Successful SOPA/PIPA protest was successful.
WHICH MEANS I CAN HAVE MY MUSIC AND IPOD BACK.
For those who don’t know: Loki is my baby laptop (HP Pavilion dm1-z) that I left the charger for at home. Loki has all my music on her, so I used a lot of Spotify this week.
The problem was, I downloaded the new Enter Shikari and Say Anything albums, and really wanted to listen to them on my iPod. I thought Loki’d have enough power to just sync those two albums, and I’d be fine. I was wrong.
She died in the middle of the sync. Which wouldn’t have been a problem, except for when she died, she took all of the music on my iPod with her. So I’ve been without music since… Thursdayish. WHICH WAS THE. ABSOLUTE. WORST.
But now she’s back and I am happy.
We’re Big fans and think it’d be cool if somehow this got back to him and he was down.
So reblog this and tell him to come to our next show that he’s in the same city and come sing a part with us.
We’ll learn one of his songs and do it that with him as well.
Let the online petition begin!
Pop Punk God help us give A Loss For Words SWAGG
Holy fucking shit.
Please please PLEASE? How about in Minneapolis?
- My copy of The Fault in Our Stars
- My fucking laptop charger
Things that I don’t need:
- Class tomorrow
- Class tomorrow
I honestly don’t know where my classes are. And… that’s okay for now.
So. Finally worked this out, and here it is.
Not gonna lie, for me 2011 held a lot of great music. The problem was that a lot of the music wasn’t released this year. So while I discovered a whole lot of amazing music this year, not all of it was released in 2011. But then when I go look at my smart playlist for 2011 and it has almost 3K songs… Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
Let it be known that just because an album is low on the list, or even if it’s not listed, doesn’t mean I didn’t like it. This was much harder than I thought it’d be, and there’s a lot of albums that fell by the wayside. Some I just didn’t listen to enough, some just barely didn’t make it.
But I’m not posting it until sometime tomorrow because I’m tired now from figuring it out and want to sleep.
(And yes, SMG, James Blake is on there.)
Also, I see Branson for her birthday tomorrow. HAPPY JACK.
Count Us Out, The Soap, Rubrics, Numb Luck at Suite 8
Greenville, SC- 2010
By Will Dameron
I’ve been shaken, held back tears while grinning. I couldn’t agree more with your process and purity. Songs of love and rejection, of hope and reflection. I’ve been shaken by steal backbones breaking by these bands and these beautiful chords; hell bent and hard-lined on love. It starts in my heart, it warms my feet, erases my conscience and infects me. This point is where I am supposed to be.
-Rubrics, “This Music is My Life”
To call me under qualified and overdressed would be to vastly understate the matter at hand. There I stood, no older than seventeen, A THEATER STUDENT. I was that guy. The guy in the back of the room, with no place to stand without displaying obvious social awkwardness, who had no reason to be there in the first place except that I liked loud music and had searched fruitlessly for years for a decent music scene.
At a DIY show? Who the fuck did I think I was anyways? I didn’t belong here. My hair was short, my shirt was plaid and whatever brand was big at the time, and my Nike shoes were so many different colors, I couldn’t even list them off had I been looking straight down at them, like I did so often as I traipsed the twisting, winding prison halls of Wade Hampton. I didn’t know whether I was more lost in Suite 8 or my daily life. I had been brought in by my friend Boz to see the band that he was in at the time, Count Us Out (Pop-Punk, Get Better Records). I had no idea what I was getting myself into, and it would turn out to be the best experience of my young life.
This show was insane. My new friend Eric pulled me into the pit soon after the show got started, and I don’t think I left or stopped moving the whole time. I had never really listened to anything like this before, and it was a life-changing experience. The brotherhood, acceptance, and FUN inherent in the DIY community were clear and present in Suite 8 that night. Everyone in the room was dancing and having a good time to some local bands.
It was at some point during this show, and my discussions between sets with Rubrics members and my now good friends, Ryan Talty-Santangelo and Kerri Beth Santangelo, that I decided this was a community and a movement that I wanted to be a part of. This is an interesting, accepting group of people who base their lives on a strong code of morality and responsibility towards each other, and the rest of humanity. They take the fate of the world into their own hands, getting involved in local fundraisers, supporting the area’s homeless population and other people in need, and telling others about the importance of taking care of the Earth by doing things like going veg, paying attention to the political environment, and recycling.
They promote the growth of the music scene as well, by promoting local and touring music. It is rare that there is not a DIY venue open somewhere in Greenville at any given time. And at every one of these shows with a touring band, you will be guaranteed to see Kerri or someone else walking around with a container collecting money for the band to help them on their tour.
Suite 8 would be shut down a few months after this show by the city, but the DIY ideal has proven to be resilient. As soon as one outlet is shut off, another pops up. From Club Sammich, the short-lived venue with low ceilings and a feeling of closeness unrivaled in any venue I have seen thus far, to The Villa, a house venue belonging to Get Better Records co-founder A.J. Simpson and general badass Jason Borja, the scene refuses to die.
At a Christmas party this past year I heard a man, a parent of a close friend, speaking fondly of his days in the L.A. Hardcore scene during the time of bands like Black Flag, The Germs, and The Circle Jerks. He spoke of days when bands organized and paid for their own tours, the scene was like a close-knit family, and people played music so loud, fun, and lyrically controversial/progressive that you couldn’t help but go out and hardcore dance until you passed out from exhaustion. “It’s too bad that it had to die,” he said.
Greenville DIY and DIY-ers everywhere are proving him wrong every day. Punk didn’t die, it just moved into your basements and houses.
By my friend Will. Just awesome.
The Boner Inside.
Beheading of a Boner…
pierce the boner ;)
Bring me the Boner?
Woe, boner me.
The Black Boner
Trapped Under Boner.
Reel Big Boner
Stick to your boner
I Set My Boner On Fire?
Nine Inch Boner
Boner and the Pussycats.
… Four Year Boner.
The Boner Brothers.
A Boner to Remember
Boner & Sons
Played thirty songs, including my favorite. Counted down to the new year and dropped a shit ton of balloons. Had my second New Year’s kiss. Was a whole lot of fun, was an amazing concert, and I saw a bunch of my friends and went to Waffle House with some people. Was out until three thirty. Was a great way to both end and start a year.
Here’s the setlist.
If you don’t know them well, listen to them. Now.