In 24 hours I’ll be heading to Houston with my buddy Tash and her sister. So pumped and don’t know what to wear! Whatever, I’ll be seeing The Descendents and I couldn’t be more excited. Dance, dance, dance!

daughtersofdilla:

Going!

Last week was really hard and so this is the last time I really complain so I can get over it and have a great new week. Because March is awesome and I don’t feel like being down about it:

I missed one of my favorite bands, The Velvet Teen, three times in one week. Don’t ask me how that happened especially since one of their shows was actually held in San Antonio. Like right downtown, which is a 10 minute bike ride from my house. Nothing went as planned.

I even tried SXSW which I’ve attended once before and forgot that I don’t enjoy it at all. Austin is not a fun city anymore. It used to be the place I wanted to live and then something about its spirit died down. Not completely lost, mind you, but I know I’m better for not choosing that as my home after my time in Denver. In fact, Austin might be better for it considering what true Austinites want you to know, Visit Austin, Don’t Move Here. Sorry Austin but your condos have already been built and also SXSW featured a giant Doritos vending machine. So yeah.

Of course, this is inevitable progress and so I feel like the commercial aspect of it doesn’t make me completely upset. Sell it if you got it. But the people attending. Well, an obvious fashion show. Had to be seen and not see the bands. Look up from your phones, young people! The marching bands and buskers made the 5 hours I spent there much more bearable and the taxi drivers are nice. Especially if they know you’re from San Antonio. It makes you less tourist-y I guess. And I sat outside a packed venue to listen to Dev Hynes for a little bit. He sounded good but there was no way I was waiting in that line. I’ve done music festivals before and have enjoyed them thoroughly. However, SXSW doesn’t seem to be a music festival. It’s missing that feeling of a transient community most music festivals have to offer. Walk around, get stupid, look good while doing it and try not to pass out in the street. And if you happen to catch a new band who’s name you won’t remember tomorrow, well SUCCESS.

I was also sick for half of the week. The first 3 days I kept waking up a 5AM even though I go to sleep at 10:30. And the rest of the week I was just tired. I don’t know what’s wrong with my body but hopefully I’ll feel a 100% this week. There have been other depressing feelings but I’ll leave it at that.

To make up for what seemed like a lot of difficulties last week, I’ll share, above, the best twitter convo ever with Matthew Izen of TVT. I saw him and Casey Dietz after the show I missed and though I talked to them briefly, they were really nice, asked my name, and shook my hand. Genuine hearts. He had hoped I could go to their Flowerbooking showcase the next day which was not happening. But I thanked them via Twitter anyway and got this sweet reply. It means a lot and kind of gives me hope I’ll see them maybe sometime this year. And hopefully soon. I’ve never seen them live and all the missed chances were really upsetting. It made me feel like I’ll never see them. Now I have a little hope things will go better.

I also downloaded Santigold’s “Disparate Youth” and it made me feel better about a lot of things. I put it on repeat and let it move me. The lyrics are probably going on that list of most important ones in my life:

And then the dog had puppies. We’ve counted 4 so far but since she decided to go underneath the house to have them we can’t really tell. It’s really beautiful even if they are all slimy and slightly pink.

And so I feel good today. Not really good, but good and I’ll take that. I’m just going to try and enjoy the rest of the month and not get stressed out. I’m going to plan better (which may help me not fail so much as “not planning” is what ruined things), if I want something badly I’m going to take it but first, I’m going to take care of business. We don’t tell ourselves enough that everything will be OK. You think back at past difficulties and realize you made it through it. So why you trippin’ now? Everything will be OK, it’s not that big of a deal, and it won’t matter. Nothing matters but faith and love. So here goes the rest of March.

thesmithian:

[on the move]

Oh snap, just last night I was on an old school Ashanti kick! I even threw in some B2K for good measure and reminisced over the good days of 106 & Park with AJ and Free. Good times those were. No cussin’ in the freestyle battle!

I bought new rekkids! And am remembering why I don’t - mad expensive yo! But pretty excited about my personal listening party tonight. Warsaw (pre-Joy Division), Georgia Sea Island Singers (old Gullah songs and hymnals, just sweet Southern folk music), and Nina Simone live. Pumped, Pumped, Pumped! (Taken with instagram)