cut copy turned out to be mucho fun. we showed up at the echo a little bit too late (sold out) and the doormen cut us off and told us to go the fuck home because we weren't getting in, which SUCKED. thanks a lot to you guys, btw. headed up a few blocks to the Gold Room to wait around to see CC play later @ the after party @ MJs or wherever the hell it was.
(the @ sign is so cool i don't think i am ever going to spell out the full 2 letter word again. also, Z's are the new S's, so that is just something to keep in mind).
random bar, cheap shots, 2 bowls of peanuts, dance dance dance, new friend, great music = late night, but totally worth it.
cut copy rocked it for free, which is better than cut copy rockin it @ the echo for 12 bucks, so. you do the math, genius. also, i didn't lose my phone, which consequently adds points to any drunken frolic.
cut copy rocked it for free, which is better than cut copy rockin it @ the echo for 12 bucks, so. you do the math, genius. also, i didn't lose my phone, which consequently adds points to any drunken frolic.
so this is something to think about, if only to ensure that this blog has a tiny bit of substance once and a while.
it's the sigur ros video for Hoppipola, beauty-full. if you want a real kick in the ass, go ahead and watch all of their music videos. they'll really knock you the fuck out.
lyrics, too, translated from icelandic because they're pretty and i ♥ them.
smiling
spinning round and round
holding hands
the whole owrld a blur
but you are standing
soaked
completely drenched
no rubber boots
running in us
i want to erupt from a shell
wind in
and outdoor smell of your hair
i hit as fast as i could
hopping into puddles
completely drenched
soaked
with no boots on
and i get a nosebleed
but i always get up
and i get a nosebleed,
but i always get up.
smiling
spinning round and round
holding hands
the whole owrld a blur
but you are standing
soaked
completely drenched
no rubber boots
running in us
i want to erupt from a shell
wind in
and outdoor smell of your hair
i hit as fast as i could
hopping into puddles
completely drenched
soaked
with no boots on
and i get a nosebleed
but i always get up
and i get a nosebleed,
but i always get up.
ANYwho, olin & the moon tonight @ the silverlake lounge in silverlake (no!). it's cheap to get in and nobody plays til 11, so there is still time to slack off, nap, shower, and film some video footy beforehand. come if you want, it will be double love.
in the immortal words of borat, very nice!
i love you all, peace people.
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ugh. hannah. love love love that song. it reminds me of this one outting i had snowshoeing last winters ago. i was distraught about my g-a-yness so i escaped the dorms. it was snowing heavy heavy heavy BIGGGGGGG flakes and i was all alone in the trees and the world was quiet [im assuming...i had this on repeat...] but anyway. yeah. always thought of that scene whenever i hear it. now maybe i will think of the adorable old men and vomen.
last winter! jesus.
BLAH!
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