Buoy Don’t Float

Ok, so my attempts at posting near-daily have turned into my logging things in my head for a big summary. So here goes the excitement:

Just yesterday, I went to the Download Festival with Steve, Bevan, Christina, and Leah–two girls who I just met that weekend. It was a crazy day. The bands we’re all great–although Yeah Yeah Yeah’s didn’t really top the previous time I saw them. Muse is just plain orgasmic. Bellamy acts as if the guitar has been glued to his hands since birth. He has too much stage presence and is definitely too good on that thing, not to mention his piano skills. Beck was fucking amazing. They’re concept of a band is really inspiring. That’s an art band for sure. They had puppets, costumes, movies (Snakes on a BUS!!!)… It sounds like overkill but when your following Muse its understandable. The coolest part was when he was doing an acoustic set and the rest of the band was eating dinner on stage. Then it turned into a dinner musical–the kind you always dream of at boring weddings when you’re surrounded by old people and then they tell you to stop making noise because while you’re daydreaming you’re already hitting your cup with your fork.

Long week of anticipation leading up to yesterday. It was basically school, work, Karen O on youTube. Rinse and repeat.

OOOOO on Friday, the Pillowcases took everything into the soda hall lounge. We recorded their and basically rocked out. Except I wasn’t really plugged in due to some technical difficulties. Either way, it was quite picturesque and I’m definitely looking forward to doing it again with a video camera on hand.

The weekend before that The Pillowcases had their “big show” at Stebbins’ band night. Wow, I’ve never been so damned nervous in my life. When Marlee turned to me and asked me for the first lyrics to our first song, I was really shaking in my boots. So, though many may not have noticed because not listening with a bassists’ ear, the bass to erase it was downright wrong, offtime, and ugly. I couldn’t even play most of the stuff for Captain and the Killer. It just blanked. But in the end, despite the horrid performance and public embarassment, I feel like I achieved something. I’m hoping the next one will be a bit more relaxed… Last time I was that nervous was doing AcaDeca speeches. I conquered that one by saying fuck it, It doesn’t really matter in the end. (Even though in my mind I don’t really believe those words.) Well, obviously that doesn’t work any more. What does work, unfortunately, is cigarettes. And you can’t smoke in stebbins. So do that math.