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Monday, February 20, 2006

You open up the door and the world pours in...
all it's problems, solutions, and sins.

I haven't had a weekend like that in awhile. I enjoyed every minute of my hill country road trip. It's been way too long. I could have done without the 18 degree windchill though. Mostly I slept. The speed of my life has been a little too much lately and I needed a roadblock like that. I needed to rest holed away in a hotel room halfway across the state.
As for Greenfest...
It was great to see everyone as always. Norm kissed me, then insulted me as usual. Everyone else was as drunk as I always remember them. Ashlee Rose was jaw-dropping, Mike Mancy is BEAUTIFUL (and he has a very sexy knee), Ryan Turner rocked, that other Mike was nothing short of disgusting (which is sad because who knows, he might have had good music, but you couldn't hear it for all the filth coming out of his mouth), and Brandon was brilliant as usual.
I drank a total of 4 beers for the whole evening and never came anything near to being buzzed. As I stood there observing the debauchery, good times, and oblivious people I was struck by how alien it all seemed to me. I was sitting on the outside looking in, thinking..."Didn't I used to be one of those people?" What happened to me that now I find no comfort or amusement in any of it. It downright bores me. Not the music of course because I can't ever get enough of it. But the whole "scene" I found it tired and oldhat. So I asked myself where does this leave me now? I just don't know. You get involved in something and it keeps evolving and you change with it and you grow and expand because really isn't that the point of everything? Growing and expanding lest you grow stagnant. Well there are only so many shows you can go to, so many songs you can hear on the radio, so many new artists you can discover before you want something more out of it. But what is it I want? I listen, I play, I write my own, I guard it like it was some precious treasure of national security that no one should ever hear. So where do I go now?

Cory sums it up for me...
Restless girl, on a restless night
There's no where to go
So she drives all night

♥Oh, so vintage... 9:23 PM


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