't help but compare the two. one obviously not in favor of seeing me at all, the other asking me when i'm going to make a trip.
i know some fantabulous people.
***EDIT***
p.s. forgot the link to tides. click on me and buy a cd. merci.
p.p.s. happy july.
p.p.s.s. ok, bye.
background ambiance - tides, "i wait"
although i still have the lingering traces of this damn cold, i'm feeling much better. how can you not be in a good mood when you hear a new band that impresses you? well, it works for me, anyway.
andrew was right about his new band. he told me awhile ago that i would like it - checked out the website today and, sure enough, i am liking what i'm hearing. placed my order for "keep it a secret" and am looking forward to receiving it so i can hear more.
it's nice to have another boston-area band to check out - now they just have to post some shows so i can make a trip down and catch them live (hint, hint). it will be great to be able to follow another local band - while averi's at the top of my list of favorite bands, local or otherwise, it will be nice to be able to spice things up.
so yeah. good call, andreas.
speaking of nice things and groovy people, it's wonderful to look ahead to potential california plans and have someone out there encouraging a victoria visit. while i'm getting over the whole bitterness thing from last weekend, i can't help but compare the two. one obviously not in favor of seeing me at all, the other asking me when i'm going to make a trip.
i know some fantabulous people.
***EDIT***
p.s. forgot the link to tides. click on me and buy a cd. merci.
p.p.s. happy july.
p.p.s.s. ok, bye.
6.30.2004
symptoms of a headcold
status check - ladala
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
my head is floating waaaay above my shoulders. i just wrote a story that didn't want to be written for a bit, and i'm cursing the fact that i could have written a better "s-m 2" review than the one that ran today ...
... i want drugs. i don't like feeling spacey.
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
my head is floating waaaay above my shoulders. i just wrote a story that didn't want to be written for a bit, and i'm cursing the fact that i could have written a better "s-m 2" review than the one that ran today ...
... i want drugs. i don't like feeling spacey.
glad you felt like it
status check - surprised
background ambiance - television
imagine my utter shock to find a new simplesimon waiting in one of my endless email inboxes. new simplesimon poetry was always a highlight of my day - i was exceptionally disappointed when he stopped sending them out, but kept all of my old copies to look back on.
appropriately titled "i don't know, i feel like it," the latest is lovely and painful - also demonstrates precisely why i enjoy his work so much.
have you ever been entranced by a distance and a phantom
by a lovely that has eyes that you know will only damn
your hopes and implications
of the things inside that have only ever grown
indeed.
background ambiance - television
imagine my utter shock to find a new simplesimon waiting in one of my endless email inboxes. new simplesimon poetry was always a highlight of my day - i was exceptionally disappointed when he stopped sending them out, but kept all of my old copies to look back on.
appropriately titled "i don't know, i feel like it," the latest is lovely and painful - also demonstrates precisely why i enjoy his work so much.
have you ever been entranced by a distance and a phantom
by a lovely that has eyes that you know will only damn
your hopes and implications
of the things inside that have only ever grown
indeed.
night owl ways
status check - wide awake
background ambiance - silence
advantage to working nights: no problems arranging at the last minute to meet up with a friend for a midnight movie screening. caught the second spidey movie at the majestic in williston (GORGEOUS theater, by the way). fun company (thanks, johnoghue!) and a great movie to boot.
(side note: since doing away with the pompous "why don't we just refer to it as '2'" notion, i've been looking forward to the sequel. i thoroughly enjoyed the first movie and have adored tobey maguire for eons already. although i still maintain he was at his best in "pleasantville" and "wonderboys.")
and any hal sparks fan needs to see it. trust me.
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realized i should also mention (since i nearly forgot) an interesting experience had by yours truly this past weekend. driving from franklin to quincy, i was chatting with michelle and looking out over the surprisingly flat stretch of highway in front of me. all of a sudden, an explosion of green and gold lit up the sky directly ahead. followed by reds, blues and purples. a fireworks display dead ahead - jarring, surprising and lovely.
one of the few times i will ever earnestly start singing "the remedy." how could you not? michelle laughed and joined in, as i turned onto our exit ramp just as we hit the chorus.
and since i'm on the subject, check out the new journal entries. made me feel better realizing i wasn't the only one to think of the significance of a 27th birthday.
well i saw fireworks from the freeway and behind closed eyes i cannot make them go away and you were born on the fourth of july freedom ring ...
background ambiance - silence
advantage to working nights: no problems arranging at the last minute to meet up with a friend for a midnight movie screening. caught the second spidey movie at the majestic in williston (GORGEOUS theater, by the way). fun company (thanks, johnoghue!) and a great movie to boot.
(side note: since doing away with the pompous "why don't we just refer to it as '2'" notion, i've been looking forward to the sequel. i thoroughly enjoyed the first movie and have adored tobey maguire for eons already. although i still maintain he was at his best in "pleasantville" and "wonderboys.")
and any hal sparks fan needs to see it. trust me.
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realized i should also mention (since i nearly forgot) an interesting experience had by yours truly this past weekend. driving from franklin to quincy, i was chatting with michelle and looking out over the surprisingly flat stretch of highway in front of me. all of a sudden, an explosion of green and gold lit up the sky directly ahead. followed by reds, blues and purples. a fireworks display dead ahead - jarring, surprising and lovely.
one of the few times i will ever earnestly start singing "the remedy." how could you not? michelle laughed and joined in, as i turned onto our exit ramp just as we hit the chorus.
and since i'm on the subject, check out the new journal entries. made me feel better realizing i wasn't the only one to think of the significance of a 27th birthday.
well i saw fireworks from the freeway and behind closed eyes i cannot make them go away and you were born on the fourth of july freedom ring ...
6.29.2004
welcome back
status check - groovylicious
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
i'm back from vaca, back into the grind. but with the smile of someone who was able to (albeit briefly) get away from it all.
i've actually tried posting my misadventures twice, but the blogging powers that be apparently decided that my descriptions and metaphors were not worthy of my typical rants and rambles. so this third attempt will suffer. i've already written out everything that was in my heart (the first time) and my mind (the second). what's left for me to write on take three?
boston was grand, per usual. i've realized i make the trip down just about every two weeks - a pattern recently pointed out by several colleagues. in fine fashion, i'll be back in boston the weekend from next - enjoying the unbelievable lineup that is rufus/guster/ben.
per my new leaf, i will not spend any portion of the trip thinking about those unworthy of my time. shortly before my travels, i took a risk. got burned. lesson learned.
now, away from the ocean, back by the lake, i'm feeling good. for every painful risk, i've been reminded of why taking chances is so important. had i not, i wouldn't be able to smile at the words of my friends and the stories i receive from here and there. anyway, the people i know are far better than the person i wanted to know.
i have so much to smile about. my growing knowledge of my favorite city. the odd sensation of drinking (and chewing) the bubble tea that soothed my mouth from (delicious) hot red curry. laughter and sangria. the clone of a clone. strawberries everywhere. harry potter 3, my favorite yet. laugh-inducing stories from thousands of miles away. singing at the top of my lungs to hard rock while driving home, alone on the roads at the midnight hour and late-night reruns of "my so-called life" and "the west wing" (and the digital system to record them).
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
i'm back from vaca, back into the grind. but with the smile of someone who was able to (albeit briefly) get away from it all.
i've actually tried posting my misadventures twice, but the blogging powers that be apparently decided that my descriptions and metaphors were not worthy of my typical rants and rambles. so this third attempt will suffer. i've already written out everything that was in my heart (the first time) and my mind (the second). what's left for me to write on take three?
boston was grand, per usual. i've realized i make the trip down just about every two weeks - a pattern recently pointed out by several colleagues. in fine fashion, i'll be back in boston the weekend from next - enjoying the unbelievable lineup that is rufus/guster/ben.
per my new leaf, i will not spend any portion of the trip thinking about those unworthy of my time. shortly before my travels, i took a risk. got burned. lesson learned.
now, away from the ocean, back by the lake, i'm feeling good. for every painful risk, i've been reminded of why taking chances is so important. had i not, i wouldn't be able to smile at the words of my friends and the stories i receive from here and there. anyway, the people i know are far better than the person i wanted to know.
i have so much to smile about. my growing knowledge of my favorite city. the odd sensation of drinking (and chewing) the bubble tea that soothed my mouth from (delicious) hot red curry. laughter and sangria. the clone of a clone. strawberries everywhere. harry potter 3, my favorite yet. laugh-inducing stories from thousands of miles away. singing at the top of my lungs to hard rock while driving home, alone on the roads at the midnight hour and late-night reruns of "my so-called life" and "the west wing" (and the digital system to record them).
6.23.2004
confirmation
status check - disheartened
background ambiance - television
indeed. california next time.
background ambiance - television
indeed. california next time.
on my next vacation ...
status check - on the home stretch
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
... i'm just packing my bags and heading to california. going on a official, planned-out ahead of time, requires plane tickets, luggage and maps trip. to SoCal.
but in regards to this vacation, i'm keeping it relatively close to home. any attempts at plans have already been changed, as tom's still making reference to a day trip to nyc and whatnot. so i know i'll be in massachusetts tomorrow night, if not tomorrow afternoon. i know i'll be in vermont by sunday afternoon. other than that, i have no bloody clue.
i might be in new york on friday. i'm expecting to be around town on saturday to celebrate a birthday. i'm expecting to feel at least a little disappointment because i was ignored. i'm expecting to get over that and have a great time, regardless AND in spite.
the lack of concrete plans is a little frustrating, but also fun. i know i'll be busy and i know i'll see and do a lot. precisely what will comprise the next days is unclear, but i'll enjoy it.
the important thing right now is that i'm almost finished with responsibility for a bit and i can taste the freedom. i just need to be away for a few and relax ... it'll be so good for me.
anyhoo. it's some singer's birthday. look it up. :)
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.
... i'm just packing my bags and heading to california. going on a official, planned-out ahead of time, requires plane tickets, luggage and maps trip. to SoCal.
but in regards to this vacation, i'm keeping it relatively close to home. any attempts at plans have already been changed, as tom's still making reference to a day trip to nyc and whatnot. so i know i'll be in massachusetts tomorrow night, if not tomorrow afternoon. i know i'll be in vermont by sunday afternoon. other than that, i have no bloody clue.
i might be in new york on friday. i'm expecting to be around town on saturday to celebrate a birthday. i'm expecting to feel at least a little disappointment because i was ignored. i'm expecting to get over that and have a great time, regardless AND in spite.
the lack of concrete plans is a little frustrating, but also fun. i know i'll be busy and i know i'll see and do a lot. precisely what will comprise the next days is unclear, but i'll enjoy it.
the important thing right now is that i'm almost finished with responsibility for a bit and i can taste the freedom. i just need to be away for a few and relax ... it'll be so good for me.
anyhoo. it's some singer's birthday. look it up. :)
6.22.2004
anyone else?
status check - frustrated
background ambiance - still s.o., s.o.
ok, cross "spend the day with my mother" off the list. anyone else? who else is going to give me another day to do whatever the hell i want?
today just needs to be over - i just need to be able to go home, curl up in my bed and cry myself to sleep.
apologies for the melodrama.
background ambiance - still s.o., s.o.
ok, cross "spend the day with my mother" off the list. anyone else? who else is going to give me another day to do whatever the hell i want?
today just needs to be over - i just need to be able to go home, curl up in my bed and cry myself to sleep.
apologies for the melodrama.
two days, baby.
status check - defiant
background ambiance - bushwalla radio edit in my head
after the worst start to my w.day in ages, i'm now feeling better - at least a bit, anyway. but i suppose i should be thankful, as it helped me figure out what i'm going to focus on over the next few days - as well as what i want to do during my vacation.
i've been struggling with my vaca plans, mainly because i feel i have too much i want to do and not enough time to do it all. while i'd normally feel inclined to just relax and do whatever, it doesn't really feel like a Vacation if i do that. and this is my first real work vaca, so i should add at least some travel into the mix, even if it's simply my semi-regular trek to bostonia.
what i've come up with is a tentative plan to be able to include most of my list of wants into the five days i'll be free from work. a few things had to be scrapped, whether due to time constraints (day trip to nyc) or due to stupid people (my proactive attempt at meeting up for coffee/drink have yielded no response - nipping disappointment in the bud, my ass). but most of it should be able to go on as i'd like.
i'm thinking SoVt thursday, then head down to massachusetts thursday night or friday. spend some time in bostonia, head back to vermont early sunday so i can relax with hometown people sunday and monday.
it might seem hectic, but i think it'll work. because, frankly, i want to do a lot (i'm not really one for the stretch out and relax thing. i've always been more of a Do-er).
i want to spend a day with my mother. i want to spend time with my flatmates. i want to vent to my brother, then forget all the bullshit while we cavort around boston. i want to pick strawberries and i want to enjoy vegetarian curry. i want to enjoy the chew-chew. i want to play frisbee by the waterfront and i want to play frisbee on the boston common.
and while i hope it works out with everyone else, at the same point, i have to focus on the fact that this is my vacation. and if schedules don't fit, i can spend time with myself. i'll have my camera, a notebook and a pen - worst case scenario, i'll still have a grand time.
that said, i hope people want to spend time with me too!
i'm feeling optimistic about it. and, canuck it all, i've earned it. particularly after the last few days.
p.s. while i am most certainly not a fan of the olsen twins, i feel a need to wish mary-kate the best of luck.
background ambiance - bushwalla radio edit in my head
after the worst start to my w.day in ages, i'm now feeling better - at least a bit, anyway. but i suppose i should be thankful, as it helped me figure out what i'm going to focus on over the next few days - as well as what i want to do during my vacation.
i've been struggling with my vaca plans, mainly because i feel i have too much i want to do and not enough time to do it all. while i'd normally feel inclined to just relax and do whatever, it doesn't really feel like a Vacation if i do that. and this is my first real work vaca, so i should add at least some travel into the mix, even if it's simply my semi-regular trek to bostonia.
what i've come up with is a tentative plan to be able to include most of my list of wants into the five days i'll be free from work. a few things had to be scrapped, whether due to time constraints (day trip to nyc) or due to stupid people (my proactive attempt at meeting up for coffee/drink have yielded no response - nipping disappointment in the bud, my ass). but most of it should be able to go on as i'd like.
i'm thinking SoVt thursday, then head down to massachusetts thursday night or friday. spend some time in bostonia, head back to vermont early sunday so i can relax with hometown people sunday and monday.
it might seem hectic, but i think it'll work. because, frankly, i want to do a lot (i'm not really one for the stretch out and relax thing. i've always been more of a Do-er).
i want to spend a day with my mother. i want to spend time with my flatmates. i want to vent to my brother, then forget all the bullshit while we cavort around boston. i want to pick strawberries and i want to enjoy vegetarian curry. i want to enjoy the chew-chew. i want to play frisbee by the waterfront and i want to play frisbee on the boston common.
and while i hope it works out with everyone else, at the same point, i have to focus on the fact that this is my vacation. and if schedules don't fit, i can spend time with myself. i'll have my camera, a notebook and a pen - worst case scenario, i'll still have a grand time.
that said, i hope people want to spend time with me too!
i'm feeling optimistic about it. and, canuck it all, i've earned it. particularly after the last few days.
p.s. while i am most certainly not a fan of the olsen twins, i feel a need to wish mary-kate the best of luck.
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