http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=774mOmdKtZM
blood bank by bon iver
if you've never listened to bon iver, they are my favorite band of all time.
I would definitely recommend reading the story behind their first album for emma forever ago and justin vernon's cabin venture and also listening to their blood bank ep, beautiful creativity.
what makes their music so awesome is that you get lost in it rather than the drama or the creation... beautiful sonorities and waves.... just get lost in it :)
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
DCI Tour
SO this weekend i went on my first drum corps international your with platinum. After lots and lots of fun sunburn running and fixing drill and music and performing shows, we ended up scoring a 60.85 on sunday night, a really great score considering we were first year with only 31 people (LAWL!)
there was lots of surrounding the corps concerning a staff member and our exec. dir. but other than that and scoring low the first two night, it was insanely fun.
I saw new york for the first time, definitely a magical experience. The traffic is no doubt all that its cut out to be but when you have as fun of a driver in the van as we did mixed with an interesting combination of sordid perverted and burnt humor, its worth the trip.
we the drumline along with a few staff members enjoyed spending time calling one staff member who is inadvertently a total ass "douche bag" throughout the whole weekend. He is definitely a know it all arrogant pompous ass, but we didnt let it slide, no worries. It basically started all in all when we were in york for the first time. he was trying to give us driving advice when a 60+ year old man driving a taxi van counting his money on the steering wheel cut him off. According to travis, "Dayum cuzzz, you jus got shat on, you jus embaressed platinum in new york mannnn." classic stuff.
Another part i enjoyed was the constant use of the terms "thas sum baby back," "Oh sh&*, the mutha fu&*^& fuzz is out," "Platinum, B&*^$!" and most of all, "PLATOWWW!!!!"
oh, and last but not least, the multiple signs we stole from different restuarants that refused to serve us after 11. HAHA.
The second housing site was really cool. and at the same time really weird. There was an oldschool fallout shelter in one of the buildings that i wanted to go see from the 1950s during the cold war era and what not, and also had for showers (i kid you not) a big ass room with two pillars in them. But i found out quick that its not so awkward if there arent any homos in the room. no offence to my heteroflexible friends.
long story short, it was without a doubt the funnest, funniest, and probably painful and tiring trip ive ever been on. But hey, getting lost several times and ending up taking 15+ hoursto get back home on a 9 hour trip is sometimes worth it just for the laughs.
there was lots of surrounding the corps concerning a staff member and our exec. dir. but other than that and scoring low the first two night, it was insanely fun.
I saw new york for the first time, definitely a magical experience. The traffic is no doubt all that its cut out to be but when you have as fun of a driver in the van as we did mixed with an interesting combination of sordid perverted and burnt humor, its worth the trip.
we the drumline along with a few staff members enjoyed spending time calling one staff member who is inadvertently a total ass "douche bag" throughout the whole weekend. He is definitely a know it all arrogant pompous ass, but we didnt let it slide, no worries. It basically started all in all when we were in york for the first time. he was trying to give us driving advice when a 60+ year old man driving a taxi van counting his money on the steering wheel cut him off. According to travis, "Dayum cuzzz, you jus got shat on, you jus embaressed platinum in new york mannnn." classic stuff.
Another part i enjoyed was the constant use of the terms "thas sum baby back," "Oh sh&*, the mutha fu&*^& fuzz is out," "Platinum, B&*^$!" and most of all, "PLATOWWW!!!!"
oh, and last but not least, the multiple signs we stole from different restuarants that refused to serve us after 11. HAHA.
The second housing site was really cool. and at the same time really weird. There was an oldschool fallout shelter in one of the buildings that i wanted to go see from the 1950s during the cold war era and what not, and also had for showers (i kid you not) a big ass room with two pillars in them. But i found out quick that its not so awkward if there arent any homos in the room. no offence to my heteroflexible friends.
long story short, it was without a doubt the funnest, funniest, and probably painful and tiring trip ive ever been on. But hey, getting lost several times and ending up taking 15+ hoursto get back home on a 9 hour trip is sometimes worth it just for the laughs.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
ah, the wonderful world of blogging
so it begins. my blog.
never considered myself a blogger. Never thought i'd be one. I have a journal, sure. But i feel sharing my thoughts with a place like the internet... anyone willing to read, it seems a little sefish but it'll probably be easier in the long run. Especially typing. Typing is easier than writing by far. Erasing and correcting is easier. . .
Anyways, my deciding to start a blog came with the task of choosing a title that was short, sweet, and deep, but perfectly representative and able to capture the point of my thoughts. I knew i wanted something french so I fiddled around with phrases, mainly things about dreams, as i find that i will probably be talking about my dreams quite a bit. after using google translate (because i have no idea how to speak the language of love) for a while with little phrases and into french. I finally decided on "charniers", the french term for "mass graves."
I picked it because one, it was cool sounding, and two, i feel like people in today are constantly over looked as mass graves, Including myself. It doesn't matter who overlooks you, the fact of the matter is you are overlooked whether you like it or not. You are thought of as just another person, a mass grave, a scapegoat. Maybe my thoughts will open people eyes to the false nature of such thoughts. but, that's a little too deep, i'll just stick with it, and see how it works out.
never considered myself a blogger. Never thought i'd be one. I have a journal, sure. But i feel sharing my thoughts with a place like the internet... anyone willing to read, it seems a little sefish but it'll probably be easier in the long run. Especially typing. Typing is easier than writing by far. Erasing and correcting is easier. . .
Anyways, my deciding to start a blog came with the task of choosing a title that was short, sweet, and deep, but perfectly representative and able to capture the point of my thoughts. I knew i wanted something french so I fiddled around with phrases, mainly things about dreams, as i find that i will probably be talking about my dreams quite a bit. after using google translate (because i have no idea how to speak the language of love) for a while with little phrases and into french. I finally decided on "charniers", the french term for "mass graves."
I picked it because one, it was cool sounding, and two, i feel like people in today are constantly over looked as mass graves, Including myself. It doesn't matter who overlooks you, the fact of the matter is you are overlooked whether you like it or not. You are thought of as just another person, a mass grave, a scapegoat. Maybe my thoughts will open people eyes to the false nature of such thoughts. but, that's a little too deep, i'll just stick with it, and see how it works out.
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