hey guys..well this weekend was the best weekend of my life!Radiohead 2 nites in a row!FANTASTIC@@got at the festival at 12:30 pm with my friend kenny AKA radioheadlive and just stayed there the whole entire day! under the HOT SUN! no food, no :bathrooms break!!! almost 9 hours standing there waiting for them.BUT it was worth while!Best seat of the housebest part of all this is that Radiohead played my FAVORITE SONG CLIMING UP THE WALLS and MR.Yorke had on those SEXY RED PANTS!!!I want to thank all the WASTE CENTRAL friends that Recognise me at the festival.. It was awesome to finally meet you guys!!ALso the new FRIENDS that I've meet .. you guys are the best crowd I've ever been! thanks for the good vibes!NEW PHOTOS AND VIDEOS !! on the way I'll promise!
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So here's what we did.. Went to Blossom Music Center in Cleveland.. We were in the pit.. and so close to Jonny.. well.. It was amazing!Then I decided it would be prudent to go to Montreal, as it's only 4.5 hours from here. Why not? So I talked my husband into it and off we went. We were well away on the lawn, but it was a different experience and I'm so glad we went!So two amazing shows this week and all I can think about is when I can go again. lol We shall see.. how far is Toronto? (May family may mutiny!)I'm so very happy.
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While checking the news, this morning, - as usual...is it how I begin every post ?!? - below the fuss around the Olympics, I found an article asking if anybody remembered what happened 63 years ago.I have to admit, I didn't notice the date the last few days. Is the fact that there's a birthday in my family between the two dates an excuse ?Is it a coincidence ? I was idling on the web yesterday, planning my trip to Japan (trying to silence the little voice saying "what about carbon emissions for such a loooong flight ?"), checking distances between some of the cities I would like to visit. Especially I wanted to see if going to Gunkanjima was feasible, and, it isn't. If I take care of the law, that is. But I'm not the reckless type (not when I might face prison in a country where I don't speak the language fluently enough to tell the cops to fuck off) so... maybe in a few years I'll think differently -and speak better Japanese. Maybe I have time left and maybe I'll go there. Pfff. I haven't left yet and I'm already thinking about next time (idiot !).Anyway, back to the matter at hand, the date. And the trip.I'm really glad I'll be able to go to Hiroshima. Nagasaki would be a bit too far, so we won't go there, a shame. But still, I've heard and read so many things about Hiroshima that I might be more impatient to go there than to clean out Akihabara.So...google-ing Hiroshima gives no suprise on the first links.It's really... disturbing ... reading those stories of those people - kids, soldiers, nurses, poets - , the majority of whom had absolutely nothing to do with the conflict, transcribing with such accurate details the sick experiment they were part of (especially the way American """"""doctors"""""" treated them). I have had the honor of hearing the story of a Hibakusha, Mrs Hashizume Bun, a Japanese poet, who was 14 and living in Hiroshima in 1945. She told us about what had happened, and trust me, reading about the bombing and side effects and hearing it, hearing this small old woman with her tiny little shaking voice talking about the PikaDon and telling the story of her hair burning because she didn't have the strength to move away from the fire is something I am not sure I want to experience again. Too much for me. Some of the things she told are carved in my mind, and I don't think I will ever forget them.And still... The people from Hiroshima haven't stopped living. They aren't burying themselves in painful memories like so many with tragic history tend to do (who you consider in this category, individuals or people, is up to you. Not gonna start another argument about opportunism and indecency). The other side of it is the ignorance of the survivors' suffering, who are the living evidence of Japan's defeat ; some of them are ashamed of being a Hibakusha. Survivor's guilt ? Strange culture.Happy anniversary being obviously inappropriate, I'll finish with Tamiki Hara's last words.Engraved in stone long ago,Lost in the shifting sand,In the midst of a crumbling world,The vision of one flower.Read more…
hey buddies.. well I'm heading out i n an hour! 4 long hours drive!I will keep you posted ...with blogs and photos of the event!Thank to everyone on wishing me well!!I Love you all!
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'The Liar' by Stephen Fry.'Moab is my Washpot' by Stephen Fry.'Bigger than Hitler, Better than Christ' by Rik Mayall'The Catcher in the Rye' by J.D. SalingerAND SEE.... 'The Dark Knight' (It lives up to the hype)
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Yes were you @ Aras Main Square ? Have you see something ? Was the sound good ? THE BAND WAS GOOD ? THE SET LIST ? enough toilets ??? GIMME AN ANSWER. YOU CAN DO IT IN FRENCH ...
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Если Thom набрать на русской раскладке, то получится .... Ерщь. По-моему, очень точно. Особенно если вместо Е поставить Ё. Но тогда уже не получится Thom.
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Happiness is catching the Sigur Rós @ MoMA concert, completely by accident! [Much love and serious respect for Current.]Happiness is also Jónsi's feathery headdress. Seriously. Jónsi has more style than he knows what to do with. The man wears glitter on his face, for goodness' sake. So much awesome.I think I have a thing for guys with wonky eyes... who sing in falsetto... *ponders on Thom and Jónsi*Oh lord, the fangirl in me has slipped out. *runs away*
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If you have been rejected many times in your life, then one more rejection isn't going to make much difference. If you're rejected, don't automatically assume it's your fault. The other person may have several reasons for not doing what you are asking her to do: none of it may have anything to do with you. Perhaps the person is busy or not feeling well or genuinely not interested in spending time with you. rejections are part of everyday life. Don't let them bother you. Keep reaching out to others. Keep reaching out to others. When you begin to receive positive responses, then you are on the right track. It's all a matter of numbers. Count the positive responses and forget about the rejections." ~ Stanley Donwood & Doctor TchockI read this quote today and realized that everyone loses it. I can't imagine being a hyper-successful at anything because I cannot imagine that many people will "get" what I have to give. As a writer your main stock and trade are a lack of confidence and constant rejection so to see the otherside would be mindblowingly confusing. anyway read if you like comment if you choose.
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I had to drive six hours to Indiana last night to see the show, and though it was COMPLETELY worth it, it would have been cool if they played in MI.
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hello. my lovely w-a-s-t-e-rs!undoubtedly, i'll get round to telling you of my latest adventures around the edinburgh festival (the link below is usually where i post them first - so go there!). meanwhile, also from that site, is another true-life tale of my uselessness. enjoy!TAKEN FROM - www.stevebeagrie.comOne of the things I’m famed for is my ability to unintentionally get myself into bizarre situations in public places (not saying exactly what, my mum might read this). I have a knack for this, just as I have a knack for saying the worst thing at the wrong moment. Anyway, I’m standing at the bus stop this morning (people who know me well enough will already know the famous bus stop story, no need to cover that shameful incident again) and there’s this lady, who works in an office next to said bus stop. Anyway, in recent weeks, she’s started smiling and saying hello. At first, I assumed I had food stuck to my mouth, but that’s highly unlikely. At least more than once. Not every day, for a fortnight, surely?Anyway, she’s rather nice (maybe a wee bit older than me but, being in my thirties, I can never work that out anyway) and who doesn’t like having attractive people smiling at them? Nobody, that’s who. I suspect she knows me from somewhere but, for the life of me, I have no idea who she is. No matter, we’re too far into the smiling and hellos fo me to embarrass myself with the old;“Yeah, and what was your name again?”Been there, done that. Besides, I may still have food stuck to my face or, worse, a snotter (!) You may think I’m being overly paranoid here but there remains a definite edge to the whole smile. To compound this, two of her colleagues usually walk past around the same time and give me a look like I’m some sort of scumbag (you know, like I’m Ian Huntley, and I’ve offered to bathe their kids - that look). I suspect they must all have been on a works night out on one of the many occasions I’ve made a public tit of myself.Perhaps I got my willy out? You never know, that seems to evoke disgust in two thirds of women, so the statistics support that theory. Sorry, mum, if you’re reading this. Anyway, my glacier-slow approach to making new friends seemed to be going along nicely (though I still, for the life of me, can’t place her). Anyway, she comes up to me this morning as I’m fiddling with my malfunctioning headphones. My almost socially-acceptable technological guard down, she approaches me and says;“Hi, I’m sure I know you from somewhere?”Not the most original thing I’ve heard. The accent throws me totally (she’s not local) and I’m certain I have no memory of this woman, beyond smiles and bus stop hellos. Oh, and this new social interaction! Argh! Better say something! So I did;“Yeah, I’m the guy from the bus stop.”Seriously, not a word of a lie. You’ve heard of wanting the ground to swallow you up? I’d have settled for the bus being on time, just the fucking once. She looks at me blank, the famous Beagrie charm isn’t working, say something else. Something witty and engaging;“I don’t see how, unless it was on Crimewatch!”Mental note. New people don’t get my “humour”. This is probably why I avoid new people like the plague. Anyway, I recovered enough from this bad start (she didn’t run away), but I still have no idea who she is, or how I can get round the whole name thing. In these internet-ruled days, I suppose i could google (stop giggling, you’re disgusting!) her work and see if they have a website, or something. That is pretty weird though, in a cyber-stalker way. Needless to say, I’ll doubtless get drunk and approach her in the pub, that’s probably what happened the last time. Everyone at work got a good laugh at my tale, including the woman next to me who said, in her usual,sympathetic tone;“Ask her to drop her pants, maybe you’ll recognise her then!”What do people think of me? That I’m like The Legend? In fact, is it too late to make out this story is about The Legend? Better not, or The Legend will make me get the bus to work tomorrow…sad, but entirely true. in other news, the nutter at my work has started making kissy-faces at me again and i am about to trade in my tortured-artist mattress on the floor for a bed! now, all i need is a matching mattress for it.once again, why do i tell you these things? because i love you.feel that love.steve x.
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