Posts Tagged ‘music’s the best ever’
Jack( previously mentioned FIVE year old) likes to use my phone sometimes, to play games.. but i guess he also likes to call friends and tell them when he done me wrong.:
found this whilst syncing my iphone:
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jack: Five years old….. trying to call gavin..his bff:
“Hi Gavin i dropped allison’s phone..isnt that funny? well.. sometimes it is.. ” max starts chattering …Jack continues
” I wanted to…”
that’s where it cut off….
..HE WANTED TO WHAT?
damn, i’ll never know
i got severly rawkstarstruck last night. i was driving with mr.billywirth, and we were driving down a side street of hollywerd blvd…when…i look over in the dark of the night and…
DUWDE
dg. the man . walking from some grammy party. by himself, all hot and smiling in the dark.
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genius
… use of an iPod;
oh.local newspaper:by the way…I am sooo ahead of you
same sorta headline sentiment, anyway.
awesome invention/adaption/link from dapreview.net
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music is.
best ever.
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it trumps every other bestever everytime.
bestever food, boys. .friends boyfriends..and anything …
EVER.
it is so awesome, that i wish i could crawl into some songs and just live there.
”where’s allison living these days?
oh she’s moved to that peter gabriel song , somewhere in us or your eyes”.
That would be awesome. like the aHa video. how rad. m theory? 11th dimension..well i think this is the twelth.
certain songs come with not just feelings ands landsacapes in my minds eye; but whole universes with dogs and houses and familys and streetlights and alot of other stuff.
fuck westside rentals, im looking on itunes for a new pad.
my own personal pergatory….
help
Iam stuck somewhere between my old version ‘fantasies’ and new, ..yet unrealized ,ones…hence: my own personal pergatory….
And by fantasies i mean what i wish for in my life ie:” i really want to be a fireman when i growup”…it referes to what i really ‘want’ for myself and /or can work towards .. and somewhere in the last few years a shit lot of who i thought i was and wished for has drastically shifted, seemingly without my verification….like if i find myself saying “oh i love chocolate, i want to own a chocolate factory oneday” , or,” i cant stand the cure ,they are queer.” i’m repeatedly noticing as the words tumble out, that i am , essentially, lying. Its force of habit in that its just a mode of reinforcing who i am, however teenage of a habit it seems ..its asserting indepence via opinion and taste..”oh you know allison creelman, she hates going to the movies, and wants to own a chocolate factory that never plays the cure”.. definitive statements that seem to have formed my vision for myself…and i did USED to love/loathe whatever it is im defining( or ranting about..)
till recently… Now alot of it doesnt even remotely resonate with me. case in point:
: i ALWAYs wanted tons of kids..never thought twice about it..and i used to feel terrible for older people who didnt have any…But i trully , at this point in my career as me, do not want to have a baby. not one or 3.
i just dont see it , it feels weird and foreign.When this shift happened and why, i havent a clue, but its very much true .
this may change but , for the time being im allgood with being auntie al.
i have dhlk, who is mostly a grownup now…and now there’s jack and max and a few other babies around that kwell any curiousity for me, for now.
Also, im not afraid of commiting to things or people anymore..i like to, in a general sense, have structure..somewhere to be, if u will.
it feells good to be / do what i say. i may be late for appointments and dates forever..but i like to structure some of my time ..it feels safer.(and this shift is big for me..bigger than the kid one)
another biggy:
i like working, but i don’t like my werk. i dont feel like its the thing i should be doing . at all. i like the tech side soooo much more than the design side. but it still all seems to leave me falling short..i dont have the inguienuity to thrive as designer…in that i am not specific enough in any one area of work.i am a problem solver for minor code tweeks…and as much as i do love this…creating routes around for broken things and applications…i m basically ..no
serious flash-as2 and oop ,little cocoa, underneath a little php, with just enough java script. all nestled into a new obsession with web standards and css possibilities… plus bonus (read:boring)abilities encoding video & setting up streaming servers to play it on…you need these little fixes , and everyone does…i m your person.but none of this is specific or definable, for me…see i cant seem to write a resume to save my life -or get me a job, for that matter. guess where this sort of skill base sounds kinda techy cool to ,say, my mom, but it leaves me in the postion of taking jobs to tweak broken websites, fix internet connections, setup email servers here..”fix ” the network here…re-encode some video a,ftp a bunch of stuff …or my personal fav:
just ‘whipping’ up a “quick” free flash site for friends ( nod to lono here, re earlier convo) .so its little piddly jobs or way bigger than i shoould say yes to , free jobs.
where does this leave me?
a little baffled as to why/ where/ how i ended up here…quite proud of the stuff i have self learn-ed but un satisfied.
i need input really.. i would love to hear suggestions. what am i missing , or overlooking, that will lead me down that golden path we are all supposed to find and follow?
help
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last sunday was the funnest . aj organized a bday thing for me at dragonfly. in doing so it took all the stress off me..and cause only 5 people came it was idealic..
j and a and mw and sgp al came. i couldnt believ j came..AND the best part is he brought jps..my mostfavorite person i never see. he is alway on tours..but in town for 2 days and we snagged him.. he is trully one of the greatest people i ever met. but unless he is with a family band..he is not around.Last time i saw him was his bday brunch,(which was hosted here ) in january
What a treat..he danced all night too..and hes super into the airband..i asked if hed be my drumtech..and he not only said yes..but had a whole plan with us eventually opening for thatBand..
I think everyone had fun..the post show comments made in the morning were bang on-..they saw and appreciated all the great front row awesomeness i oft talk about.. (Thought my crush on singer was pretty ironically funny.noone ever take sme seriously man.)
my life is weird. or more accuretly, i guess, life in general, is weird.
i live below 2 army rangers. as in US army special forces , both veterans of the war.
They are little boys, in that they are 22 and 23.
they are both my friends. Jf is like my brother.
tonight a friend of theirs, from their troop, arrived to visit for the weekend -
i brought them out to to a dumb-ish hollywood party.
the misconceptions i have of people was evident this eve.
i dance when i go to party’s clubs etc.
but not serious dance, i usually am in the best least crowded spot doing fun goofy moves w/ a friend( i have a list of my dancing friends -its very specific.) So these boys come meet us( im with/aj and cr ) and i assume they will need to be entertained and not want to dance-or be really bad embarrassing dancers…i made these assumptions because, in my head, if they were in the army ..they cant possibly “get it”
ie: be quick enuff to get into dance dumbness i do.
Oh how very wrong i was….. how naive i am..
they were immeadiatly on the floor with us…goofing and not being gross/embarassing.
actually being more fun on a dance floor than any guy in the hollywood vicinty…that i know.
(save for mw at ad )
AND we stayed up talking after and i came to realize alot more.
Mostly about the assiniity(?) my assumptions create and how elitist i am, with no good cause.
i think i may have missed out on alot of experiences, thus far in life due to this …must note and stay in awareness ….Oh and BTW:
friend visiting is hot. extremely. he reminds me of someone else.
someone who i think of too much..and musnt.
so maria is here scouring out the spiders and mould i have accumulated over the terrential downpour season ,( as apposed to rainy )
havent heard hide nor hair of mom. shitty.
..yesterday was interesting/cool. i offered up my house for jken to host a brunch for jp ‘s bday here ( JP doesnt live here, he’s from the NorthEast-but as is nature of the a long healthy rocknroll careeer – he has many friends/fam in hollywood)…random nice interesting.easy.
Although..i was a little worse for the wear at the start -jken called to start seting up just as i was 30 mins into a lite sleep…**remember?i was up fixxing my PBook alll night. -i bet i looked cute ….to the cool & odd assortment of JP’s LA based friends collected in.. friends/fam from varying tours arrived..No biggy , really, if it had been only these…a and d , dcr and his new friendee and t(* who , i just found out, lives in the same building as the BLACK DAHLIA lived in….how bill curtis cool is that?) kit wes….jk ab dloh etc….but there was one guitartech that arrived ..and seeing as i only ever seethese people at concerts …i was a little taken aback ..and then a certain guitarTech INTERUPT THIS POST FOR STORY REFFERAL *the boy from 2 falls ago, who was j’s guitar tech..and at some point during beg. of tour?or reheasals..i decided was my kinda sk8tr cute…no biggie- i crush in n out all day everyday..’cept..i ,at some point,then mention it on IM while they are away ..and jk(out of boredom..or maybe cause he was mid relashionshit..so he wtd friends to be too?)anyways..he tells me to come out on the road and visit.. ( this is how a rwkstar sets up his friends) …i do..(cause thats cool trip regardless of setup..)
except i pick the fricking week they’re in minneapolis…indiana, i think? mid west , regardless in REAL winter…and upon my arrival…The guy…he…(cute sk8tr guitar tech) …never… said …one…word to me. not one. From the moment i arrived to the day i departed..not hi even.
in hinde sight..i guess.. there is something about the boss of you on tour , telling you to like some girl hes bff with, and ..well…i guess that’s prolly kinda daunting/weird and perhaps OFF putting. )..
But…as the worldturnsout….. i ended up having the best trip, i think becuase , we were in such little earnest towns. canadain-ish.no one else was out visiting, so i got to do the passes for tf and stuff. of course my fake pretend boyfriend/funniest person ever was there too(jfr)…so it was fun. But eversince this trip – i ve felt mighty awkward -kind of a lot like the homely little sister of the cool guys-around guitarTechDude…ive only seen him at their shows ..maybe 4 more times.but to see him walk in to my living room, after i was up fixing the computer all night, expecting no former present or future crushes to arrive at all…..hmm. well i ll just say this thank J H christ-uffer that i no longer have a crush – cause otherwise i would be in a pit of unrest over this.* END OF REF STORY…
but… someone was cute to me yesterday…weird strange new crush on someone maybe? i m not telling anyone ; because my dear dotting friends/family with their over zealous need to figure out why i dont “date” like them…. either get so happy im liking someone that they overdue the PUSH.(see above).ahem..or they’ll shoot it down HARD- which sucks equally. i mean who wants to date someone yourfriends think is dumb.raison nuomere trois : why allison doesn’t date.
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PICTURE THIS, if you will:
YOU( or me in this scenario) have terrible mood-swing style PMS- and Agree to drive 4 LA based control freak friends (on American thanksgiving weekend), < from LA to san diego , to an arena rock-show..-and the be sure that all your above aforementioned passengers have maudlin leaning fondness for rockband playing show of which you speak.
Why are you driving them ..u ask?
well see.. u are THE conduit to said band -as in u are not just getting them there…you are their tickets and passport to that special vip status any good Angolan ..of the vip-hollywood corner expects.. you dont go to shows without access.. Ever.Especially not in somewhere faraway..like SD.
So you (and your PMS) are the one-2-know -
That special someone associated with said band and the passangers/ fans have laid their velvet rope high expectations: on YOU(with PMS).- to not only deliver them via southern california freeway on a holiday…but insure them their Hollywood citzen rights of VIP everything .got it?
k.. Arrive in sandiego and start attempting to call your conduit to vip- only to find your brand new hollywood digital phone service doesnt work past venice beach…?WHAT?
So with only your raging hormones guiding you (your passengers are useless past olympic blvd…they just smoke and wait for you to deliver)You somehow make it to the bohemth arena rock stadium..and gain contact w/ friend-in-band friend…BUt…as i mentioned a few times.. you and your pms self..well..you immeadiatley pick a fight with him.So, now..youve alienated your connection , and have a crew of fully disapointed ‘not good out of their elements’ Hollywood type group you transported nagging you to make up with him.. please ..cause they just want to meet/greet / get autograph blah blah…painfully and begriudging due to PMS..Somehow get it sorted to a point where they get in to see the show.. and get them backstage postshow-to the mythical party room..otherwise known as ‘meet n greet’).. get them their meetings/autographs..phewf..almost done eh?
oh no.. its not over for you yet..nooope.When saying byebye ( and apolgizing through grittd teeth to friend you lost it undesrvingly on) realize you have lost your ONLY set of car keys..Its 3 am…you’re 3 hours from home..have no credit card..you?That ‘group’ has no empathy/sympathy/ apathy…they all flee in next departing cars….as u get dropped off…in parking lot of some crack motel…30 dollars type–dont sleep or brush teeth- At first light.. find way to back to the parking structure where said vehicle is…****Remember you have no cell service…this is all via payphone and goodfaith***..wait for triple A-for 5 hours- only to have them tell you that they wont/cant tow your car..have another 2 hours wait for the paid tow truck…Arrive at the dealership just as they close…..only to be told the key will take approx. 1-2 weeks to be made…murphys law? mercury retrograde? ( PMS )shitfuckhellpisscrap.fuckemall.
Then have loving friends drive down in friday afternoon holiday southern california traffic to pick u up…( thnkU)..But wait…more:About 10 miles to far to turn back..
You realize ( silently of course..at this point) you left your phone( that didnt have service in area) at the dealership.
all true.And that my friends..is my worstcasescenario.