08:44 pm I haven't actually made a fucking update for a long time. Not much to look forward to this summer except for a ridiculous summer reading assignment and occasionally drinking with my brother and his friends... I am so exciting, oh boy. Anyway, recently I've taken a few big chances that desperately needed to be taken to retain any kind of happiness... One of them is so far inconclusive, and my life in the next few days can either get really deliriously great or shitty shitty brown, depending on the answer to it all. A big game show, that's what my life is... Anyway, I hope you're all having a good time, wherever you are. Current Mood: curious Current Music: Today - Jefferson Airplane
09:08 pm - Lab Experiment #48: SiGarPo So I had a great epiphany today... (Test Subjects are Paul Simon, Art Garfunkel, and Harpo Marx. The only animals we test on live in Garfunkel's bird's nest.)
Don't let that escape from the lab, harharhar.
I've been out of school for over a week, and so far my all-time summer low is the day I watched Doctor Zhivago on the old movies channel while drinking Coke out of a wine glass. Hopefully I won't regress any further than that, ahhhh. And remember how last year we went back to school on July 31? Well, after they lied and said the first day next year would be later than last year's, OUR FIRST DAY IS IN FACT ONE DAY EARLIER. July 30. Motherfucker! I wanna wipe out the school board with a shovel, the lardasses, grumblegrumble...
Anyway, if you haven't noticed, I have now embarked on an amazingly big Simon and Garfunkel obsession. These things usually don't end well, but they are rather glorious in their prime, haha.
AND THE WONDER YEARS ARE BACK ON TV, on "Ion," channel 255 if you have DirecTV, 10PM weekdays. I love The freakin' Wonder Years.
Current Mood: okay Current Music: Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine - Simon & Garfunkel
12:51 pm - visionary, fast and slashing .... Paul Simon is a god and he should be worshiped. Li-de-li-li-li-li-li, amen. Current Mood: bored Current Music: At the Zoo -S&G
08:27 pm hahaha, my art teacher is awesome: "thanks for the help today with mackensie. if you can do that everyday for me...i could make it worth your while....like an 8 X 10 drawing of your man FELIX or of a hammond organ.
what do you say?
Mr Domingo
did you listen to that will oldham mix? i thought maybe you could get into that....i also have picked up this great comp of brazilian tropicalia music from the 60s...more hippy-like rock music in Portuguese....email me back and i'll burn you a copy."
XDD I didn't know he actually read all of those myspaceular references to Felix I've been making over the months... Oh yes. Felix is my man. he got that straight. *nod,laughlaugh,throwup,dance,spit,andotherassortedthings* Current Music: Glad to Be Unhappy - The Mamas & the Papas
08:50 pm - ! - go ride the music I got a bottle of Breck grape bubble bath at the store today. It reminds me in a big way of my childhood, that incredibly fake, though good, smell. Lately I've also begun to recall little bits of my early influences - the songs, movies, and shows I have the earliest memories with. For movies, I know our parents were trying to get us liking their favorites and all (which I am definitely not against), so here's what I remember.
Just a minute ago I was silently betting with myself that a song by the Lovin' Spoonful would show up within the next ten songs that played on my iPod (it was on shuffle). I have exactly 2,310 songs on my iPod, and only about fifteen of those so far are by the Lovin' Spoonful. No, it wasn't in the top ten. It was number eleven. I tried this same thing again two more times. The second time, it was number nine. The third time, it was twelve. WEIRD. But still, COOL.
Oh, and this morning I thought I saw a small, round white light orb while in bed. I suppose this should go down in the books along with that disembodied voice I heard in my room months ago? Sure.
... I'M NOT CRAZY.
EDIT: It just happened a-fucking-gain! The song was number ten this time! Fuckin A. And I swear the shuffle thing doesn't rely on some sort of pattern with the artists, because several of the songs have no information for them. Current Mood: weird Current Music: Six O'Clock - Lovin' Spoonful
11:21 pm For what it's worth, I wanted to show you a few more songs... Yeah, it's the Young Rascals, but TOO BAD. 'My way or the highway.' Or the byway, in Graham's case. Really, if you like psychedelia in random places, then today is your lucky day, sir or madam.
See I think it's a Let It Be (the album in general) sounding song, especially with the guitar solo thing near the middle, and I love it. There's pretty much no spot in that song that isn't filled up with some kind of loud, fast instrument. And the first time I heard it, the line "I'm married to the universe; my brother is the sky" immediately stuck on me.
It's Wonderful This one kind of reminds me of the Strawberry Alarm Clock's song, "Sit With the Guru." Warning: Contains Yellow Submarine-type sound effects at the end.
Find Somebody Now this... I don't know what this reminds me of. But I love it.
o'course Felix wrote all of that. Mmmm felix
By the way, for one pitiful shred of an actual update: I'm teaching myself piano because Felix actually did make me want to get a B3 Hammond organ and learn it. I know 26 chords right now and a couple of songs. I like it much more than guitar, probably because it's all laid out in front of you, rather than having to find the note in one of the forty-something possible places on a fretboard of a guitar.
I'm probably becoming obsessed with him, hah, because this has been the first band that I look up on YouTube every day in hopes of new videos. *facepalm* Another thing that made me especially happy about them is that they're all still alive. :D That's very rare in my kind of music; the only other band I really, really dig with all living members is Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.
Also, Dino Danelli is a fucking amazing drummer. Don't kill me, but I think he's a better drummer than Keith Moon. And he looked A LOT like Macca. No joke, Greta.
Pplllttt I wanna shower. Off I go then. Current Mood: mellow Current Music: anything YR
10:55 pm Bored. Bored. Bored. Heh, uh... this is an 11-second-long video of me playing the intro of "Helplessly Hoping" by CSN. It's just the intro cos my camera, for reasons unbeknownst to me, can only take 33 seconds of film. Also, it's not very loud (although I turned my amp as loud as it could go), so listen closely. I guess. ONE LAST THING. Haha. I was nervous as hell, so it sounds kinda shitty, if you didn't notice.
Damn. That code better've worked.
I'll be seeing Arlo Guthrie tomorrow at the Ferst Center at Georgia Tech. I'm in Row A, which is somehow the sixth row. Someone explain, plzkthx. Current Mood: eh Current Music: A Night at the Opera (Marx Brothers film, not Queen album)
10:48 pm Mmyeah, I just had an idea. Well not "just," I had it in the shower. I suppose that wasn't the most vital of information, but anyway-- adding to the list of Dreams-That-Are-Kind-Of-Difficult-To-Accomplish-But-Would-Make-Me-Feel-a-Whole-Lot-Better, I've decided that "Stardust Troupe" is not a very good band name. It'd fit in much more as the name of a Merry Pranksters-like group, wouldn't it? I thought about this a little while after I did some reading on Wavy Gravy, the Pranksters, and the Chicago Seven and all. I realize that I miss that general era way too much to just dream about it. So either someone's going to build a damn time machine or I'm recreating the movement. Who's with me?
I am the founder of the Stardust Troupe. *chuckles* Join me, if you'd like.
Also, if anyone in their right mind would go trick-or-treating with me this year, I am going to dress up as Wavy Gravy. Probably with a flattened-out, beaten-up cowboy hat, kazoo, and an American flag shirt. He's such a neat old man. :3
Mom said the Pranksters came around in their Day-Glo bus to her college (Antioch, if I'm spelling that right, in Ohio), sometime in the early seventies. She said she was a few feet from Wavy.
I am incredibly jealous of all of my mother's stories. I'd give anything to trade them with my boring ones. Let's see.. she lived in Indonesia for a year at 8 years of age, in 1960; she hiked the Appalachian Trail in the summers of '79 and '80, where she actually saw energy come from her body (and no, she wasn't on drugs... at that time); she drove around downtown Boston with her best friend, Kathy (who went to Woodstock when my mother and she were 17); saw some real amazing shows, like one with Strawberry Alarm Clock, Buffalo Springfield, and The Chambers Brothers all on the same bill, as well as James Brown and Janis Joplin in a bar in Boston; she wrote poetry and dated a hippie musician named Robin; was involved with a coupla activist groups, and so on. Damn, that was a long sentence.
Ahem.
Also, my father worked for Greenpeace for about fifteen years, and met too many of my favorite musicians and people to name. But I'll name a few, just to be an asshole, hah. David Crosby, Graham Nash, Abbie Hoffman, Jackson Browne, Bob Weir, Don McLean, annnd some others I've forgotten. I suppose they weren't too many to name, eh?
Speaking of Grahmma Lamma, I had a dream about him last night and am now on a kick of a certain cracker. *coughImeanGrahambythatcough* In the dream, my brother and I were some of old!Graham's roadies, and I always acted kind of giddy and nervous when he came around me. So finally some girl (or my brother, I forgot which XD) tells Graham that it's because I had just a wee little crush on him. So he just looked me up and down and walked away, hahaha. And I woke up bearing said Graham kick.
And in rereading this whole big piece-o-crap, I guess I'm not very good at stringing paragraphs together. Bugger. Current Mood: okay Current Music: Just Say No! - Abbie Hoffman
I did about three things today.. I met Drake Bell, went to Goodwill, and went to Mellow Mushroom. That is all. Anyway, he was doing a free concert at the mall, and you could meet him if you bought the CD and waited in a line for half your life. It was funny to see all of the plastic teenage girls and Nickolodeon-fueled little kids there. They screamed before and after he came out; they ran to get in line. That's the difference between me and them, though. I stood silent, I walked and took my time. I didn't expect to get a date with him, like every other girl did, I just like that he likes good music.
I was holding my prepared Daltrey biography (cos Roger taught Drake guitar, for some reason), but the security people were a barrage of "NO NO NO MOVE ALONG NOW MANY PEOPLE TO SEE WE HAVE TO CATCH A FLIGHT SO HURRY UP HE CAN ONLY SIGN CDS AND POSTERS" and so on. I was gonna have him write something alog the lines of "I sure love swingin' them microphones" on the inside cover of the book, but dammit, "ONLY CDS AND POSTERS." It went something like this:
Drake: Hi! Sally: Uh, hi. *holds Daltrey bio in one hand and CD in the other* Roadie 1: Look, it's his mentor! Drake: Whoa, yeah! *takes book out of my hand; apologizes for losing my place in the book* Sally: No, it's alright. Drake: Is this [the book] any good? Sally: Oh, definitely. [actually, it pisses me off that the authors spell Entwistle with a fucking 'h'. But besides that, eh.] Roadie 2: And she's got a Who shirt! Drake: Ah, you like The Who? *smiles* Sally: Yeah. Drake: Awesome! And I see you've got the Daltrey pants too. Sally: Hah, yeah. Roadie 2: Good taste. Sally: Thanks..
I'm really fuckin' talkative, aren't I? By the way, I didn't really know why he chose to call them "Daltrey pants," haha, cos they were just stripedy acid pants. OH, and one of my school's PE teachers was right in front of me in line. XD Luckily, he didn't remember who I was. He was with his daughters and wife, and I think my mom wins with this comment: "If he's a PE teacher, then why are his wife and kids such fatasses?!"
I guess he was the first famous person I've met. I only got a mutual wave from Graham Nash, which did excite me a hell of a lot, but that's not really meeting someone, is it? By the way, I would appreciate it if you didn't comment with "Oh my god I hate Drake Bell hahahaha he sucks alsdkfasldkfa;lsdkf;!" As I said before, he has really good tastes in music and the like...
Current Mood: okay Current Music: Girl's Eyes - The Who
06:12 pm Please excuse any hostility in this post. I'm very out of sorts at the moment. I started feeling rotten when in chorus, a girl I never talk to said that someone had put a note in a desk, saying that I was pregnant. Why? Why would someone even do that? I'm not mean to anyone at school. If someone gets their books knocked out of their hands, I help them pick them up. I don't start any bloody rumors. I've never even gotten to 'second base,' much less fucked. Why don't they talk about a girl who's gone all the way and more? Oh yes, that's right, it's because those girls are popular. Sometimes I feel so lonely. How many friends have I got? I'd like to know. Current Music: How Many Friends? - Who.
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