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When I'm in need of having someone attempt to shatter my ego into a thousand pieces and/or I want the social networking equivalent to an insulting prank call, yes.
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Yes I am single. And thanks.
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I'm hoping that I may be a year or so away from living my dream job which is to be a successful singer-songwriter. I wrote the material. I recorded the EP. Now it's the waiting time!
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Great question. Bon Iver. For sure. His music has touched me since hearing For Emma, Forever Ago and it would be absolutely revitalizing for my soul to see him live. I feel like I can relate to him in many ways... the heartbreak; the pain of moving; the loneliness. And the guy is a creative genius. He took an acoustic guitar and unwritten music to a level that no artist has ever taken it to - in 2008. So definitely Bon Iver. Other artists that would follow him would be Animal Collective, Wilco, Sigur Ros, Radiohead, and probably many others lol
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Be the person who grabs me a Red Bull right now :)
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No. Very romantic actually. Is this still Non?
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Well, you see, I like you too. And my hair is cool because , by chance, both of my parents had/have curly, awesome, likable hair. So naturally, I have curly, awesome, likable hair.
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Sure. We can be best friends, Anonymous. Can I call you Non for short?
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I've never sat down to actually think to myself, 'I'm happy where I am' because I've always asked myself 'Where do I belong?'
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The best live show I've ever been to would have to be MGMT last year at Bonnaroo on Saturday night. It was me, @john2331, @devinperry, and @dylan_gray_ and they'll all say the same thing: It was insane. The concert started at 2:15 am and we hung out during the day and caught other great shows (Mars Volta, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, TV on the Radio) but no show or substance could possibly prepare us for what we were about to be a part of. After seeing part of Springsteen's set and to our surprise hearing him cover a Christmas song while we were leaving, we went back to the tent at probably 12:15. We smoked and had a few beers. It was a really hot day and we were all kinda tired and not feeling motivated - and then we decided to get *******. One of the best worst decisions I've ever made in my entire life. We left the camp and luckily found some and headed to the stage that MGMT was playing at. We were there very early and enjoyed the last 45 minutes of Yeasayer's set (which kicked ass). But after the show ended? That's when everything became scary. We were on the side of the crowd for Yeasayer and my pal John, Bonnaroo veteran, figured that (just like any festival concert) when one artist finishes, the next band's crowd comes on. Not the case, at all. All the people in the crowd were dressed as if a new hippie generation was emerging. The new-school hippies, I guess you could say. But these people Really Loved MGMT. When Yeasayer's set ended, no one moved but EVERYONE pushed. This happened for a half hour and it felt like a lifetime. No one knew what was going on and EVERYONE was on drugs. Devin, my fellow Bonnaroo rookie, struggled to stay composed and thought he was going to pass out because of the lack of water, sweat, and people around him. It was like nothing I've ever heard of or ever been a part of. For nearly 45 minutes, it was just thousands of people, on drugs, crowded into one SMALL area trying to hold a great spot to see the band. Meanwhile, John had no idea what to do and eventually, as the crowd moved, John was lost in the crowd. Every time someone moved, I put my arms around Devin and Dylan and hoped we didn't get split up. It honestly felt like we were all in a Nazi concentration camp, fed drugs, and then told to shove as much as possible. You couldn't move. You couldn't go anywhere. You were stuck. As horrible as that sounds... then the lights went out. MGMT appeared on the stage and everyone went completely crazy. And somehow me, Devin and Dylan were all pushed to probably the 7th row and could see EVERYTHING. We were right in the middle of a music history. The lights that surrounded us; the profuse second-hand sweat; we all adapted to it and looked on as MGMT dazzled the crowd. I looked around, with my drug-induced vision, and saw all of these neon-toting people cheering and jumping and dancing. It was surreal. After the first song, many people (everyone who wasn't on drugs) couldn't handle it. A man rushed through the crowd screaming "She's unconscious! She's unconscious!" just so he could get through the crowd because there was NO moving. We continued moving with the crowd and soon were just a few feet from the stage and grew to be in awe of what we were witnessing. MGMT opened the set with a song they never did live before, "Destrokk", and absolutely stole the show from that moment on. Seeing the confetti fall from the tent during the chorus of "The Youth"; the commanding outro of "Electric Feel" telling us to 'do what you feel now' and everyone naturally obeyed; the sway and reverence of "Time To Pretend"; the earnest and heart-broken anthem "Pieces of What" and just the presence of Andrew VanWyngarden all truly captivated me. During the concert, I thought to myself that everything was going to change. That this concert was going to be on the news that people were going to be found dead and at some point, I thought the world was going to end. Then at the end of the set, as they played the eventual title-track from their next album "Congratulations", I was abruptly hit in the face with something. I looked down and saw that a yellow maraca was at my feet. Devin picked it up and just waved it at me screaming "LOUIE! LOUIE!!" and I grabbed it from him. Some would say that it was unethical, but it hit me in the face - and really hurt. I stared at the maraca wondering why someone would throw it at me. After the show, we were ecstatic. We didn't know what to do with ourselves. We finally were reunited with John at the camp and he was just as wildly ecstatic as us. The concert started at 2:15 and didn't end until 4 and we were screaming and dazed with excitement until probably 6:30. John eventually went to bed, but Devin, Dylan and myself all stayed awake to marvel at the genius of what had just taken place. We were shocked. I barely said anything. Suddenly, Dylan exploded with excitement. "Dude... initials." He pointed at light engravings in-between the metal binding on the maraca and it spelled out these letters: "M-G-M-T". The maraca was thrown at me by the band! I didn't realize they had thrown it, and obviously no one else had, because of the show itself - and other reasons. I couldn't believe it. I had a piece of music history now. I show people the maraca all the time and explain the significance of it and everything. I never really wrote about the MGMT experience until now and I kind of know why: With anything that you experience in life, you can never give it justice with words. No words could ever explain the best and worst of feelings. People have tried, artists have tried, authors have tried, but that's all just an interpretation of how they think they felt. The MGMT concert was the single most exhilarating feeling I've ever had. I felt like I was a part of something big. A youth movement. A new generation of hipsters. If any youth changed that day, it was me. In other words, MGMT was the best concert I've ever been to lol and I'm seeing them in June in Columbus again! :D
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hmmm... Zooey Deschanel. Just.. look at her.
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