it was their cd release show. they'd been promoting it like crazy. it paid off cause la grange was at capacity. we had to wait for people to leave one at time to be let in. it was all free including the cd . jokersdeck played beyond! they mixed their own stuff with some red hot chili peppers, hendrix, tom petty, and they closed the show with rage against the machine. during their break one of my top ten bands of all time, the replacements, played over the speakers. i danced all night. they said they play at that venue once a month, and i for sure will be back to see them play again!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
poetry night
ms. b from j's work invited us to poetry night at the jamaican restaurant. c came with and t met us there. now i can appreciate some words. i do love poetry, but i thought for sure i'd be bored listening that long. c and t assured me once they got going the time would fly. it did. i like being exposed to some culture: food, music, dancing, language, and new points of view.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
my nephew
red velvet cake
Sunday, January 17, 2010
displays
he wanted new clothes. he takes us to some store i've never been in. if i was by myself i would have walked in, than walked right out, but i stayed. there are ads of mountains on displays taunting me. the one even looks like southern utah. of course they have to be surrounded by texas t's and longhorn memorabilia. and what's up with the camel clothing sign that looks like a cigarette ad? when did the 80's sweater vest make a comeback?
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
artist map
there was a book, a map, an art project. i ripped the pages. i tore them up, and out. i was trying to create this artist map idea. i wanted lines of snow, but it didn't work. it wasn't working. i ruined it. i messed it up. i made a mistake. i should have left the book alone. i should have kept it closed, or the idea to myself. it felt undone and unfinished. i didn't think it was complete. meaning maybe i needed a new perspective, new eyes, a new point of view. i needed to rework it. look at it a new way, see and distance, or use different materials. i needed to let go of what i thought i wanted, and try something, see something, use something else, something new, something different.
this old guitar
they say this was her father's guitar. they found it in the old house, hung on a nail, in the wall. who knows for sure if it really belonged to my great grandfather, or if he actually played it? it's beyond repair. the guy at the guitar shop told me it would cost a fortune to try and fix. so i keep it like it is, to look at, a reminder, and a connection.
strawberry shortcake
when i was little we moved to the first town i ever hated. the best thing that came out of that was i got to know my grandparents. my grandpa would use my strawberry shortcake lunch box to carry his lunch in. it was cute when he'd pull out the thermos.
i had a strawberry shortcake coloring book that my grandma copied pages from and created these paintings. hers is the blonde. many moons later, i found the other unfinished and completed it when she was sick. she probably smiled when i told her that she did indeed create things just like her mother before her. i keep both paintings in my kitchen, side by side.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
roller world
it was time to go skating/blading (whatever you call it).
parliament's flashlight played.
michael jackson insisted billie jean wasn't his lover (we know that was probably true).
barbie girl made me want to hurl. ashlee simpson sang i didn't steal your boyfriend (touche').
parliament's flashlight played.
michael jackson insisted billie jean wasn't his lover (we know that was probably true).
barbie girl made me want to hurl. ashlee simpson sang i didn't steal your boyfriend (touche').
some familiar song i couldn't place stated all those things you said, running through my head... this is not enough.
while owl city said please get me away from here... and nothing it as ever as it seems.
roxette had to bring back the memory of some old boyfriend's mix tape that wanted me to listen to my heart before i told him goodbye. all i could think was i always try to listen to my heart, but sometimes my heart gets mixed up.
then there was vertical horizon
roxette had to bring back the memory of some old boyfriend's mix tape that wanted me to listen to my heart before i told him goodbye. all i could think was i always try to listen to my heart, but sometimes my heart gets mixed up.
then there was vertical horizon
saying something about everything you want.
we got tired.
i put on my 4 year old purple suede thrift store find boots. the pair that when the zipper broke, he went to the store, bought a new zipper and hand sewed it, inside, for me.
yep that's the man i married. a football game was on their tv, and i decided what i wanted was a pizza.
we got tired.
i put on my 4 year old purple suede thrift store find boots. the pair that when the zipper broke, he went to the store, bought a new zipper and hand sewed it, inside, for me.
yep that's the man i married. a football game was on their tv, and i decided what i wanted was a pizza.
fitting in
i'm wearing my new outfit from forever 21. we shopped there back home, before christmas. i said do you notice how the people who work and shop here dress like me? without effort, i fit in. that place in the south where i've been living, it doesn't feel like anyone there dresses like me. it's like i'm never fitting in, forcing a square peg in a round hole, a star shaped object in a heart shaped hole. no matter how hard you try, the shapes just don't fit together.
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