What Do Band Kids Do After Graduating High School?
Eventually being even more badass.
Go rock orchestra!
About One Year
Since I delivered some sweet groove-fuel to these kids in Connecticut. I remember something I said to someone there was that “I’ll Connecticut-you-up!”
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Sometimes I want to go on tour again and begin the process of beginning again. However, things have been the most terrific that they’ve been ever. It’s been a good year for the most part. There’s been some absolutely absurd and unnecessary bumps but good for the most part.
Halloween, (past and present)
Oh, Halloween, liquored and dressed up, how obscurely fashionable you are…
Oh, Halloween, of the best holidays you are to me and provide less sorrow than others…
Oh, Halloween, how you provide a seasonable candy that I can make into vampire teeth.
In honor of my dear friend Jenn’s Halloween experience of last year, I thought I would compose something… Since I am fond of this holiday as well.
Last year before the holiday, I bought an airplane ticket to spend four days in San-Francisco, my closest and second favorite spot on the west coast to visit (Olympia is presently number one). I was incredibly depressed at the time and figured that I was not to be invited to any gatherings or parties. I also had a hunch a mega-party was to occur in a house I wasn’t permitted to enter. I was told that house hopping was something I could have done but the dilemma with that was I didn’t know where anything was happening- at all. Turned out I made a proper move on the plane ticket.
I spent my time in San-Town having quality time with my dearest Amy( basically family. My phone lists her as Aunt Amy). I ate part of a deep fat fried calamari, walked around the Mission and drank a Mexican Coke (my favorite beverage), went to a lame Halloween Party (sorry, Amy), felt out of place in where I lived, bought some really well fitting pants, ate doughnuts, walked all the way from Downtown San-Town to the Boom Boom Room (made up for not seeing it with who I went with the 6 months prior) in the most intense rain I’ve been in, smelled my favorite neighborhood garbage of the United States (go Berkley!), deleted my fear of exploring alone, and thought about why I’m alive. It was bleakness mixed with enjoyment of another place and taking in all my surroundings.
The most important thing that took place for me during my time there last year was the Dia de los Muertos parade in the Mission.
At that time in the year-and-three-months prior I had had five deaths in my life. My Grandpa Allen (mothers side), Grandpa Pie (fathers), Great Grandpa Pete, My kind of grandma Pat (step-mothers side), and a metaphorical death (I count it).
El Dia de los Muertos is about honoring the dead. I’m not religious and I don’t get in touch with what can be referred to as spirituality. This- for some reason- was a special occasion. What I feel similar to spirituality is what I consider straight intimacy, usually. This particular occasion I felt “spiritual” in the sense that I was in touch with an overwhelming calmness coupled with sadness, longing, understanding, and nostalgia. I usually get all those everyday except for the “calmness” part.
It wasn’t just the people I remembered who had died so recent to that moment but it was also everyone who has impacted my life deeply who was either deceased, distant, no longer a involved in my life, and who was presently involved. This coupled joy with the aforementioned medley of emotions. I remembered Amy not bringing enough candles and we didn’t have enough so we shared candles for everyone we were honoring.
On the way back to Ames’ apartment in Oakland I was thinking about how glad I was not go back to Bellingham and have to rot, like did during the four months prior. That instead of laying in bed for most of each day and barely eating, I was going on tour with a man who’s music deeply affected me during my initial state of discovering what music means to me. A man who is now a very dear friend of mine.
Last year Halloween was the start of a new time for me.
… This year I’m going down to Olympia and having a blast with most of my best friends. Followed by a secret slumber party. Halloween is like any holiday should be: time having fun with friends that you love.
…Also, hopefully, kissing someone you really dig…
My Friends Heatwarmer and Polka Dot Dot are playing a show at Healthy Times Fun Club on the 13th with Adrian, Low Places, and Fancie. It should be a good show.
I’ll be recording it to place online and on Hollow Earth Radio. Spent most of yesterday evening drawing small and cute things… That’s basically the flyer.
Yay! Postcard from Clyde!
