so this weekend was pretty much amazing.
thanks to joe and mutemath- i got in bonnaroo free and with an all access pass! that equaled
1. guest parking and camping behind the 'which' stage in centeroo- which means i could get into centeroo whenever i want and not have to wait an hour in line to get through security at noon at the main arch entrance each day. and i could go back to my tent whenever during the day bc it took about one second to get there.
2. free meals all 4 days (including multi vitamins and vitamin C chewables) and amazing smoothies for breakfast.
3. VIP access to the bleachers and backstage at every stage. it was one of greatest joys to push through the crowd on stage right "excuse me! excuse me!" and walk behind the gates as i flashed my pass.
4. access to the artist tent and area where i could get free alcohol, cigs, smartwater, sunscreen, chapstick, matches, and basically anything i could ever want. (i even got a free timberland shirt and could have gotten boots but they didnt have my size)
5. short cuts and back entrances between stages
6. i was one of 50 (out of 80,000) to sit backstage balcony for the beck show on the main stage.
other amazing things were that stevie nicks guest appeared with tom petty! and gillian welch guest appeared with bright eyes! and in 4 days i saw- the cat empire, devotchka, andrew bird, seu jorge, ben folds, death cab, devendra banhart, bright eyes, cat power, clap your hands say yeah, tom petty, damian marley, beck, radiohead (they played a 2 1/2 hour set!!!), be your own pet, bela fleck, the streets, and matisyahu!
also i stood about 5 feet from aaron neville and matisyahu and rode in a van with rusted root. we rode the ferris wheel and danced in the silent disco (which basically the most amazing this ive ever seen. everyone goes in wearing wireless headphones, including the DJ, and everyone dances to the same song, but if you walk by or if you take off your headphones then it is silent and everyone looks like crazy people dancing to an unheard beat.)
the weekend was perfect. our neighbors were awesome, camping was fun, and it was the first year that it didnt rain!
so now im ruined and will never want to go to bonnaroo again if im not going to be a VIP
18 June 2006
01 June 2006
hi ma'am
the summer has begun
and i am doing what i love- being with my favorite people and traveling the world.
i am in the airport in seoul korea and i am flying solo surrounded by many (strange)rs. i have a 2 hour layover on my way back to the states from manila philippines.
we stayed in three different hotels. they were cheap compared to what they would cost in the states but high rolling for the philippines. my favorite was the 'treehouse/log cabin' bc we had a balcony.
money went really far (50 pesos= 1 dollar)
what would be a 20 dollar cab ride in NY is 100 pesos=2 bucks.
i got ear candling and a hour long massage for 14 bucks. i got a 2 hour japanese hot stone massage for 25 bucks.
private parties
greenhills= black market/fake designer bags
we bought 9 packs of half pack cigs and a lighter for 4 bucks.
free buffets
the mall and spa were attached to our first hotel.
eyebrow threading
mall of asia (the biggest mall in asia)
our 2nd hotel had an amazing pool that reminded us of maui with small waterfalls and bridges and palm trees.
4 malls were attached to our 3rd hotel
we made ourselves and left an image at each hotel. to some- we are in a band. to some- we are actresses doing a movie about native americans called suskachawan bay (they didnt question why it was being filmed in the philippines). and to some we are doing an oprah special on revealing the prostitution of young filipino women to old american men.
we definately were living first world in that third world country.
all of these things were quite amazing and i definately caught myself walking tall and feeling famous as people complimented my hair and stared us down everywhere we went (one guy even looked up libby's skirt with a mirror- lou yelled 'NO!').
but these were the highlights for me.
there are these buses called jeepneys- they are the remnants of the world war 2 vehicles that filipinos use as local transportation. they decorate them beautifully and eleborately. we rode in them twice and both times, even though the cost to ride was 7 pesos- we gave them 100 pesos.
(its easy to bless people here. even though 100 pesos is such a small sacrifice for me of 2 dollars, to them in is a huge deal.)
quiapo church= chants on microphones sound the backdrop of hundreds of vendors all selling the same thing- their faith in the form of rosaries and catholic icons. i bought into it and dipped the rosary into the churches holy water bc an old man told me i should bless it before wearing it. kids ran loose eveywhere and would follow us for blocks until finally i gave one a mini banana i remembered i had brought along.
flowing flowers draped above the plaza
men blowing bubbles
i couldnt make myself complain about the heat or the smell bc i was happy to make ppl smile with the touch of my dreads or a wave or a kiss i would blow their way. they are satisfied, it seems, on 5 dollars a day and we couldnt last an hour.
the kids are precious
we saw one girl chasing her puppy in a circle on a main rode in a median. kids walk right up to your car window and hold up their hand to pear inside to sell necklaces of the countries flower. they stare until the light turns and you continue on w your life as they soon have to report back with how much they have sold- being rewarded maybe a pat on the back and the flip of 10 cents.
the skys are smog
and the oceans oil
but they pose for pictures here.
intamuros.
they built this walled city right in the center of manila when the spanish colonized there in 1571. it was quite intrigueing to walk along the walls that once held boundaries and to see the ppl now flowing through. we found handicrafts and walked down alleys of small vendors. we sang karaoke w some highschool girls in some empty restaurant. (10 cents a song)
we caught a rickshaw, and we rode in the side car of a dude who we found out makes maybe 40 dollars a month. what he takes quite serious gave us an experience and a sweet video clip. (sada saaa)
one of my favorite parts of the trip was coming around the corner to a bunch of guys playing basketball and some kids playing wallball. we went over to the kids and let them pose for pictures and videos and then we showed them their faces. i wanted to move there right then.
tagaytay.
taal volcano=the smallest active volcano in the world.
we followed the dude in the yellow motorcycle with a sidecar down a windy road about 20 minutes to sea level, parked the car and boarded what looked like a brightly painted motored gondola. once we got there we decided not to hike the volcano or take their offer of a donkey ride up so we made a quick u-turn.
on the way back we took a slight detour down the coast and then headed on. i made sure to take a closer look at the water houses. i cant explain them any other way then that they look like scrap houses on thin individual rows of logs and plywood.
on the way out of town we bought a whole stalk of mini bananas, ate three and blessed the bellman at the hotel.
a day later we caught our flights back and i miss it there.
luckily i had a tv screen on the back of the chair in front of me on the plane.
and i am doing what i love- being with my favorite people and traveling the world.
i am in the airport in seoul korea and i am flying solo surrounded by many (strange)rs. i have a 2 hour layover on my way back to the states from manila philippines.
we stayed in three different hotels. they were cheap compared to what they would cost in the states but high rolling for the philippines. my favorite was the 'treehouse/log cabin' bc we had a balcony.
money went really far (50 pesos= 1 dollar)
what would be a 20 dollar cab ride in NY is 100 pesos=2 bucks.
i got ear candling and a hour long massage for 14 bucks. i got a 2 hour japanese hot stone massage for 25 bucks.
private parties
greenhills= black market/fake designer bags
we bought 9 packs of half pack cigs and a lighter for 4 bucks.
free buffets
the mall and spa were attached to our first hotel.
eyebrow threading
mall of asia (the biggest mall in asia)
our 2nd hotel had an amazing pool that reminded us of maui with small waterfalls and bridges and palm trees.
4 malls were attached to our 3rd hotel
we made ourselves and left an image at each hotel. to some- we are in a band. to some- we are actresses doing a movie about native americans called suskachawan bay (they didnt question why it was being filmed in the philippines). and to some we are doing an oprah special on revealing the prostitution of young filipino women to old american men.
we definately were living first world in that third world country.
all of these things were quite amazing and i definately caught myself walking tall and feeling famous as people complimented my hair and stared us down everywhere we went (one guy even looked up libby's skirt with a mirror- lou yelled 'NO!').
but these were the highlights for me.
there are these buses called jeepneys- they are the remnants of the world war 2 vehicles that filipinos use as local transportation. they decorate them beautifully and eleborately. we rode in them twice and both times, even though the cost to ride was 7 pesos- we gave them 100 pesos.
(its easy to bless people here. even though 100 pesos is such a small sacrifice for me of 2 dollars, to them in is a huge deal.)
quiapo church= chants on microphones sound the backdrop of hundreds of vendors all selling the same thing- their faith in the form of rosaries and catholic icons. i bought into it and dipped the rosary into the churches holy water bc an old man told me i should bless it before wearing it. kids ran loose eveywhere and would follow us for blocks until finally i gave one a mini banana i remembered i had brought along.
flowing flowers draped above the plaza
men blowing bubbles
i couldnt make myself complain about the heat or the smell bc i was happy to make ppl smile with the touch of my dreads or a wave or a kiss i would blow their way. they are satisfied, it seems, on 5 dollars a day and we couldnt last an hour.
the kids are precious
we saw one girl chasing her puppy in a circle on a main rode in a median. kids walk right up to your car window and hold up their hand to pear inside to sell necklaces of the countries flower. they stare until the light turns and you continue on w your life as they soon have to report back with how much they have sold- being rewarded maybe a pat on the back and the flip of 10 cents.
the skys are smog
and the oceans oil
but they pose for pictures here.
intamuros.
they built this walled city right in the center of manila when the spanish colonized there in 1571. it was quite intrigueing to walk along the walls that once held boundaries and to see the ppl now flowing through. we found handicrafts and walked down alleys of small vendors. we sang karaoke w some highschool girls in some empty restaurant. (10 cents a song)
we caught a rickshaw, and we rode in the side car of a dude who we found out makes maybe 40 dollars a month. what he takes quite serious gave us an experience and a sweet video clip. (sada saaa)
one of my favorite parts of the trip was coming around the corner to a bunch of guys playing basketball and some kids playing wallball. we went over to the kids and let them pose for pictures and videos and then we showed them their faces. i wanted to move there right then.
tagaytay.
taal volcano=the smallest active volcano in the world.
we followed the dude in the yellow motorcycle with a sidecar down a windy road about 20 minutes to sea level, parked the car and boarded what looked like a brightly painted motored gondola. once we got there we decided not to hike the volcano or take their offer of a donkey ride up so we made a quick u-turn.
on the way back we took a slight detour down the coast and then headed on. i made sure to take a closer look at the water houses. i cant explain them any other way then that they look like scrap houses on thin individual rows of logs and plywood.
on the way out of town we bought a whole stalk of mini bananas, ate three and blessed the bellman at the hotel.
a day later we caught our flights back and i miss it there.
luckily i had a tv screen on the back of the chair in front of me on the plane.
09 May 2006
life scares me and all i want is to be free from thought
i dont know how to allow myself to love or be loved
i dont know how to react to things with out analyzing it
i hate this shit. i just want to be carefree
but i have come to notice that what i hate more and more is that i am so different then everyone else and that my frustrations are my own convictions
i dont know how to allow myself to love or be loved
i dont know how to react to things with out analyzing it
i hate this shit. i just want to be carefree
but i have come to notice that what i hate more and more is that i am so different then everyone else and that my frustrations are my own convictions
04 May 2006
26 April 2006
21 April 2006
today's one of those days. the green that is accented on a rainy day always seems to subside in its dull surroundings. i curl up on my porch drawing my legs close to my body in fickle positions to bring warmth but my nose always, with out doubt, will turn a shade of pink (as if it already doesnt stick out). i turn the final pages of my long winded book with a menthol smoked down to the filter, lit by a match and put out by the wind as it falls into a small puddle on the window sill.
"thats how children deal with terror- they fall asleep"
maybe thats all i am- a child running from the thoughts and fears of being orphaned. physical sleep is the last thing im worried about. but spiritual sleep seems to come too easy. i sit comfortable leaning now, one leg crossing, bench subtle(y) creeking. i wipe my nose with a smokey hand and ponder 'a reminder of a dream that is wilting even as it was budding'. where the hell do i go with my thoughts that lie trapped in this steeping tea bag. ive dropped the cup far too many times and done tragic mischeif between the door and the tree. my lack of words has caused the dust from his feet to blow far from my eyes. but "if America taught me anything, it's that quitting is right up there with pissing in the girlscouts lemonade jar"
"thats how children deal with terror- they fall asleep"
maybe thats all i am- a child running from the thoughts and fears of being orphaned. physical sleep is the last thing im worried about. but spiritual sleep seems to come too easy. i sit comfortable leaning now, one leg crossing, bench subtle(y) creeking. i wipe my nose with a smokey hand and ponder 'a reminder of a dream that is wilting even as it was budding'. where the hell do i go with my thoughts that lie trapped in this steeping tea bag. ive dropped the cup far too many times and done tragic mischeif between the door and the tree. my lack of words has caused the dust from his feet to blow far from my eyes. but "if America taught me anything, it's that quitting is right up there with pissing in the girlscouts lemonade jar"
please sir, i'd like a one way ticket
yes sir, i know i won't be coming back
no sir, to leave the familiar white fence and picket
a ship you say, sir?
how long...
well maybe until my heart ceases to stir.
no sir, freedom has always felt a flight away.
and to be the death of me-
sir, would be for me to stay.
yes sir, i know i won't be coming back
no sir, to leave the familiar white fence and picket
a ship you say, sir?
how long...
well maybe until my heart ceases to stir.
no sir, freedom has always felt a flight away.
and to be the death of me-
sir, would be for me to stay.
07 April 2006
23 March 2006
today was an amazing day at the thrift store!
i spent a total of 6 bucks and got all of these books:
the prophet
the old man and the sea
the catcher in the rye
oliver twist
the adventures of tom sawyer
the scarlet letter
to kill a mockingbird
great expectations
canterbury tales
the bell jar
crooked little heart
selections of ralph waldo emerson
animal farm
i spent a total of 6 bucks and got all of these books:
the prophet
the old man and the sea
the catcher in the rye
oliver twist
the adventures of tom sawyer
the scarlet letter
to kill a mockingbird
great expectations
canterbury tales
the bell jar
crooked little heart
selections of ralph waldo emerson
animal farm
19 March 2006
what will be left when i've drawn my last breath,
besides the folks i've met and the folks who know me,
will i discover a soul cleansing love,
or just the dirt above and below me,
i'm a doubting thomas,
i took a promise,
but i don't know what's safe,
oh me of little faith,
sometimes i pray for a slap in the face,
then i beg to be spared 'cause i'm a coward,
if there's a master of death i'll bet he's holding his breath,
as i show the blind and tell the deaf about his power,
i'm a doubting thomas,
i can't keep my promises,
'cause i don't know what's safe,
oh me of little faith
i'm a doubting thomas,
i can't keep my promises,
'cause i don't know what's safe,
oh me of little faith,
can i be used to help others find truth,
when i'm scared i'll find proof that its a lie,
can i be lead down a trail dropping bread crumbs,
that prove i'm not ready to die,
please give me time to decipher the signs,
please forgive me for time that i've wasted,
i'm a doubting thomas,
i'll take your promise,
though i know nothin's safe,
oh me of little faith
-nickel creek
besides the folks i've met and the folks who know me,
will i discover a soul cleansing love,
or just the dirt above and below me,
i'm a doubting thomas,
i took a promise,
but i don't know what's safe,
oh me of little faith,
sometimes i pray for a slap in the face,
then i beg to be spared 'cause i'm a coward,
if there's a master of death i'll bet he's holding his breath,
as i show the blind and tell the deaf about his power,
i'm a doubting thomas,
i can't keep my promises,
'cause i don't know what's safe,
oh me of little faith
i'm a doubting thomas,
i can't keep my promises,
'cause i don't know what's safe,
oh me of little faith,
can i be used to help others find truth,
when i'm scared i'll find proof that its a lie,
can i be lead down a trail dropping bread crumbs,
that prove i'm not ready to die,
please give me time to decipher the signs,
please forgive me for time that i've wasted,
i'm a doubting thomas,
i'll take your promise,
though i know nothin's safe,
oh me of little faith
-nickel creek
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