cool #braves #baseball #turnerfield #atlanta #raining #why (at Turner Field)
I am standing ~20 feet from where Justice will be standing very soon.
I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE EXCITED.
it’s december, you guys. it has been for like 14 days - wow neato.
with december, comes many a top music of the year list.
i am not able to go through all of the amazing music i’ve listened to this year in a timely fashion, nor am i able to put them in a list of descending importance. i never agree with other website’s lists, so i can only assume no one would agree with mine.
and i like it when people agree with me.
so i’m going the easy/lazy/my way with this top music list business.
i’ve probably posted this video a good hundred times already, but i don’t care. it’s a fan-made video for one of my favorite songs of the year.
the song is called “Lofticries” and it’s by a breakout artist named Purity Ring. they came onto the blogosphere this summer and their song “Ungirthed” made absolute waves. “Lofticries” was the b-side to this two-song release and it is by far one of my favorite songs of the year.
Purity Ring will be coming to Atlanta on March 19th at the Masquerade with Neon Indian and I’ll be there if you’d like to say hi.
Atlanta. Taken on my way to the Toro y Moi concert at the masquerade.
disorganized thoughts on my Holy Ghost! live experience
it was seriously the best live concert experience i’ve ever had.
granted, my live experiences number in the dozen (no, not dozens. yeah, i know).
but that’s beside the point of this post.
the actual purpose is to discuss a real problem facing many indie americans. it’s a serious type of depression that can cause massive amounts of sobbing, stalking, and placing albums on repeat for weeks at a time.
it’s called post-concert depression, or PCD.
this is such a problem in today’s indie population, that urban dictionary even has an entry about it. that’s when you know something is legitimate.
full pictures and fan boy documentation about this concert after the break.
me ‘n my hurricane boy
Spent another day with him.
Now I’m headed home and it sucks.
I hate leaving. When I’m away, I miss him.



