"you better choose your words carefully, cause i'm not your anything."

will someone please buy this for me?

if you are unfamiliar with the burn to shine series, ex fugazi drummer brendan canty and filmmaker christoph green choose a house that is set for demolition in a certain city. they ask a member of a local band to curate a "show" and they tape it live, each band gets about an hour to set up. no corrections, just unadultered music making at it's finest. it's pretty awesome stuff, they usually tell the story about the house before and after the performances.

seriously? i will totally buy this book.
and that video clip at the end is pure fucking gold.

in other news, i'm completely distressed over a situation that i shouldn't be, i'm overanalyzing every single thing that is happening in my life and thus, driving myself crazy.

i really do like you. for the first time in a long time. please don't play careless with this fragile heart of mine.

a complaint

an open letter to any environment california/children international/aclu/whatever the "would you like to help homeless women and children today?" organization is employees:

when you stand on the corner of haight ashbury and try and get tourists to give you money, please only try and talk to the people who look like they may want to talk to you. it's usually the morning and i'm walking to get coffee (which means i don't like you. the environment, children, homeless people, and mornings) and diverting my gaze or "trying to find something in my purse" doesn't always seem to work. mainly its the one annoying ass dude with dreadlocks that KNOWS i walk down the street everyday and has now stopped asking me for help, but inserts his equally annoying "how are you today miss?" and when i don't respond he proceeds to say something condescending about the fact that i'm not smiling and how i should smile. shut the fuck up you hippie fucking slacker. i hate you.

yesterday

so swoonworthy.
good thing you can't see me and sadaf lurking on the side of the stage.

the bar across the street is blasting that i kissed a girl song so loud
right now.

still waiting for this.

i think if i could have one super power it would be to speak every
foreign language effortlessly.

meee-owwww

uh oh...

i love being the singer on rock band.

i knew it was coming for awhile, although BGP losing the warfield was a sort of internal blow to the hierarchy and legacy of SF live music. the final party may have been more fun had it not taken place during a phil lesh show. grateful dead, do no want. an old hippie definitely spit all over my face while trying to talk to me.