stuff & things

persona la ave, aka the lovely rachel levy and mister dylan dawkins, tore it up at silverlake’s tribal cafe on monday.  (click the pic for pics)

there are certain instances in life when what is really true about the world comes smashing into your small, naive existence and suddenly you see things for the ugly, unmerciful things they are. people aren’t always who they seem. things don’t always go the way you expect. i’ve been seeing so much good in the world lately that maybe i was due a little reality check. i can’t blame myself too much for my innocence sometimes. i grew up in a world where trustworthiness was assumed. i’ve been conditioned to see the best in people.

sometimes there is no ‘best’ in people. sometimes their worlds have been so fucked up that all they know are those dark corners where they fought to stay alive. people hide. people lie. people hurt. but my being reminded of all this has renewed my ability to recognize truth. and in turn i’ve had my eyes keenly opened to the beauty of the innocence left in the world; that childlike wonder that exists in all of us before we ever have to experience the pains of living and growing.

life is beautiful and fucked all at the same time. and i’m starting to think that maybe it’s our ideals in life that keep us from drowning in the reality of what is real. or maybe i still have a little bit of innocence left in me still..

either way, it’s a mad mad world.

well i don’t really know how to even talk about the music that has ravaged my ears this past week.  i told my best friend today, ‘i think i’m in actual love with music.  it makes my heart burst and spill.’  and it’s true.  if i could marry music and have it’s babies i probably would.  

but it wasn’t even just the music that got to me this week.  it’s been the people behind it all.  from the guys in the bands to the guys putting together great shows like this, these are all some of the most genuine people i’ve met and had the pleasure of getting to know.

i’ve found it hard to speak this week.  not because there’s nothing there, but because there’s so much there that all i can do is sit and wait for it to all come gushing out in an uncontrollable swell.  i suppose this is why i’ve always found some sort of solace in taking pictures.  i don’t have to say anything really, and i can just let my eyes do all the talking.  most times that’s easier for me.  this week it was a little of both, and my heart was just spilling..

(click the photo to see pics from the show)              

this last week has been filled with some greatly amazing people and some even more greatly amazing music, made by those said people.  i’ll be posting some more photos from the above show, which basically altered the state of my heart and mind, shortly.  

(luv to gobble gobble for causing the above) 

the other night i had the immense pleasure of seeing teen daze, kites sail high, and gobble gobble do their thing up at a house party in the hollywood hills.  needless to say, my mind was blown in ways i never even thought possible.  if you too would like your mind altered and your heart exploded, then come by thesex downtown tonight to see them destroy lives yet again.  here’s a few shots i got from the other night.. love you guys!

gobble gobble gets the crowd goin’ like its 1999.. 

kites sail high make the sky open up.. 

jamison’s got timmy in a teen daze… 

oh and did i mention ghostanimal hit us with an acoustic blast?!  well he did.

love everything you guys are doing.  hearts all around. 

this morning i had a moment of pure and utter contentment while sitting in the sun at buzz coffee. it was a kind of happiness that made my skin fit a little better, the kind that made the whole entire world suddenly become twenty times more alive than it had been. it’s strange for me to write about this kind of feeling. it’s been so long since living has done anything but hurt. the fact that i can wake up in the morning and not feel like there’s been a huge rock on my chest all night is becoming more normal. i can breathe again. i can register happiness when i experience it now. i seem to be having more and more moments like this; where everything seems to be how it should be, if even for a moment. and now i’m driving home at 3 in the morning, tom jones is playing on the radio and i can’t help but begin to burst at the seams a little. everything is just so damn beautiful, and i think just maybe there is no limit to how wonderful i could let this stupid little thing called life be..