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In the past 2 months, I:
got over 200 bug bites
made out with a stranger
taught a 38 year old man how to hula hoop
learned how to play the digeridoo
almost had an orgasm in public (live music--it was that good)
almost had an orgasm in front of a coworker in public (...it was THAT GOOD)
invested in my first digital camera
single handedly built a lean to out of rebar and PVC in a public school yard
reached the point when I can finally touch my toes
danced in the rain
developed a stalker
drove 30 hours in a cargo van with no rearview mirror
slept in the back of that damn van for a week
cut and unknotted all but 5 dreadlocks
turned 21 in Tennessee
had my first rusty nail
was approved for a half price ticket to burning man
cleaned up and rode the bike I got for my 12th birthday
went roller skating for the first time in 8 years
had my car break down right off a major intersection during Philly rush hour
I'd say this summer has been pretty jam packed with craziness.
AND IT'S ABOUT TO GET A LOT CRAZIER.
This summer is going to go out with a bang, burn and crash.
got over 200 bug bites
made out with a stranger
taught a 38 year old man how to hula hoop
learned how to play the digeridoo
almost had an orgasm in public (live music--it was that good)
almost had an orgasm in front of a coworker in public (...it was THAT GOOD)
invested in my first digital camera
single handedly built a lean to out of rebar and PVC in a public school yard
reached the point when I can finally touch my toes
danced in the rain
developed a stalker
drove 30 hours in a cargo van with no rearview mirror
slept in the back of that damn van for a week
cut and unknotted all but 5 dreadlocks
turned 21 in Tennessee
had my first rusty nail
was approved for a half price ticket to burning man
cleaned up and rode the bike I got for my 12th birthday
went roller skating for the first time in 8 years
had my car break down right off a major intersection during Philly rush hour
I'd say this summer has been pretty jam packed with craziness.
AND IT'S ABOUT TO GET A LOT CRAZIER.
This summer is going to go out with a bang, burn and crash.
Bonnaroo...
30 hours on the road total in a big ass cargo van full of a thousand T-shirts and other various items for sale, best friend in the passenger seat and a dude with MS laying flat on the ceiling high merch.
loaded up, unloaded, set up, tore down, loaded up again. fucking drove. Heavy lifting, sweating my ass off, and making sure no one stole shit filled the majority of the 90 degree days.
My Morning Jacket was worth the entire trip down south...the heat, the dirt, the shit stained toilet seats, the sweat drenched clothes, the bickering, the rain that poured into our booth & ruined some of our tie dyes, the physical strain, the sleep deprivation, the chaos that ensued and hovered over our heads constantly.
If you've ever experienced music that made you want to claw your fucking face off because it was so good, you know what the hell I mean. I stayed for half the show, and I almost went into a coma. I chugged some wine, and pushed my way to center stage, and my brain almost exploded when the music started. I was dancing beside a guy who looked how I felt...a fucking kid in a candy store. All I could do was scream and jump up and down. I wasn't in control anymore, I had no idea how to contain myself, nor did I want to at all. A song would start, and this is how it went--we went ape shit. Jaws would drop, we put our hands on our cheeks, bend @ the knees like someone kicked us in the stomach, and look @ each other like "ohhhhhhhhhh SHIT!!!!" Didn't even know the dude's name, didn't speak a word, didn't need an introduction. It was perfect. I almost had an orgasm on the spot. Every hair on my body must have been standing straight up. Some girl was staring @ me with a genuinely fearful look in her eyes, like I was insane, and I was. I was totally out of my fucking mind.
It's definately safe to say that it was the best show I've ever seen. They stole Bonnaroo. After this, they are going to explode on the scene. They are going to get so huge it's not even funny. It's already happening. So glad I got to see that stage in their musical journey.
Got back to the tent, brain mangled and mushy, mouth not working, basic motor skills frayed. Passed the fuck out to their 2nd set echoing across the hills.
30 hours on the road total in a big ass cargo van full of a thousand T-shirts and other various items for sale, best friend in the passenger seat and a dude with MS laying flat on the ceiling high merch.
loaded up, unloaded, set up, tore down, loaded up again. fucking drove. Heavy lifting, sweating my ass off, and making sure no one stole shit filled the majority of the 90 degree days.
My Morning Jacket was worth the entire trip down south...the heat, the dirt, the shit stained toilet seats, the sweat drenched clothes, the bickering, the rain that poured into our booth & ruined some of our tie dyes, the physical strain, the sleep deprivation, the chaos that ensued and hovered over our heads constantly.
If you've ever experienced music that made you want to claw your fucking face off because it was so good, you know what the hell I mean. I stayed for half the show, and I almost went into a coma. I chugged some wine, and pushed my way to center stage, and my brain almost exploded when the music started. I was dancing beside a guy who looked how I felt...a fucking kid in a candy store. All I could do was scream and jump up and down. I wasn't in control anymore, I had no idea how to contain myself, nor did I want to at all. A song would start, and this is how it went--we went ape shit. Jaws would drop, we put our hands on our cheeks, bend @ the knees like someone kicked us in the stomach, and look @ each other like "ohhhhhhhhhh SHIT!!!!" Didn't even know the dude's name, didn't speak a word, didn't need an introduction. It was perfect. I almost had an orgasm on the spot. Every hair on my body must have been standing straight up. Some girl was staring @ me with a genuinely fearful look in her eyes, like I was insane, and I was. I was totally out of my fucking mind.
It's definately safe to say that it was the best show I've ever seen. They stole Bonnaroo. After this, they are going to explode on the scene. They are going to get so huge it's not even funny. It's already happening. So glad I got to see that stage in their musical journey.
Got back to the tent, brain mangled and mushy, mouth not working, basic motor skills frayed. Passed the fuck out to their 2nd set echoing across the hills.
11:00 am.
Gray sky, and the air thick with the usual,
Sunday sedation.
Hissing past cars on wet wheels, I-95.
The church folks are about to make the mad dash to Denny's, or Starbucks. Or maybe home, to their astro turf and Golden Retrievers.
Round faces, white socks, televisions aglow.
A piece of happiness keeps me company--
A platinum bucket exploding with grass, lightly bouncing in the passenger seat, blades shivering on the bumpy ride to my part time job.
I wear my darkest pair of shades like a curtain...I would only show these eyes to a few today.
Music pushing into my ears at full volume, drowning out my Sunday thoughts.
I hear the light rustling, look over,
and can't help the smile that slowly makes it's way across my face.
Grown because someone cares about what I love.
I pull into the parking lot,
the wild green stalks shake excitedly, vibrant
as if trying to tell me something vital.
The smile sinks deep into my mind,
I step out of the car, cool air fills my nose,
Everything is perfect.
Gray sky, and the air thick with the usual,
Sunday sedation.
Hissing past cars on wet wheels, I-95.
The church folks are about to make the mad dash to Denny's, or Starbucks. Or maybe home, to their astro turf and Golden Retrievers.
Round faces, white socks, televisions aglow.
A piece of happiness keeps me company--
A platinum bucket exploding with grass, lightly bouncing in the passenger seat, blades shivering on the bumpy ride to my part time job.
I wear my darkest pair of shades like a curtain...I would only show these eyes to a few today.
Music pushing into my ears at full volume, drowning out my Sunday thoughts.
I hear the light rustling, look over,
and can't help the smile that slowly makes it's way across my face.
Grown because someone cares about what I love.
I pull into the parking lot,
the wild green stalks shake excitedly, vibrant
as if trying to tell me something vital.
The smile sinks deep into my mind,
I step out of the car, cool air fills my nose,
Everything is perfect.
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