Showing posts with label live music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label live music. Show all posts

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Butts, Buts and a Questionable Sequence of "Although".

Me and my loving boyfriend.
          Lately has been a mess of theatrical teenage bullshit.  I just finished my School's production of "Cinderella" (In which I was the sexy stepsister.), and now I reside in that relaxing limbo in which I wait for the next round of auditions to start.  It was a pretty great show and I was allowed to make some really questionable life choices, like chasing after men because of my deranged, gold-digging Step Mother and my narcissistic older Sister.  But mostly Butts. 

Tina understands my predicaments.


           This weekend was eventful to say the least.  I went to a house show with some of my friends (A house show, for all you lame people out there is like a small gig for local musicians usually held at someone's house.  In this case, it was at my friend Jordan's house which is equivalent to twelve small neighborhoods.  I've had one at my house, although that was back when my friends actually had the desire to rehearse for hours until we gave birth to something that sounded like music.) 
          My friend Jordan's band is just fucking brilliant.  He's really into a lot of undergroundish type stuff, which, if looked at from a vantage point is probably going to be the equivalent of what early Punk rock was in the 1970s.   Sadly I didn't get to stay late enough to see them, (Whales), because I had to take some friends home and then head back to my own house.  My friend Molly was kind enough to pay for my gas money in quarters. 
         ON A MORE FASHIONABLE NOTE.  My good friend Tessa gave me some shorts a while back, of which I have been too lazy to fix.  But today I fixed them and the whole world was right again.  Birds were singing, my lawn was mowed, and most of all I felt pretty damn good about life, the universe and everything. 

Wow look at that I'm almost sexy.

                Those shorts are so damn cute.  I'm tempted to dye them blue, though, in order to satisfy my need for Homestuck. I'd like to thank Hendrix and my Mother for the grace of finding those shirts buried beneath age old clothing from the *gasp* 90s. (The top one is floral print, and they both include shoulder pads and ample opportunity to hint at cleavage.)  I need some white lace tights, though, and I should be set for this Texas winter.





 

Friday, July 20, 2012

Barenaked Ladies- Houston, Tx 2012

Wow they were fantastic. 

I didn't think I would enjoy them that much but I did.  It was like a wave of Canadian energy just splashed right over me and into my heart through the entrance of my windpipe.  Seriously they were so not into the whole "Texas Heat" thing so they went to Academy before the show and bought tennis outfits.  

Fuck you Canada for producing such wonderful Rock n Roll bands. 



hahah fuck you we're Rush
   shit is real man 
 also canadian



yeah so after I was done laughing so hard I was crying because their songs were so earnest and you could tell their sincerity through lyrics.  One thing I love about Live Music and that I respect about musicians is their ability to rip open their hearts and spill out their feelings and inner selves through lyrics.  It takes a lot of guts to play a personal song in front of 1 person, and especially in front of an audience of 1000 +. 


So thanks for that, BNL.  You guys fucking rule and I hope I get to see you again some day.