one of the loveliest places to catch a show in T.O. (“Massey hall” by Jay Morrison, member of the blogTO Flickr pool.)I have a date with Wilco at Massey Hall on October 15th!
I’m seeing them the tenth!
If you’re planning on chasing them around a bit and want to see the memphis show, you’ve got a place to crash. My girlfriend makes the best pallets in the world.
Haven’t posted on this or any other blog, for that matter, in quite a while. Things are actually going well these days, so there’s not much point in posting on a horribly depressing, self loathing webpage. But alas, I miss actually getting to write,and on the rare occasion have someone respond to it.
I found a girl that treats me right and loves me for what I am, dirty nails and all. I’m almost done writing everything for the new record. I have a new backup band. My sister just got out of rehab, I’m about to get a new apartment, and I’ve quit drinking so damn much. Life ain’t too bad.
Maybe I’ll keep posting on tumblr, maybe not. Regardless, I’m just glad to distance myself from DRA and his shitty masturbatory personal life. God love his music, and I’ll be chasing Whiskeytown around when the reunion happens next year, but I’ll be fucked if I’m getting caught up in that again.
Good night, tumbleeeees.
And while we’re on the subject of disappointment and anger, middle-class white kids who wear these get their legs cut off. It’s not a fashion statement, it’s a symbol of solidarity. Those same kids probably believe Hamas is a terrorist group. God fucking damn it.
I just want to forget that I ever went to the Memphis show last night. I want to remember the band for how much I loved them through their history, not for one night that ended so badly that I feel sick just thinking about it.
They played a great show, don’t get me wrong. I thought they sounded great. But for whatever fucking reason they decided to make Memphis the one night that they cut the set short, act completely unpersonable, and act like total dick heads on stage (with the exception of Neal, who waved and looked genuinely sorry as the band was walking off the stage). I don’t have the money to get to a whole lot of shows, and I literally didn’t eat for 2 days so I could make sure I had the money to get the tickets the day of the show. I waited and waited, I stood in that line, dealt with the shitty hipster crowd, paid 6 dollars a beer, and then get treated kind of crappy by my heroes.
Oh well. I’m sure posting this is ridiculous because it’ll just be blasted by people defending DRA. The point is I just wish they would forget that they’re charging 40 bucks a ticket, and they know that there’s at least a few kids in the crowd that are hanging on every fucking note you play, and that they’re not doing it for the drunk fuckers in the crowd.
Who cares.
Cacooned in your bed you’re feeling so lovely, waking up as people wind down, dreaming while others work, working while others dream. Sometimes walking the aisles, mopping and singing, I feel like a ghost, but the only ghost that people can look at and talk to. I stopped caring about people from high school seeing what I’ve become a while back. I’m perfectly fine.
Hahahahahahhahaha, I’m so sorry for laughing at this.lulz
I refuse to join the Twilight cult but from what I’ve heard, Edward is NOT romantic, he is a very controlling person and Bella thinks its romantic and goes along with whatever he says. I have no clue why any woman would find that desireable. Sounds like your ex (no offense to her) has bought into the same ideology …
Holy dog shit that’s funny.