Deer Tick was a band I always found decent, but never really got into too much. This all changed when JC informed me that one of her friends from back in the days of high school who I know as well is now in the band. So Saturday conveniently while we were both home they played a show... so like we weren't just not going to not go.
Seeing them live was an incredible experience. Perhaps I'm biased because I saw a familiar face on stage but probably not. Every song sounded much better live than the recording. Seeing anyone play harmonica is always cool, and any band that covers Maybelline is cool with me. Really good vibe to this show as well. While I was not in the huge group of people in the crowd dancing for the whole 2 hour set I was observing and it looked like people were having a great time. So props to them.
Monday night I saw Rocky Votolato in my friend Jeff's living room. I have seen Rocky in the past at The Middle East and Harpers, but my friends living room? Pretty cool. Only about 35 people were there and most were friends, some were strangers who had bought tickets online. Rocky played from about 8:15-10. He played a lot of new stuff, then switched it up to songs from Makers and Suicide Medicine. He also covered "Father and Son" by Cat Stevens. Great night.
Tuesday night I went to the Bruins game with Charles and Ryan. I had never been to a Bruins game before so I figured why not. It was really fun. We sat in the last row possible. Interesting characters were there and added to the entertainment. In between periods they had Peewee hockey players play which was really cute. They looked like turtles!
Wednesday night I went to the Celtics game with Charles and Ryan. We really wanted to push it to the limit I guess. We basically sat in the same seats we were in the night before. Good times. Both games were victorious. Can't wait to go to more games this season. I don't even like hockey, or so I thought. I think I could get into it though.
This is my grandmother's ring that I now proudly wear. It's really simple. "CB" her initials (No not Charlie Brown!) and a stone in the middle. I love it.
Growing up is strange. All my life I have been using the same excuse when things I do or try go wrong. I say that I'm young and it's okay. Slowly I'm realizing that this excuse isn't really valid anymore. Fortunately I think I've made progress. I honestly never thought of myself as a good student until halfway through college. It's weird when you look at the person you used to be and don't really understand what the hell was going through your mind at the time. Like I said growing up is strange. I feel old and young at the same time. The thought of being certified to teach at age 22 is really exciting. The thought of moving forward is obviously exciting. I think moving far away would be the ultimate challenge, but I'm not so sure how practical that would be. Lately every time I return to Western Mass I like it a little bit more. I think city life is fun and all, but there's so much more when life slows down once you cut out of town. I'm not so sure if urban living is good or bad for me. I'm not so sure if living in nowheresville is good or bad for me. I feel a bit lame contemplating future plans. It's so cliche to have the whole "when I get out of here..." concept running through your mind, but it exists and cannot be ignored.
I promised JC music.
Frank Turner
God Help The Girl- Thanks Apps for finding this vid..it's precious
Dashboard Confessional :) Where There's Gold
Old T Swift. Definitely one of my favorite songs by her.
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