Chuck had it right.

This song:

http://soundcloud.com/epitaph-records/the-menzingers-the-obituaries

mom died 3 years and 7 months ago today. fuck the holidays.

"Question and Answer"

he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night,
runnning the blade of the knife under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received telling him that the way lived and wrote about that--
it had kept them going when all seemed truely hopeless.

putting the blade on the table,
he flicked it with a finger and it whirled in a flashing circle under the light.

who the hell is going to save me? He thought.

as the knife stopped spinning the answer came:
you're going to have to save yourself.

Still smiling,
A: he lit a cigarette
B: he poured a another drink
C: gave the blade another spin

Charles Bukowski
-From "The Last Night of the Earth Poems"

haiku

brother, " i miss mom".

text from the other brother.

me to bro, me to.

Who Took The Bomp?

I saw a Le Tigre documentary tonight. It covered the world tour in 2004 - 2005 with candid commentary and footage from that time.

Right after the movie someone asked me what I thought of it. I fucking hate that question because I'm not quick with a witty response, or even a thoughtful one for that matter. So I made some mongoloid comment about angry feminists and the Spice Girls. Duh...

Of course now what I'd like to say is that while I am not very familiar with Le Tigre specifically, I found the documentary to be interesting. While I wasn't a riot grrl in the 90s and am not a very outspoken feminist, it was interesting to watch the three women interact in the heavily male - dominated environment that is the music industry.

I was raised a nice girl, that if someone said something stupid you'd make an excuse so they'd feel like less of an idiot. The women of Le Tigre weren't so accomodating, and that's what I got a charge from. Here's this group of females doing their own thing, regardless of the undermining bullshit that people throw their way. They use their art, their expression, to unite and help people. And they wont compromise themselves or their beliefs to do it. Now that's punk rock.

Intelligence is the key, but so it crusty and cute. While not the best documentary I've seen, I still felt inspired.

on a silver platter

Sitting at the brother's house, Elway drowning out the sounds of Fox News, waiting to take said brother to an appointment of some sort.

It's Tuesday. I've been home from San Francisco for over a week. I miss AMR. I need a time machine or a DVD of the shows. Hear that Asian Man? Hear that Mike Park (the greatest person to ever live)? I need it right now! And if you could bring me some decongestants along with it, that'd be great!

Thanks! You're a peach!

You Will Be Celebrated

It's my mom's birthday this weekend. She died two years ago. After she died I made a playlist of tunes that felt pertinent to how I was feeling about things. There's some cheezy stuff in there like "You Gotta Be" by Des'ree and Five For Fighting's "100 Years". And I couldn't leave out a few of my mom's faves by Journey.

For the most part though, it's a lot of indie rock tunes. Funny story, R.E.M.'s "It's The End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" popped into my head while visiting the hospital one day. I had just turned 21 and my mother was dying- talk about life altering! And a couple months ago I was listening to "The '59 Sound" by The Gaslight Anthem. My mom was bon in 1959 and I tried to play as many of her favorite songs one last time before she passed. Currently, I'm hung up on "Eulogy" by The Flatliners.

Death is totally a devastating experience- hell, any type of loss is. Life changes unexpectedly and all the hopes and dreams and expectations for that future are gone. But what's great about life is that it keeps going. Take time, feel what needs to be felt, regroup and move forward. I found out my mom was dying and in 6 weeks she was gone. Two years later and I'm still dealing with it. For the rest of my life I'll be "dealing" with it. But that's what life is about- learning how to deal.

Here's this weekend's playlist...

It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)

R.E.M

Under The Bridge

Red Hot Chili Peppers

Swing Life Away

Rise Against

Losing You

The Dog & Everything

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Death Cab For Cutie

You Can't Put Your Arms Round A Memory

Johnny Thunders

The '59 Sound

The Gaslight Anthem

Eulogy

The Flatliners

Peace out kids! Don't forget to live a little!

"This is my first visit to the Galaxy of Terror and I'd like it to be a pleasant one."

Hello World!

My name’s Megan. I’m 23 and currently living in the west suburbs of Chicago. I’m in school, unemployed, and filling my time with things I find interesting. Something of interest I do to fill my time is go to concerts. By some standards I go to a lot of shows, by others too few or not enough variety in the genre. I like what I like so it is what it is.

Since May I’ve seen Cobra Skulls, The Lawrence Arms, Dead to Me, The Menzingers, Noise By Numbers, Dear Landlord, and Off With Their Heads. Some bands, like Dead to Me and Off With Their Heads, I’ve only seen once, whereas Cobra Skulls and The Larry Arms, I’ve seen multiple times. I like the excitement of checking out new bands and am always satisfied to see a favorite band play another show.

But who doesn’t feel that way, right? I also happen to take pictures at these concerts. I work my little red Cannon point- and- shoot for all it’s worth and sometimes I get something cool. Other times I’ll take 100 photos and think they’re all complete shit.

Same goes with my writing- some days are epic and the words just flow, while other times there’s more ink in the garbage than on the page. Usually I write for myself in spiral notebooks I carry wherever I go. I haven’t written for an audience before. My friend Steph suggested I start a concert blog after chatting her ear off for the hundredth time about a show I’d seen and showing her all the pictures I took.

So that’s why I’m here. A concert/ music blog with other oddities from my life thrown in just to keep things interesting. I’ll try my best to be candid, honest, and respectful. No bullshit. I’d appreciate the same in return.

On that note, I bid you adieu until next time.