Dave+Tim+Angela=LOVE August 23, 2008

DAAAAAAAVEEEE!!! Oh my god!!! It was the best show ever. TIM REYNOLDS AS A GUEST?!?! I HAD NOOOOO IDEA!!! What an awesome treat. Greaaaat setlist, huh? Can’t wait for the Berekeley show!! Lover Lay Down was amazing. So was Ants Marching and Crush (of course). Everyone was shouting for #41, but no luck with that one. Stolen Away on 55th and 3rd….SOOOOOOOO chill. Dave, dave, dave. Marry meeee.

 

Bartender *
Old Dirt Hill *
Eh Hee *
Water/Wine Jam*
Sledgehammer *
So Damn Lucky *
Stolen Away On 55th & 3rd 
Crush *
Sugar Will *
#36/Everyday *
Ants Marching *
The Dreaming Tree *
Burning Down The House *
Lover Lay Down *
Corn Bread *
Two Step *
Encore:
Louisiana Bayou *
Don’t Drink the Water *

Guests:
All Songs With Tim Reynolds
All Songs With Rashawn Ross
* Jeff Coffin

 

Pictures:

 

 

Crush August 21, 2008

My mom sent me a text this morning asking me to choose between going to work and going shopping. Of course, I replied saying I was down for either. She chose shopping.

See, it should have been lovely. I was supposed to get clothes and shoes for work, but nothing fit! Everything was too loose or too saggy…and the whole time, my mom’s telling me I’m too skinny. She even said my toes were too skinny! I did walk out of there with two new pairs of shoes. One for work, one for me. Two new pairs in one day. That’s excessive…I don’t think I’ve bought two pairs total in the last 2-3 years. Ah, but I need these. Both my feet are so beat up and blistered from wearing my heals at work.

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In honor of DMB Eve ‘08, a Dave game!

“In this one sweet world, it’s a typical situation to two step too much to fill the space between rhyme and reason. If I had it all, I would have the best of what’s around, with ants marching, tripping billies, cornbread, and a crush. Everyday, we drive in drive out, trying to find grey street, but it’s the time of the season to be stolen away on 55th and 3rd. Lover lay down; where are you going?”  

How many songs are in that paragraph? (Answer under comments link!) :D

Indulgence August 17, 2008

+To be an indulgence. To have your self and your company, slow and chaotic as it may be, be an indulgence. What a treat.

+It should be that simple. Being with someone and knowing when to stay and when to go shouldn’t be complicated.

+Moreover, It should be certain. There should be no questions, no doubts, no hesitation. You should be sure.

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I tried Indian food tonight. So yummy. Next stop around the world: Iran.

MY REQUEST TO DMB August 16, 2008

Please play:

• SATELLITE (After all these years, I still haven’t heard live the first DMB song I ever listened to!)
• Granny
• Dreamgirl (Heard it at last year’s show, but I didn’t appreciate the song back then. Foolish me.)
• Long Black Veil
• LIE IN OUR GRAVES!!! (I’ve been wanting to see this one since the ‘03 show.)

Thanks.

Bag of Hammers August 16, 2008

I’ve lost my bag of rubber bands. I’ve looked EVERYWHERE! They’ve been gone for nearly two months now, which is far too long. I don’t want to run out and buy more because I know they’ll turn up somewhere…they have to! Hm…maybe I’ll jack a handful from work.

Loving Wings August 15, 2008

Joe was telling me how he got in a fight with Christine while they were in pb, and he was so mad he left. He didn’t drive there, but he couldn’t stay….so he walked back to La Jolla from PB. Hoooooly crap. Imagine: it’s the long stretch from pb bar and grill to get to Garnet; then it’s up Balboa to get to Genesee; then allllll the way down (and then up) Genesee to finally hit Nobel. That’s intense. Took him 2 hours. Although, apparently, that’s nothing for him cuz he’s biked from Long Beach to La Jolla. Ahhhhh. 11 hours + one train stop when the road was messed up.

 

I like taking walks at night, but it’s too scary walking alone.

 

Oh, Dave. Sing me to sleep. I need to get back into Dave mode. Hm…it’s one week until the concert. A different year’s DMB shirt each day to count down? Oh helllllll yeah. I think this is the first year I have enough shirts to do it! Hahaha. AWEEEESOMEEEEE.

 

Dang it. Deb. I forgot to call you back. Today was packed full and so stressful. Call me today any time before 7 PM. I might be in the middle of something, but I should at least be able to talk this time. Sorry sorry.

 

My heart was made of broken bones
My soul a bag of sticks and stones
Then you along this dusty road
Have come, my love, to take me home

 

You lightly lifted me away
Out of a darkness cold and gray
And I work beneath the midday sun
A cold blue water, you have come 

What About August 14, 2008

You were not what I needed
Was not drunk just defeated
So I stayed
And of course I don’t want you
Just wanted to know what you would say
And on my way home
I screamed I get it
And the sky screamed right back
So why’d you let it
Do you this way

 

Clothesline, clothesline for all to share
With the holes to my heart
Like the linen I wear

We August 14, 2008

In an email from my mother.

 

“There are many things in life that will catch your eye but only a few will catch your heart…pursue those…”

Gorgeous Thing August 14, 2008

So something’s been bothering me. For those of you who read this who actually know me well, does my heart beat too loud? Do I wear my heart on my sleeve? Do I give it all away?

Actually, I can answer that myself. Thinking about it, I do…I must. But then again, why not? Why wouldn’t you want to be honest about yourself to yourself and to others? 

I think I need to pull it together. I need to dig deep, deep, deep and find myself. I’ve lost it, I’m tired. I saw myself in my mirror when I didn’t have contacts in or glasses on…I look tired. I have the deepest, darkest circles under my eyes.

Things have been so stressful. Not just in obvious ways, but work has been driving me up a wall. Things aren’t as scary anymore, but there’s no easing fear. There’s a lot to accomplish in a short time. I don’t doubt I can do it, but it’s hard when I’m walking on egg shells. Oh, I also need to brush up on Spanish. Big time. it’s been like…2-3 years since I’ve really used it.

I don’t mean to be sad. I don’t mean to spoil the fun.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night forgetting I’m in my bed in my apartment.

Good night.

Gorgeous Thing August 13, 2008

I know what my problem is. I don’t make rational decisions. I still trust my emotions which is a childish thing to do. Ah, but so is going on swings, and I did that today and felt amazing. 

I’ve been discovering that there tends to be very fine lines in life. Very little gray. Concerned vs overbearing; wanting vs craving; unhappiness vs sadness.

I wish I had something that was my own.

I was thinking an orchid.

Chivalry August 11, 2008

She knows me..

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i could tell in the way
he did not kiss back
what’s the use in painting faces
you’re never gonna find a shade to match

well yours is a common name
and i hear it all the time
could belong to anyone
it could never be mine

i am tired
i am through
when i love i will love so hard
harder than i could love with you

there’s nothing in your eyes
but slightly amused
an offer of me you politely refused
is it that my heart beat too loud
is it that i did not bid it come down
your round about etiquette
you hold the door but you won’t let me in

i am tired
i am through
when i love i will love so hard
harder than i could love with you
harder than i could love with you

i won’t make you flex emotion
i won’t make you come a little closer
do what you want
don’t do it for me
what’s the use in chivalry

i am tired
i am through
when i love i will love so hard
harder than i could love with you
harder than i could love with you

i could tell in the way
he did not kiss back…

i could tell in the way

Yes, So On and So On August 10, 2008

I’m scared. I just realized that I have people around me, people that I open up to, who I really don’t know. I could be lied to every day and not have the slightest idea. Is it stupid that I give people the benefit of the doubt? Is it naive that I still believe in trust and honesty? Given that we all play so many roles and all have such complex identities and personalities, how do we know that what we see of people is sincere? What if we’re all just fucking around with each other? How would we ever know? Who would ever say it first?

 

I don’t regret that I started dating early. I wish I had dated different people…or perhaps just had different splits. I don’t know if I want to do the relationship thing again. I hate waiting to matter, yet I hate being the only thing to matter. I want balance. I want communication. Wanting is not enough though; I have to act. Yet, I can’t. Taking the first step seems impossibly difficult. It’s not that I don’t believe in love, but I don’t think it’s for me. I can’t.

 

Do you think children take after their parents? I definitely see parts of my parents in me; I’ve noticed my friends behaving like their parents. I hope I’m wrong about this though…

 

I think I’m just a pin cushion.

Tallymarks August 9, 2008

A couple days late, but this is the post I had a year ago on August 7th:

 

 

“And then, rather abruptly, she asks: “Do you think our love for each other is the same?”

“How do you mean?”
“Well, your images and your memories surely are not so much of yourself as they are of me, while I see only you and feel only you and speak only of you. And do you not, because you are a man, with a man’s sensibilities and a man’s body, have different sensations than I and therefore different recollections?”
“All lovers seek the illusion of oneness,” he answers. “But you are right. Most of a love affair is in the mind.”
“Is it?” she asks.
“Of course, there are the times when we are together,” he says. “When we express our love for each other. But do not these episodes but feed the true and ravenous lovers, which are the minds,  creatures unto themselves? So that love is not simply the sum of sweet greetings and wrenching partings and kisses and embraces, but is made up more of the memory of what has happened and the imagining of what is to come.”

-Anita Shreve, Fortune’s Rock”

Inside and Out August 8, 2008

• I just went through facebook in Chinese. So weird. Lol.
• My parents give me a lot of blueberries. The thing is, they go bad in a couple of days so you have to eat them fairly quickly. I’m a little girl…there are too many…and I don’t want to break out in hives. I already have spots all over me from mosquito bites (again….). Ahh. I do love blueberries though!
• My days have been relatively free since I haven’t had to tutor. Everyone’s busy with school, work or both! I’m not busy, just anchored.
• I’m pretty bummed. I realized that I won’t be able to sit in on all the classes I wanted…I forgot about tutoring for EDS.
• “My head won’t leave my head alone.”