Sunday, July 03, 2005

Dude. They totally rock.

Alright, so I got back a few hours ago from my long-awaited trip to Muskegon to see Boyz II Men, Seether and Crossfade, as well as a few of my amazing comrades I share various levels of nerdity with. And here is the general review.

Holy shit!

The drive up was the longest I've ever had to make, but not as bad as I thought it'd be. Suffice it to say that the land between Lake Michigan and Columbus ain't all that exciting, so it made for an easy, if boring, ride up. We left way too early though. Nobody told me you had to drive 100 mph once you crossed the state line. What should have been a 7 hour trip ended up taking anywhere between 15 minutes and 5.5 hours. Regardless, resolved I'd get no gas in Ann Arbor, we made it safe and sound.

Unfortunately, we got there way to frigging early. Thinking that check-in was around 2 pm at the hotel, we arrived at about 1 thinking the room'd be ready. It wasn't. And wouldn't be until 4.

Okay, no problem. We have no map, no directions, no one helpful and no plans. So, I gave my chica in the city a call. With my bro and a friend in tow, we hung out with her, she showed us around the city, the beach (wow.) and everything, then went and chilled with her and my other good friend, her hubby, at their house. I was really glad to have a place to go. I wasn't too keen on the idea of driving around the city not knowing where the hell we were going for 2 hours...and Michigan roads...I just plain don't understand. Still don't. The good news was that we'd established where the beach was, their house was, and where the festival was and made merry in the process.

Then came check-in, much drinking, and Boyz II Men.

I got a little blitzed. More than I intended...and apparently I was really really REALLY wanting some damn Southern Comfort beads and quite into the music, all of which I blame on the alkie-hall, which I'm completely giving up (yeah right) because it leads to nothing but trouble. And...embarassment. And stories the next day. Egads. I can't hold mah liquor well enough for that crap again. Ha!

Other than that, the concert was so much freakin' fun. It was hilarious to hear and sing all those old songs I remember from way back, and we were around fun people. Shoot. In that environment, I don't see how it could be anything but enjoyable. I think seeing them once in concert yields just about all they have to give, and I definately have seen better concerts overall, but it was so cool to see old school stuff like that live.

So the next day, after a drunken sleep that was pretty awful, friend and brother split off from me for a couple hours so I could visit another friend in Grand Haven. They'd wanted to go spend some time on the beach anyway, and I'm not so much a beach-goer, so it was all good.

That was a really cool side trip. I had a great time hanging out and shooting the shit with those guys like we'd done it a million times before, and it was cool to see other parts of the city I hadn't seen yet. It's like I don't get the chance to just relax on a porch and BS with friends, so it was great to do that for a change.

We hooked up with friend and brother back at the beach later on, and met ANOTHER friend who I didn't know, but turned out to be awesome too! We all took a long walk out to the pier to see the lighthouse and watch the boats go into the channel, and I got the most bizzare sunburn ever. The beach itself was...maybe the nicest I've ever seen. The water was cold as all get-out, but the beach was white and pristine and with that blue, blue lake...awesome. I hate admitting Michigan has anything of value...but even I'd move there for a spot like that one.

After that, it was all about the Crossfade/Seether concert. That was the one I was really looking forward to. I could tell friend wasn't all into the day, at least after we left the beach, since that music wasn't really the main attraction, but I was still totally excited. After eating at the hotel, we all headed back to the house for more drinking and merry-making, then headed off to the concert.

Dude. There were so many people packed into this park, it was unreal...but at the same time, we had plenty of room where we sat. Dark New Day and Lit were already playing on the stage, neither of which any of us were terribly interested in, so we went off for beer tokens and beer while others sat up the chairs. To my horror, I realized we were COMPLETELY surrounded by Michigan fans, including the people I'd come to see (though when the real ribbing began, I totally won...but I was prepared before I ever arrived. :P) So after a few warm beers, Crossfade came on.

Wow. See previous Crossfade concert post. They're amazing. And all hot. Mmm.

Seether, though...I hate to admit anybody really blew my boy Ed off the stage, but they did. I wasn't even -that- much of a Seether fan before this, but after, I'm hooked. At one point, Shaun Morgan (lead singer) was so into what he was singing, it was like he didn't know where to put his hands, so they just...hovered near the mic uselessly. He was in a totally different place, which is why I like this kind of music to begin with. Way more passionate than a lot of what's out there in the mainstream.

Cooler than that, even, was that they played old school rock, too. Smoke On the Water right in the middle of one song...an old Alice in Chains song, too, which got everybody going. Hell, they even sang a little bit of Cold and actually sounded BETTER than Crossfade doing it! Morgan even played a chord on his guitar, laid it down gently on the stage, and let it go. In the pitch black, this one chord went on forever and ever and you knew he'd pick it up again, but it would have been totally okay if he didn't. That was amazing. It's been a long time since I've felt music more than heard it, but that was pretty much the only way to describe it. It's kind of an emotion in itself...I could go on about my own intense relationship with music, but that's probably never going to be displayed for public scrutiny. Ha!

Either way, it was hands down the best concert I've ever gone to, and with people that felt the same way about it as I did, it was even better.

The way back wasn't all that eventful, except that a misstep placed us smack dab in the middle of Ann Arbor with an OSU decorated car. That was kind of an adventure. I wanted to check out a cool bakery I knew of, so we drove around a bit, saw the crappy stadium, and got hollered at a few time by jealous Michigan fans, but it was fun! Never did find that bakery, though.

It was fun to go with my little bro, too. He loved meeting the people I already knew, and got along great with them, and pretty much showed me how I can take my family for granted sometimes. Hey, I've only got one. I'll never say I'm sorry for liking spending time with them, or just being who I am, no matter what anyone's opinion on that is, and that's the way it should be!

Plus, like...you should always be careful who you share things with, if you don't want them repeated. Heh!

So, with a little enlightenment, a fuckin' fantastic roadtrip, and a festival I have to attend every year now under my belt, I feel refreshed and so thankful for true friends, and kick-ass music.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

News Flash

Gossip about what I post here?

Ah-fuck you.

^_^

Thursday, June 02, 2005

A Month From Today

Where will you be a month from today? At this very moment? Despite what the whacked-out time on my blog says, it's 1:48 pm on June 2nd. I know where I'll be!

I'll be strolling around a park on Muskegon lake, surrounded by rabid music fans. I'll be chillin' with 4 of the best people I know in the world (even if one of them is my brother...=P) and getting ready to see two of the best bands EVAR in concert.

Does it get much better than that, ladies and gentlemen? NO. It doesn't!

I think finals is frying my brain. I know the Summer Celebration is a month away, and there's a lot to do until then, but that's all I can seem to think about! Screw school! Screw drama! All I wanna do is tip back in a lawn chair with a frosty alcoholic beverage on a cool summer eve by the lake and totally rock for hours on end. It's like the ultimate blissful getaway.

And really, I'm equally excited about seeing my Michiganer homies while I'm there!

I know, I know. I'm counting my chickens before they're hatched. Roastin' my turkey before it's stuffed. Openin' the door before turnin' the handle. There are no guarantees...but I don't give a damn. I'm havin' some fun this summer if it -kills- me.

Other than that, it's all about Finals. You know, I've never been this stressed about finals before, and I worked harder this quarter than in the previous ones. I also did more actual work! I actually put effort into my classes and I'm still freaking out! What's up with that? Is this how real students feel?

I don't envy the ones graduating, really, though. They have to start lives. REAL lives. Scary thought.

Aside from finals and being effing...stress out the wazoo, today marks the one year anniversary of my friend JT's passing. He was really one hell of a guy. Supported a wife and a son, and really enjoyed RP for what it was. A game. Something casual to be enjoyed. I talked to him daily for almost 6 months, learning about his life, and himself, and his family. His death was really sudden...a tumor he'd had removed regrew around his heart, and he passed very quickly. I think I'd give just about anything to hear from him again...and maybe, when I go on to my great reward, I will. Until then, I just have to laugh at the memory of his totally perverted jokes and smile thinking about how much he loved his son. I'll never forget him, and I guess in a way, that means he'll always be around in a way.

Rest in peace, my friend.

Alright, that's all for now.
GIT R DONE!

Beers!

Monday, May 30, 2005

Broken.

Rip it from my soul so everyone will know we were never friends.

Have you ever felt lost inside? So unloved within that you almost died?
Have you ever stepped out of the light and realized there's a stranger inside?

Friday, May 27, 2005

A Lost Log

So I watched the Lost finale last night, and now I'm obsessed. So, for future reference, I'm posting my links and thoughts here while I try to sift through the information.

www.oceanic-air.com -- Clue 1. This is a site made by ABC. Poke around. Mouse over the text where it says Flight 815, and highlight the jumble that is revealed. It's a note from a "survivor".

** There's another letter there too, from a woman, though I haven't read it.
** A weird bar will be revealed when you mouse over Flight 815. Click and drag. It's a script page...with a crossed out description of the damn monster.
** Click on "Track Flight", then type in "815" and track it. The cursor doesn't change if you mouse over 815, but click it anyway. It'll take you to a seating chart. And that's where things really get interesting.

The Seating Chart and the Numbers
4,8,15,16,28,42
Those are Hurley's cursed numbers. You know..the ones he learned from a crazy man, played the lotto with and won 162 million dollars, that appear on the hatch and are cursed?

When you get to the seating chart, you can click on the blue boxes. Start clicking boxes in the rows in Hurley's number sequence. Other blocks will highlight, and when you go to them, you'll notice they are the seats of our castaways. Jack, Kate, the Marshall, Locke, Boone, Shannon...click on their boxes, again and again and see what comes up. Some of that stuff scared me shitless, so be ready for sudden sounds and creepy images.

Most importantly...at the bottom of the screen, next to the key, where it says "Oceanic 815" Keep an eye on that number. Click on Jack or Rose. See it change? Flight 777...hmm...

http://www.geocities.com/elreino1/777.htm

That site explains the significance of 777. Rose is a very religious woman, though rarely in the show. The show's central conflict is Jack and Locke, and Locke said in this episode that Jack was a man of science, and he was a man of faith. That's why they don't see eye to eye on much.

Hmm....

Alright, so this is leading me down a path of religion. I think this is what it's all about. This has something to do with destiny, fate and faith vs. reason, logic and science.

Then you have The Others. What do they want with Walt? Walt's got a freaky power...what do they want with him? Who are they? Where is all this machinery, like the Hatch and the Monster coming from? How the HELL did that pirate ship get in the middle of the island?!

...this is the stuff I haven't figured out yet.

Oh! And, if you're into it... you can click on the actual row numbers on that seating chart. Click on Hurley's numbers in order, and be patient. There's a preview for Season 2 there.

More to be added later!

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Carrie Underwood can kiss it.

Alright. Rant time.

American Idol can KISS MY ASS.

There is no reason, NO REASON for that Carrie country-wannabe-barbie-blondie-perfect-fake Underwood to be an American Idol. -I- do NOT idolize her! BLEH.

Besides. We all know this is Fox, and that show is effing rigged anyway. That's right. I'm saying it. RIGGED. And designed to suck you in and steal your brain. Why the hell else would you need a TWO HOUR SHOW for a single sentence that anybody cares about?

You know why she won? You know why? Because she's SLEEPING WITH PAULA!

AND, because it's rigged, let's look at the reality. We already HAVE a Carrie Underwood Idol! Her name is KELLY CLARKSON! She already was the sugary-sweet oh-so-innocent vomit-fest on the show, and now we have another one. I'll tell you what, blondie better stay on the country charts or I'ma throw her damn single out of my car and run the hell over it.

Now...Bo. Let's look at Bo. How can you not look at Bo? He represents Rock. REAL rock. Not this Gavin DeGraw bullshit. That's pop. Bad pop, at that. In fact, the entire season, that was the only song he sounded bad singing.

Bo has the look, the attitude, the WINK...God, did you see him wink?! And he is a Southern Rocker. He sang with Skynard. And it looked like he'd done it a thousand times before. He deserves a private jet and a record contract! So long as he doesn't become a whore for the record industry and only poop out the kind of music THEY want him to, he should have won! Good Lord. What is wrong with you, America?

In a way maybe it's better. You do have the Clay Aiken phenomenon at work. Second place Clay became (for a week) more mainstream than winner Ruben. So there's hope, I guess.

I want to see Bo fronting and belting it out in front of a band like Shinedown. Singing from his soul, rather than his wallet. That's what I want to see.

And if he ever cuts his hair, I'll kill him.

=D

Alright, rant over. I'm a little irritated that I watched THAT instead of Lost last night, but TiVo did save the day on that one. Now if I can just get through the day without hearing anything about Lost, I'm good to go for pure indulgence tonight! YEE!

Friday, May 20, 2005

Lyrics.

She was a queen
Lost within a dream
Misconcieved that he was fit to reign
Lies take victims
Seperate them at the seams
Cause them to fall apart
Then move on to better things now

She
Wants to fall in love again
Don't you know that
He's
Satisfied to own her.

No time permits to open up
When you've been hiding thoughts so strong
She's been holding out for an angel to come along
No reply from the sky
But she just keeps looking up
She just keep looking up now

She
Wants to fall in love again
Don't you know that he
He's
Satisfied to own her

She'll never know love's true potential
Lost in the open wind
To his impatience
Never feeling they would fall apart
She let her feelings grow
To tears she'll never show now

She
Wants to fall in love again
Don't you know that he
He's
Satisfied to own her

You know he couldn't see
That she could be his everything
Bringing light to everything now
Oh
She just wants to
Fall in love again
She's broken like an angel