A few things...
The Evens Show.
Music as a whole.
Ramones - End of the Century.
Sleep.
Oddness.
The Evens Show
Was fucking amazing. Small place, maybe about 100 or so people. Ian and Amy came out and sat down, then Ian mentioned something about "hoping we didn't get too lost".. which, I did. It's funny cause I have been to shows ALL over the country and this is the first time I have ever been lost. 45 minutes from where I live. Sad huh. Anyway, Ian was very chatty throughout the show, telling stories about the songs and what not. Very political vibe throughout the show. I brought my camera and pretty much went where I wanted with no one really saying anything. In front of the stage, on the stage, behind Amy... I grabbed some good, although noisy shots. I was at ISO 1600 barely lucky to get f/2.8 @ 25 secs. There where two lights, as you will see in the pic below. One on each side of the stage, and a huge white wall behind and to the sides, which made for horrible contrast. All shots were converted to BW due to lack of contrast. I spoke with Ian after the show, and he asked for some of the pics, so I picked out 10 to send to the Dischord site. Hopefully when they play Ft Reno I can get some great color stuff. Ian was very gracious throughout the show, and it would be an understatement for me to say he has been a huge influence in my life. Between Minor Threat, Fugazi, and now The Evens... he has never ceased to amaze me. Even with the fact that most of the stuff that amazes me was made before I even knew what music really was. But, for the last 10 or so years anyway.
Music as a whole...
I realized, the other day, while standing in that crowd, while looking at the other people, while watching the band... and doing the same at the Social D show last weekend, that music is the only thing that truely makes me happy. Other things bring me happiness, true... but those things can also bring me frustration. Music... never ceases to make me feel whole, complete, and happy. All the things I can never seem to say, or can never find the words to express what I think... there's a song for it. It truely is the perfect medicine, the perfect drug.
The Ramones...
I watched the End of the Century documentry last night... and for the first time in well over 2 years... there was a tear in my eye, and a true feeling of sadness. It just fucking killed me at the end when Joey died, and Johnny was talking about how he didn't feel bad for not making amends. It amazes me how much fucking anger and resentment can be between two people, over Linda, over.. a woman.
I also didn't know that "The KKK Took My Baby Away" was written by Joey, about Johnny. Which.. is oddly ironic... because since the last Ramones show in 1996, Johnny only played in front of people 1 time. It was at a Pearl Jam show in LA. He came out and played... "The KKK....". I wonder why of all songs, that one? I mean.. it's an amazing song. It made me sad..sad...sad...
Sleep.
Today, the 19th, marks 2 things... 1, 1 months since I left Iraq, and 2, the last time I slept a full night. It has really gotten bad lately, and I am sleeping in 1 to 2 hour spurts, and waking up 3 or 4 times a night. I don't know what the fuck to do any more. As a result, I feel sick as fuck today. I have some Ambien and a bottle of Nyquil, so hopefully that will help tonight. I really really don't want to take meds... but a month? It's out of hand.
The odd thing, is that I feel very happy, and content with my life. But something isn't right.
Oddness.
This is the last thing I have to say today. I feel so fucking odd it is insane. I was standing there Wed night, after the Evens show, and this girl, very cute, comes up to me to tell me she liked the barcode tat on my arm. I, being the awkward bafoon that I am, just mumble and yeah... looked like an ass. What the fuck is my problem? I have to try and at least make an effort to communicate with people. Oh well.
/feeling like Henry Rollins, in any of his books.
//i'm not, afraid of life - ramones.
The Evens Show.
Music as a whole.
Ramones - End of the Century.
Sleep.
Oddness.
The Evens Show
Was fucking amazing. Small place, maybe about 100 or so people. Ian and Amy came out and sat down, then Ian mentioned something about "hoping we didn't get too lost".. which, I did. It's funny cause I have been to shows ALL over the country and this is the first time I have ever been lost. 45 minutes from where I live. Sad huh. Anyway, Ian was very chatty throughout the show, telling stories about the songs and what not. Very political vibe throughout the show. I brought my camera and pretty much went where I wanted with no one really saying anything. In front of the stage, on the stage, behind Amy... I grabbed some good, although noisy shots. I was at ISO 1600 barely lucky to get f/2.8 @ 25 secs. There where two lights, as you will see in the pic below. One on each side of the stage, and a huge white wall behind and to the sides, which made for horrible contrast. All shots were converted to BW due to lack of contrast. I spoke with Ian after the show, and he asked for some of the pics, so I picked out 10 to send to the Dischord site. Hopefully when they play Ft Reno I can get some great color stuff. Ian was very gracious throughout the show, and it would be an understatement for me to say he has been a huge influence in my life. Between Minor Threat, Fugazi, and now The Evens... he has never ceased to amaze me. Even with the fact that most of the stuff that amazes me was made before I even knew what music really was. But, for the last 10 or so years anyway.
Music as a whole...
I realized, the other day, while standing in that crowd, while looking at the other people, while watching the band... and doing the same at the Social D show last weekend, that music is the only thing that truely makes me happy. Other things bring me happiness, true... but those things can also bring me frustration. Music... never ceases to make me feel whole, complete, and happy. All the things I can never seem to say, or can never find the words to express what I think... there's a song for it. It truely is the perfect medicine, the perfect drug.
The Ramones...
I watched the End of the Century documentry last night... and for the first time in well over 2 years... there was a tear in my eye, and a true feeling of sadness. It just fucking killed me at the end when Joey died, and Johnny was talking about how he didn't feel bad for not making amends. It amazes me how much fucking anger and resentment can be between two people, over Linda, over.. a woman.
I also didn't know that "The KKK Took My Baby Away" was written by Joey, about Johnny. Which.. is oddly ironic... because since the last Ramones show in 1996, Johnny only played in front of people 1 time. It was at a Pearl Jam show in LA. He came out and played... "The KKK....". I wonder why of all songs, that one? I mean.. it's an amazing song. It made me sad..sad...sad...
Sleep.
Today, the 19th, marks 2 things... 1, 1 months since I left Iraq, and 2, the last time I slept a full night. It has really gotten bad lately, and I am sleeping in 1 to 2 hour spurts, and waking up 3 or 4 times a night. I don't know what the fuck to do any more. As a result, I feel sick as fuck today. I have some Ambien and a bottle of Nyquil, so hopefully that will help tonight. I really really don't want to take meds... but a month? It's out of hand.
The odd thing, is that I feel very happy, and content with my life. But something isn't right.
Oddness.
This is the last thing I have to say today. I feel so fucking odd it is insane. I was standing there Wed night, after the Evens show, and this girl, very cute, comes up to me to tell me she liked the barcode tat on my arm. I, being the awkward bafoon that I am, just mumble and yeah... looked like an ass. What the fuck is my problem? I have to try and at least make an effort to communicate with people. Oh well.
/feeling like Henry Rollins, in any of his books.
//i'm not, afraid of life - ramones.
Or - try to follow the same pattern EVERY night - train yourself to sleep. It worked for me for along time
You have to be patient with either of those, tho, neither is a quick fix.
Didn't know that about the ramones - huh.
AFA the girl thing? yaknow, I'm twice your age and I STILL get all fumble-mouthed whena pretty girl says something nice to me.
I have to pause for a second, get my bearings, figure out what to say (usually starting with thanks) and then say it, slowly
I'm usually sorta ok after that