So I have recently become a fanboy of a local band. I first saw the Albrights when they played at Nietzsche's during Pride. It was one of the best live performances I've ever seen. Since then, I have gone to a few of their other shows and I plan on going to see them at Canalside when they open for Fitz and the Tantrums. *gush*

The problem is that their EP doesn't capture the intensity their live performance, or have the production level this band deserves. So when I share their music with people they find it enjoyable, but are not able grasp how god damned good they are. You just need to see them live. You will be hooked.

They have a new CD coming out in a few week. I'm buying it. Here's the first released single available streaming on bandcamp. This so is crazy catchy and well done. Still see them live sometime. Trust me.

If I could equate this particular song obsession to any other song obsession, I would say I'm in the 23rd hour of Happy and still going strong.

Soundwave

My free time is quickly becoming consumed by music. I'm either playing an open Mic, practicing, or thinking about practicing. I only complain because this was all very unexpected. It's nice to finally have the confidence to share this part of me with people and to have so much support from so many wonderful people.

I've been working on a whole bakery of new songs, and figuring this all out as it goes. I've realized I really like pretty dissonance, vague lyrics, and catchy (but not quite pop-y) melodies. I really have no way to gauge how enjoyable my songs are. I will admit I come face to face with a lot of self doubt when I'm writing. I'm not one to dig for compliments or seek validation. I just write things that are very personal and difficult to share sometimes. Oooff, I hate vulnerability. It's stupid.

I'm gonna share with you all the lyrics to a new song I will hopefully start performing next week:


I left myself in the room where I used to host dinner parties
Drifted away on a black plane
Caught as a falling fleck in a landslide
Caught in a crooked carousel ride

There was a time I didn't give a thought to blind entwine
Today I walk the streets and life no longer seems complete,
No longer seems neat
No longer seems so squeaky clean.
There was a time I was happy.

It's been 100 days
It's been 100 days
We all look the same

Today I played my first game of football since last November. It rained, it hailed, the entire field was a pit of mud. It was absolutely perfect. I almost forgot what it felt like to be on a sports team. It's really gratifying to have people cheering you on and stuff when you're all working together.

I joined a new team this season and it's a lot less organized. It's fun to not feel like everything is a business transaction. However, the rest of the team only expects the female players to sit as fillers. It's annoying, but by the end of the game they started realizing that if they treated me as a useful player I would be...well, useful. Man I love sports.

Yeah!

Last night I was exercising. I haven't been able to exercise as much as I like due to a football related knee injury that happened last september. I am going a little stir crazy because I used to run an hour a day, plus yoga, plus strength training, plus team sports twice a week. I'm wearing a lovely strapless purple dress to the purple party and I am self conscious about my arms and back. In the past 2 years I have lost over 70lbs and my skin is still loose and saggy. Not that I really have anything to worry about since I'm as hot as fried eggs still on the skillet. Or lava rocks.
Anyways, I was on the floor doing bicep curls with my resistance bands at 12:30am last night while catching up on Lost Girl and the band slipped and smacked me in the face. Right across my eyes. It took me ten seconds to stop seeing stars and realize what happened. I had a dark cloud in the lower corner of my eye and started freaking out thinking I was going blind. I was smacked pretty darn hard. I eventually got my vision back, but everything out of my left eye was blurry. I could feel swelling but didn't see any. When I closed my eyes everything was a bright blue. Fuck.
This morning I (reluctantly) called my eye doctor about the trauma and (luckily) they were in the office today to check it out. Nothing major, just a swollen retina and cornea. Have to wear sunglasses for the next few days and everything looks weird. I am so clumsy.