Do you think there comes a point where playing games is OK? Sometimes I think it's fun, but usually after a week or two my heart gets tired, my brain runs out of ideas, and I just give in. I wouldn't want anyone playing with my heart, so I don't play with theirs (intentionally), even if they don't deserve that kind of consideration. I always talk myself out of bad things, but not before I've dipped my toes in the water to test it out. Why do I always take the chances that hurt me while the safer opportunities go untouched?
Sometimes I step back and analyze the way my life has taken shape so far and I can't help but wonder if I play little to no role in the decisions I'm supposedly making. I don't think I ever truly think things through. How did I get to California and get a full time job? I barely thought about that decision before I said yes. What is it in me that makes these decisions for me, knowing that even if it's not easy, it will always turn out OK? And WHY can't I apply it to all aspects of my life? WHY can't I pass it onto someone else when they need it? WHY can't I ever make a simple decision on my own using logic instead of honestly thinking, "my first instinct was to go with a burger for dinner instead of italian, so I think it's destiny telling me to eat this Whopper..."
San Francisco was the best. I spent the day with Nate and the band, wandering around and drinking for free and checking out all the different types of creatures that come out of the woodwork for the festival scene. (Exhibits un and deux: a chick with a tail, and some lady walking around with a duck on a leash...sidenote: ducks don't like being on leashes)
Sometimes I step back and analyze the way my life has taken shape so far and I can't help but wonder if I play little to no role in the decisions I'm supposedly making. I don't think I ever truly think things through. How did I get to California and get a full time job? I barely thought about that decision before I said yes. What is it in me that makes these decisions for me, knowing that even if it's not easy, it will always turn out OK? And WHY can't I apply it to all aspects of my life? WHY can't I pass it onto someone else when they need it? WHY can't I ever make a simple decision on my own using logic instead of honestly thinking, "my first instinct was to go with a burger for dinner instead of italian, so I think it's destiny telling me to eat this Whopper..."
San Francisco was the best. I spent the day with Nate and the band, wandering around and drinking for free and checking out all the different types of creatures that come out of the woodwork for the festival scene. (Exhibits un and deux: a chick with a tail, and some lady walking around with a duck on a leash...sidenote: ducks don't like being on leashes)
We had on artists passes so we pretty much had free reign the whole day and night, hence the backstage shot I got from the Wilco set (yyyyyeeesssssss...I'm too lazy to post all my pictures, they're all up here). Considering it was the first one of its kind, it was pretty well organized, and very colorful 
(exhibit trois: the booze tent in the artists area). Grace and the boys played an amazing set. I can't believe almost 9 fricken months has gone by since the last time I saw them play. What have I been doing with my life...? Not having the kind of fun I want to, that's for sure. It was a pretty good turnout. Someone said that there were about 8000 people there for the GPN set, which was their biggest festival turnout ever. Every time I see them live there are more people dancing. This was a really great crowd: really responsive and happy. And REALLY on-key. They sang part of a song back to Grace at one point and it was like a real chorus. I love when random shit sends chills up your spine. ALSO! Standing right next to me for the earlier portion of the set was a man in a Franklinville Panthers shirt! What are the odds of that? He went to Franklinville but graduated way earlier than I did. Not the point! It made me feel like San Francisco was a Good Place To Be. Bobby, the new tour manager, is HILARIOUS and so much fun to be around. And what better way to spend the day than exploring a city you've ALWAYS wanted to go to with one of your favorite bands? Life is awfully good to me sometimes.
All the time, actually. My red-eye flight back to the woods leaves tomorrow night. Cannot wait to throw my arms around my best friend and my parents...and snuggle with my kitty...and dance...and breathe Franklinville in again in general =)
(exhibit trois: the booze tent in the artists area). Grace and the boys played an amazing set. I can't believe almost 9 fricken months has gone by since the last time I saw them play. What have I been doing with my life...? Not having the kind of fun I want to, that's for sure. It was a pretty good turnout. Someone said that there were about 8000 people there for the GPN set, which was their biggest festival turnout ever. Every time I see them live there are more people dancing. This was a really great crowd: really responsive and happy. And REALLY on-key. They sang part of a song back to Grace at one point and it was like a real chorus. I love when random shit sends chills up your spine. ALSO! Standing right next to me for the earlier portion of the set was a man in a Franklinville Panthers shirt! What are the odds of that? He went to Franklinville but graduated way earlier than I did. Not the point! It made me feel like San Francisco was a Good Place To Be. Bobby, the new tour manager, is HILARIOUS and so much fun to be around. And what better way to spend the day than exploring a city you've ALWAYS wanted to go to with one of your favorite bands? Life is awfully good to me sometimes.All the time, actually. My red-eye flight back to the woods leaves tomorrow night. Cannot wait to throw my arms around my best friend and my parents...and snuggle with my kitty...and dance...and breathe Franklinville in again in general =)
