I love blaring ridiculously good new-age bluegrass while working on arts and crafts. A fine activity for a rainy Saturday afternoon. Surrounded by exposed brick and wood trim. Wearing my navy wellies - "Shining Time Station cool." My fingertips sticky with glue, my skin cut from paper - my heart overflowing with pure joy and my lips singing along to this sweet sweet music.
Fan. I am a fan. And by fan I mean when I honestly like a band... I LOVE them and I really don't care what people think even if they may not be cool enough for top 40, or pretentious enough for music snobs. I enjoy them because they make me enjoy myself. I think about them, I feel anxious to listen to them and when that moment comes where I discover they'll be drivin' their big tour bus down some big ol highway to my little town to bang their drums and scream their lungs dry... and all for me (at least that's what I dream true) I literally feel more alive with hyper fucking love and joy than I do on my birthday. It's the same kind of feeling I get when serendipitous poetry falls from my mind onto the page when I'm neck suffocating deep in a screenplay or story. Oh God.
Joy. Joy is hard to come by... but as of late... there is so much to be joyful about.
Birthdays. I'm going to Tattoo Rock Parlor tonight for the first time for my friend G's boyfriend's birthday. So I made him a card out of a Cheerios box and Now classifieds. That card in the pic, see? It's supposed to be Moby Dick. Remember how thrilling it was when it finally was Art period in elementary school? Fucking pine cones and egg cartons and pipe cleaner dreams. Getting high off the glue and talking about boys. That's how I felt last night while making that card. Bliss.
I've been thinking a lot about birthdays lately. About AM's in particular. And the fact that, come June, her and I will be experiencing one of my favourite bands live together in celebration of her twenty fourth year... well I can't think of anything more blissful.
We'll be there... in our denim fucking dressings, moccasins and beaded necklaces singing our fucking souls out. Sounds beautiful, right? It's because it is.
xo
Lola.
"You're not a girl, you're a car, you're a red Trans Ammmmmmmm"
2 comments:
I really need to catch up on your blogs!
Only had time for this one... but YAY its going to be so fun and the card is amazing, he will love it.
Moby Dick <33
Get ready to dance!!!!!!
So the robot is the extent of my dancing but it passes the time
Words cannot express how excited I am for this concert. And thanks for planning our outfits, they sounds stellar. I didn't even consider moccasins!
PS: I dig the new name. Little House on the Prairie, you were my childhood.
(If that's not the reference, boy is my face red!)
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