Since my return from Sasquatch, I've continued to abuse my body (note: the eggshell on my forehead and massive bruises on my legs and knees) and neglect my daily duties outside of work.
For instance, I have yet to do laundry, so I've been wearing a combination of discarded clothes from the hall closet and jeans I just cut off into shorts each morning. I call it recycling. Come winter, I might have a different opinion.
My room is littered with a accumulation of dirty clothes and empty bottles. I'm starting to display similar characteristics to a frat boy.
My mother is getting married next weekend in Vegas. That gives me 1. an excuse to calm down this weekend and save money that I no longer even have & 2. rent an over-sized SUV that I otherwise never even consider getting behind the wheel of so my friends and I can trek down to Sin City and, well, get loaded. I do have one friend who is not attending the wedding with me, and it deeply saddens my heart to know she won't be there to share the joyous occasion of passing my mother off to some other poor soul to pamper her for the rest of her life.
Please remember I am a professional, and on a day-to-day basis, I can keep it in my pants, so to say.
I'm really stoked the Blackhawks are owning the Flyers right now, even though I would have much rather seen the Sharks there. Oh well, you can't have everything.
But now to wrap up and get to the point. Single time
This song comes off of an album release last year. Danish Group The Raveonettes haven't always struck a lasting chord with me, despite the name and reputation they've built for themselves (not to mention the countless grabs of one of the hottest women in rock by the lead singer)
It was the simplicity of this song that immediately caught my interest. Just a simple drum machine and a kick-back to goth-rock guitar, paired with her almost angelic voice, belting our lyrics about teenage suicide.
It's weird, but it works.
Watch/listen for yourself
Friday, June 11, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Sasquatch Wrap Up
If you've never been to the Gorge, the landscape on the drive there, once off the Interstate, resembles the drive from Fallon to Reno. Or anywhere in Nevada, really.
The campgrounds are the Burning Man of music festivals.
It feels like the Great Migration every time you walk from the campgrounds to the stages.
The Id-ing security guards are no match for Wayne and Garth and our path to $9 PBRs
Everyone from the Pacific Northwest knows each other, apparently.
People give a lot of mixed reactions when you say you're from Nevada. Most are either of confusion or bewilderment.
It's truly a crime to charge $12 for shitty Canadian beer
But it's not a crime to have a festival filled with great looking Canadians
Contra may be boring, but Vampire Weekend is still an amazing live act to see. Flawless in their playing and more fun than Googling disgusting phrases
EVERYTHING The National does is just fucking perfect
A tent with flashing lights, hundreds of sweaty kids, and called the Rumpus Room is a real rumpus
Cute boys on LSD might want to chat up your 15 year old sister. Don't let them
Fuck Wayne
A $13 pack of cigarettes should not be shared with anyone
If Pavement opens up for a band, you have a really good chance of getting to the front.
Massive Attack was mid blowing. And their backdrop couldn't have been more fascinating, especially when trying to read it while incredibly drunk
Your hair becomes a petri dish of funk when you don't shower for 4 days
Throwing up in port-a-potties is the worst thing ever. You'll just keep throwing up. Do it outside
You get a lot of fans when you camp next to the tee-pee people
MGMT is so far from what you'd expect live. And I, personally, appreciated it
Band of Horses stole the show, hands down
It's cool to see Neko Case in person
Dr. Dog isn't as folk-y live as recorded. Nothing wrong with it
My dancing skills are perfectly suited to Fruit Bats
The lead singer of Passion Pit looks just like Nathan and that's weird. But he sounds exactly like he does on the records when playing live.
Ween fans are crazy bastards. Now that's a group of people who know how to party.
The Columbia River background to the main stage looks so surreal, you could swear it's a painting.
Driving back was the worst, yet most satisfactory, experience of my life.
It really will take a few more days before I'm completely back to normal.
The campgrounds are the Burning Man of music festivals.
It feels like the Great Migration every time you walk from the campgrounds to the stages.
The Id-ing security guards are no match for Wayne and Garth and our path to $9 PBRs
Everyone from the Pacific Northwest knows each other, apparently.
People give a lot of mixed reactions when you say you're from Nevada. Most are either of confusion or bewilderment.
It's truly a crime to charge $12 for shitty Canadian beer
But it's not a crime to have a festival filled with great looking Canadians
Contra may be boring, but Vampire Weekend is still an amazing live act to see. Flawless in their playing and more fun than Googling disgusting phrases
EVERYTHING The National does is just fucking perfect
A tent with flashing lights, hundreds of sweaty kids, and called the Rumpus Room is a real rumpus
Cute boys on LSD might want to chat up your 15 year old sister. Don't let them
Fuck Wayne
A $13 pack of cigarettes should not be shared with anyone
If Pavement opens up for a band, you have a really good chance of getting to the front.
Massive Attack was mid blowing. And their backdrop couldn't have been more fascinating, especially when trying to read it while incredibly drunk
Your hair becomes a petri dish of funk when you don't shower for 4 days
Throwing up in port-a-potties is the worst thing ever. You'll just keep throwing up. Do it outside
You get a lot of fans when you camp next to the tee-pee people
MGMT is so far from what you'd expect live. And I, personally, appreciated it
Band of Horses stole the show, hands down
It's cool to see Neko Case in person
Dr. Dog isn't as folk-y live as recorded. Nothing wrong with it
My dancing skills are perfectly suited to Fruit Bats
The lead singer of Passion Pit looks just like Nathan and that's weird. But he sounds exactly like he does on the records when playing live.
Ween fans are crazy bastards. Now that's a group of people who know how to party.
The Columbia River background to the main stage looks so surreal, you could swear it's a painting.
Driving back was the worst, yet most satisfactory, experience of my life.
It really will take a few more days before I'm completely back to normal.
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