What better reason (other than family and best friends) to make a trip home to the great Northwest? 3 days of Music, Camping, Comedians, and friends! yeayuh.
and it won't be blistering hot like Coachella..Or Lollapolooza for that matter.
SASQUATCH (at The Gorge)
THE LINE UP
Saturday, May 23th
Kings of Leon / Yeah Yeah Yeahs / The Decemberists / Animal Collective / Bon Iver / Devotchka / M. Ward / Doves / Sun Kil Moon / The Gaslight Anthem / King Khan & The Shrines / Ra Ra Riot / Shearwater / Passion Pit / Mt. St. Helens Vietnam Band / Vince Mira / Blind Pilot / Owl City / Arthur & Yu / Dent May & His Magnificent Ukulele / Death Vessel / Hockey / People's Republic of Komedy / James Pants / Todd Barry / Tim and Eric / Crystal Castles
Sunday, May 24th
Jane's Addiction / Nine Inch Nails / TV On The Radio / The Murder City Devils / of Montreal / The Avett Brothers / Calexico / M83 / The Airborne Toxic Event / The Walkmen / The Wrens / St. Vincent / The Dodos / John Vanderslice / The Submarines / Viva Voce / The Builders And The Butchers / AA Bondy / Fences / Point Juncture, WA / The Red Wine Boys / Zach Galifianakis / Deadmau5 / Natalie Portman's Shaved Head / People's Republic of Komedy
Monday, May 25th
Ben Harper and Relentless7 / Erykah Badu / Silversun Pickups / Fleet Foxes / Gogol Bordello / Santigold / Grizzly Bear / Explosions In The Sky / Girl Talk / Blitzen Trapper / The Knux / Monotonix / Bishop Allen / Black Moth Super Rainbow / Beach House / Mugison / The Dutchess And The Duke / School Of Seven Bells / Horse Feathers / The Pica Beats / Loch Lomond / People's Republic of Komedy / Tobacco / Chromeo / God's Pottery / Demetri Martin / BLK JKS / The Whitest Kids U' Know
Go to http://www.sasquatchfestival.com for more details.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
friday night
It's friday.
9:27 pm.
iTunes Paused.
TV Off.
My ears are fully committed to my neighbors. With my windows open I can hear them ever so clearly. My female neighbor is always singing/playing her music. But tonight, She's invited a male friend over and his voice not only has molded perfectly with hers, but has swept her voice and the melody it carries; off it's feet to another level.
At this point, I find myself very close to walk up there knock on the door. Just to hang, sit, and listen. Right now, as I type they've just stopped and are laughing and dinking around with chords, deciding what to play next.
I hope, I think, they are in love.
I am in love with the fact of them possibility being in love. I can almost feel their chemistry through my window.
Whoever wants to come over next friday and eavesdrop on this musical goodness is welcome, just give me an advanced warning, because (of course) my apartment is a pigs sty.
to let you in, I'd say the female is- Cat Power, meets Jewel, Meets Zooey Deschanel. The guy.... Mason Jennnings meets M. Ward. Meets.......something sexy.
9:27 pm.
iTunes Paused.
TV Off.
My ears are fully committed to my neighbors. With my windows open I can hear them ever so clearly. My female neighbor is always singing/playing her music. But tonight, She's invited a male friend over and his voice not only has molded perfectly with hers, but has swept her voice and the melody it carries; off it's feet to another level.
At this point, I find myself very close to walk up there knock on the door. Just to hang, sit, and listen. Right now, as I type they've just stopped and are laughing and dinking around with chords, deciding what to play next.
I hope, I think, they are in love.
I am in love with the fact of them possibility being in love. I can almost feel their chemistry through my window.
Whoever wants to come over next friday and eavesdrop on this musical goodness is welcome, just give me an advanced warning, because (of course) my apartment is a pigs sty.
to let you in, I'd say the female is- Cat Power, meets Jewel, Meets Zooey Deschanel. The guy.... Mason Jennnings meets M. Ward. Meets.......something sexy.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
live
"The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware." - Henry Miller
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
look both ways
I got hit by a moving vehicle today. I was running to runyon canyon (following my run I always hike up to the top). I was crossing the cross walk at the appropriate time for pedestrians to cross. The man wouldn't notice me; that was until I beat the living shit out of his car with my fists and Nike's.
watch out for pedestrians, they may fight back.
watch out for pedestrians, they may fight back.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The Kills
This album came out about a year ago, and I haven't gotten sick of it yet. Yeah, I've put it to rest for a few weeks or months at a time. But Whenever I dust off the ol' album and give it a spin, it's like an old friend meeting up where you left off. This song never ceases to get my body movin' and a shakin. It oozes sex appeal to me without being skanky or trashy.
and the video's pretty cool and weird. Which means if it was a dude, I would date it.
...tell me you don't love it.
and the video's pretty cool and weird. Which means if it was a dude, I would date it.
...tell me you don't love it.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Life is Beautiful
Recently while driving up La Brea ave, I noticed that someone had taken red paint to a plain cement wall, and scripted "LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL" in huge letters which were slightly imperfect across the entire wall. For some odd reason these simple three words spoke to me through their sloppy red text.
I've been going through some shit lately and no matter what, when I drive past, it cheers me up, makes my eyes water up a little, and calms me down. In the middle of traffic it takes me from stressing about one thing or another to stop and think. Reminding me that through every struggle and circumstance, you grow. At times when you're soo low, even though subconsciously you know it, it's hard to see there's a potential light at the end of this dingy dark tunnel.
In the middle of the smut, the filth, and sin on the streets of Los Angeles, some person probably took a couple cans of paint, and an hour or two, to create this beautiful imperfect, mural of words, uknowingly affecting myself and most likely many many other. And I thank them, for reminding me that Life is indeed very beautiful. Life is art. Without all of the imperfections, you wouldn't be appreciate the beauty.
I encourage more powerful and enlightening words to be spread through the many corrupt streets, wish it upon any city, any town, any building. This is what I call art. Art to me, isn't a picture, or a painting, it is something that has been created by a pair of hands, and provides the capability to make others feel it. To me art is a feeling. which can be felt through craft.
Unfortunately, I am always on the opposite side of the street and haven't been at a good angle to capture a photo. I thank computer god's for google, because I was able to find a photo of it, and now am able to share it with you all.
Now, it has been painted all red, and has a paintings of Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, and Barrack Obama staring you down, reminding you that history is still in the making, as you cruise down La Brea Ave.
I've been going through some shit lately and no matter what, when I drive past, it cheers me up, makes my eyes water up a little, and calms me down. In the middle of traffic it takes me from stressing about one thing or another to stop and think. Reminding me that through every struggle and circumstance, you grow. At times when you're soo low, even though subconsciously you know it, it's hard to see there's a potential light at the end of this dingy dark tunnel.
In the middle of the smut, the filth, and sin on the streets of Los Angeles, some person probably took a couple cans of paint, and an hour or two, to create this beautiful imperfect, mural of words, uknowingly affecting myself and most likely many many other. And I thank them, for reminding me that Life is indeed very beautiful. Life is art. Without all of the imperfections, you wouldn't be appreciate the beauty.
I encourage more powerful and enlightening words to be spread through the many corrupt streets, wish it upon any city, any town, any building. This is what I call art. Art to me, isn't a picture, or a painting, it is something that has been created by a pair of hands, and provides the capability to make others feel it. To me art is a feeling. which can be felt through craft.
Unfortunately, I am always on the opposite side of the street and haven't been at a good angle to capture a photo. I thank computer god's for google, because I was able to find a photo of it, and now am able to share it with you all.
Now, it has been painted all red, and has a paintings of Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, and Barrack Obama staring you down, reminding you that history is still in the making, as you cruise down La Brea Ave.
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