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[Sunday
November 6th, 2005] |
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"When you're happy, you're one of the best things on Earth. And I still love you. But I can't handle my shit and your shit at the same time. So I'm breaking up with you until you get some help, because you're going to drag me under with you. You can talk to your mom tonight, you can talk to your dad this week, you can talk to your mom the week after that, and as soon as you do I'll be right there with you, but...I still love you. I'm just not your girlfriend anymore."
Well, it's done. I hope it was the right choice. I just don't want him to end up the way I did.
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[Sunday
November 6th, 2005] |
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I am intensily frustrated right now...I was trying to get all my school stuff in order again, only to find that I bought the wrong type of notebooks. Fuck you, wide rule! I don't want you!
I'm ready to burn all my school papers. Being a good student is a lot fucking harder then anticipated. Yes, I'll burn all my schools stuff and become a roadie. Or a journalist, like in Almost Famous. Jarvis won't come with me, he's already said rather pointedly that he wouldn't want to be a roadie. I'll have to leave him at home. I'll probally leave all at you at home, although I'll still email Sarah, if nothing else. Please tell Jarvis that I'm not leaving him, I'm leaving being Lucy Amanda Moore, tall caucasian upper/middle class girl, smart but not applicable, full stupid thoughts and ambitions. I'll be a pretty good roadie, I think. I can learn how to drive and be the designated driver for some currently tiny band that'll grow and grow until they're brilliantly famous. Famous in a Flaming Lips kind of way; I hope you know what I mean. I won't have an easy time of things, that's for sure, all trashed apartments and filthy sex. I can do it, tho. Jarvis will get bitterly angry and depressed and withdraw into himself, writing songs late at night when he can't sleep. He'll meet some dark-haired girl who doesn't mind that he's sad all the time; in fact, it turns her on. He'll form a band and get more and more famous, also in a Flaming Lips kind of way. Get more and more goth because he knew I didn't like it that much, grow his hair out past his knees and then shave himself bald. Bruse and cut himself on stage. And, years and years from now, I'll see him from across a field, backstage at a festival, all black and swooping, that same dark-haired girl on his arm, and I'll know, somehow, that he remembers me, and so I go back to the tent without saying anything.
I've been reading too much Nick Hornby.
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[Saturday
November 5th, 2005] |
"In Pembroke city, when I was young,
I lived by the castle keep.
And 25 pennies was all I earned,
for my work as a chimbley sweep."
Download!
What kind of freak writes a whole other verse just for concerts? Seriously.
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[Saturday
November 5th, 2005] |
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"She's a salty little pisser, with your cock in her kisser,
But now she's a will of her own."
- "The Tain," The Decemberists
For those who've been keeping track, I've seen three different headlining bands live. And, although this may seem unbelievable to of you, for sheer overall quality, I prefer The Decemberists to Muse or Franz Ferdinand. Of course, I'm a little spoiled when it comes to them, as I'm from their hometown and I imagine that they give their best shows here. For Muse and Franz, I am the definition of "Just another stop on the tour." Not that those wern't fantastic, but The Decemberists were, I thought, truely overjoyed to be here, and it showed.
I won't type everything out, since they're making a fucking DVD from the concert, but I'll try to explain what makes them so fantastic.
Colin Meloy is amazing. Just...amazing. He had this ridiculous red and white vertically striped blazer on. He makes the best facial experssions ever. For example, at one point the keyboardist (Jenny, for future reference) was supposed to toss him a tamborine, but it turned and went into the second row. Colin turned, clambored over the speaker, and held out his arms with a facial expession that said "I am so happy that you caught the tamborine! It seems very exciting to me! Pass the tamborine to me now, please, I want to be that exciting too!" Course, this was enhnanced by the pick in his mouth, but still. (Jenny later confesed that she was embaressed with her poor tamborine-throwing skills.)
Also, Colin Meloy is the biggest damn ham I have ever seen. EVER. He is also one of the most entertaining drummers ever, just because he makes it so theatrical. Actually, I think John Moer might be a bigger ham. Jesus Christ! It's hard for a drummer to keep trying to be the center of attention, but he managed it. Sweet melodica solo. Chris Funk also demanded attention, but in more an understaded way, where you'd be watching Colin and then glance back at Chris and he's got his coard wrapped 'round his neck, pretending to strangle himself. You go "Fuck, how long has he been doing that? What did I miss?"
The theatrics in that band are amazing. I can't really explain it easily, so I'll have to give an example.
They came back for an encore, and after talking a bit ("I'd like to sing a song about my childhood...No, I wasn't born in Montana! That's the popular myth; this is the truth.") and singing another verse I'd heard about but didn't remember, they started in on Chimbly sweep. Frenzy, right? FRENZY! (It should be noted that while we were crowded, it was nothing compared to the Franz show. It was a closeness, not really all that squished, and there was a distinct friendliness to it.) There's a short instrumental break in the song, and at that poing things just went to CRAZY. The singer from the opening band (who were all old and fantastic, by the way) came out and started playing with Chris. Colin ran back and took the drums from John. Jenny picked up a tamborine and started wandering around, Nate (bassist) put his bass down and went over to play keyboards, John picked up Colin's guitar. After a moment, Jenny put the tamborine down and went to play the glockanshpeal that Chris had set up on the side. Continue. Jenny stops playing to goes over and Chris to say something. He takes off his guitar and dances with her around the stage. They had the most fantastic dancing ever. She goes over to John and dances with him for a while, but the coard is in the way. Eventually, they all slowly go switch back to their proper instruments. Colin's the last one back to normal, he doesn't put his guitar back on and goes to the front of the stage. Colin tells us to shush.
(pause to breath)
He turnes around and "shoots" Chris with his hand. Chris falls down dead. Then he shoots Nate, who falls down. Petra (violinist and backup singer) falls down dead. Jenny falls down dead. He shoots John, but he just plays harder (Damn ham!) and has to be shot again. Colin turns back and shushes us some more. "Ssshh...shhh....They're sleeping." We all grow quiet. He gestures in a downward motion with his hands once and we all sit down on the floor of the theater. Quietly, he goes over and puts his guitar back on. Just about when he's at the mike again, Petra "wakes up" (yawning of course) and they sing a very brief little part. We come roaring up at exactly the right time, and it is glorious. I'm listening to "Chimbly Sweep" right now, but I can't get it loud enough.
Oh! Also, Colin played one song by himself - a cover of "Every day is like Sunday." Before he started, he had us do some mid-show exercises. "Let's do some standard rock show squats. Down...and up. Down...and up. Now put your hands in the air...and wave them like you just don't care...Get all that bad energy out...Good, that's very good."
In short, I love them and can't wait until they start touring again.
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[Thursday
November 3rd, 2005] |
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Just in case anyone doesn't yet have This Is The Night, here it is. I hate Harry Potter, but my love of Jarvis Cocker overrides it.
I think my favorite internet term is wangst, closely beating out adding "-gasm" onto the ends of words. I also agree that LOL is only funny if you're using it in real life and you actually pronounce it. I do that too much.
A girl next to me in English today said she went to the Franz show...but just to see Cut Copy. And then she left. How odd, I mean, Cut Copy were cute and pretty good, although I'm speaking outside my range here, but not to see Franz? Ugh! Waste of a ticket.
I still have a red dot on my fingernail from where I punctured it with a safety pin. Oww.
I still don't know how to play Canasta.
This entry is boring. GRAHAM AND DAVE AND A PUPPY!
YES.
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[Thursday
November 3rd, 2005] |
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( Meme stolen from Sarah )
Nothing much interesting. Today. Yeah. I'm a little stressed. So what.
I need to make an IndieTits icon.
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[Wednesday
November 2nd, 2005] |
I like how you can tell if someone is into slash just by looking at what communities they're in.
Mmm.
Saves from having to ask awkward questions.
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[Wednesday
November 2nd, 2005] |
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We had nothing to talk about on the phone, so I asked Jarvis to tell him a story from when he was little. It took him about ten minutes to think of a story, and this is what he came up with:
"When I was in, like, third or fourth grade we were doing stuff with, you know, temperature and measurements and stuff and I was sick one day and that was the day we were making, um, thermometers out of paper and I thought I was going to miss it so I cried and then I found out that, um, they didn't actually do it and I was really embaressed."
What the fuck?
Also, he was imaginary friends with Mr. Owl from Winne the Pooh. No other character. JUST Mr. Owl. What?
I had a story too:
"Sixth grade we had to write things up on what are futures were going to be, right? Really far in the future? Not just a few years, you know. So I was eighty and going to Mars and I only had one leg. Because I lost one in a riot. Yeah."
I like my story.
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[Wednesday
November 2nd, 2005] |
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Does anyone have any video clips of any musicians talking about file sharing and/or music downloading? I know Alex Kapranos AND Matt Bellamy are for it, but I can't find any actual footage....Help?
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[Tuesday
November 1st, 2005] |
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A quick (sad?) story:
Usually, when I'm showing people things that have to do with the Libertines, there is the inevitable question: "Are they a couple?" Or some variation thereof. I'm most likely to say "No," and leave it at that. Because, really, it's hard to say if they were are not, and "OH GOD I HOPE SO" doesn't go over well with some of my friends.
I watched part of the DVD with Carrie last night, and she turned to me and asked...
"...Are they in love?"
Saddest question ever, and she didn't even know it.
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[Tuesday
November 1st, 2005] |
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Fuuuuuuck.
It would appear all of Jarvis's CDs have been either lost or stolen. And he doesn't have them uploaded onto a computer.
Do I dare try to find Tool and A Perfect Circle and so forth? Am I that good of a girlfriend? I'm not sure.
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[Tuesday
November 1st, 2005] |
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Ahh, blank CDs, an addiction as crippling as cocaine. I now have fifty and they are LOVELY.
Ack! Ugh! Accidentally ate a purple spice drop. UGH. Nasty.
Am working on making a new CD folder from an old binder, plus am burning CDs to hard copy for me to keep dear to my heart. I've finished the front and the side, am making pages now, and have no idea what to do for the back. We'll see. Looks like I'll be making pages for some time now, tho. So that's good times.
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[Monday
October 31st, 2005] |
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I AM WAY TO OLD TO BE TRICK OR TREATING
Anyway, at school no one knew who I was. Few people even bothered to ask. Some didn't even realize I was in costume until they saw me with Jarvis (BOOOOOOBS).
Carrie rushed over to my house to borrow some wings for a costume and I ended up trick or treating with her, Melissa, and Carrie's one-armed exchange student from India. FUN! I sang almost the entire time, but since I had "Fabulously Lazy" stuck in my head, no one could sing along. Later I sang "Take Me Out," and Melissa, who was at the concert, said "Oh, that's, that's Franz Ferdinand!"
"Yes!" I shouted joyfully (ooh, that's rather poetic) "I want to bone Alex Kapranos!"
"I like the one that doesn't talk!"
I thought about this for a moment.
"You know," she elaborated, "He doesn't, doesn't talk? And he doesn't move around much?"
"Oh. Oh! Bob!"
Best description ever.
I have an assload of candy both from that and leftovers from my house. I am going to now have a party with myself and spam dirtyvirgins. Thank you.
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[Monday
October 31st, 2005] |
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FANTASTIC NEWS!
My experiment has shown Blur actually makes you a tiny bit smarter.
Let's celebrate with almost ridiculously adorable Blur!
Awww!
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[Monday
October 31st, 2005] |
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( Check US out! )
I managed to stab myself through the fingernail with a safety pin. OW. It hurt(s) like a bitch.
Thanks to Sarah for taking a picture. She and Sara were Franz franzies. If you want to see, go over to her journal at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) _artfuldodger and CHECK IT OUT.
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[Sunday
October 30th, 2005] |
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oh...
SOMEONE BRING A CAMERA TOMOROW SOMEONE BRING A CAMERA TOMORROW
Thank you.
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[Sunday
October 30th, 2005] |
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Wild times in Portland, going to cheap clothing stores and trying on boots 'n blazers. We also watched Quadrophenia, which feature tiny naked Phil Daniels. So bizzare.
I borrowed the Libertines DVD from Sarah...only to find that I don't have my DVD remote. FUCK! We watch DVDs so infrequently that it could seriously be anywhere. So all I can watch is the front menu page, although that does have the speaking version of this:
Unfortunatly, I can't speak Carl, so all I can make out is "Gobble, gobble, gobble..." (cover's Pere's head in jacket) "...turkeys..." (starts to pull jacket off) "...and the fat man of the house only gets fatter." And then he walked off and Pete puts his head down on the table and the camera stays on him, not moving, for what feels like an eternity. It's so fucking tragic. God.
( WTF, I'm doing a meme? The world's gone topsy-turvy! )
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[Sunday
October 30th, 2005] |
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Just to warn you Sarah, I look like I've just stepped out of OK Go. Two types of stripes? Don't mind if I do. Anyway, I'll bring a coat, in case we want to go out but I embaress you to pieces. I kinda like it.
Washing jeans. Washing washing washing washing.
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[Saturday
October 29th, 2005] |
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I have THE WORLD'S BIGGEST TIN OF SHORTBREAD at my house. It's a little over a foot long, a little over half a foot wide, and half a foot deep. Picture it. That's a whole lotta shortbread, and I'm still not sure where it came from.
Okay, okay, best drinking game ever. I dare someone to think of a better one then this. I didn't come up with it; it's apparently from Russia, and it's called "The Bear Is Coming." One person goes "Oh no, the bear is coming," and everyone gets under the table and drinks. And then the person says "The bear is gone," and everyone gets out from under the table. Imagine it. Go on. I dare you to think of a better one.
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[Saturday
October 29th, 2005] |
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Okay. Gaah.
It is far far far far too easy for me to tape my boobs down. FAR. If I turned sideways, there was no hint that I'd ever even had boobs, and when I put my hair under my hat, I looked like a very pretty boy. Very pretty. But still a boy.
Also, it's awkward to realize that if you were a boy, you'd be the type of boy you'd have the hots for.
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