I mean Elvis didn't sleep with all those women because they were pretty.
Remember when you go to sleep tonight that you took your shirt off to sell a record today. Was it worth it now?
Not all musicians are sell outs.
Tom Wilson
played an amazing show
has been playing for 25 years
everyday he came in to sign autographs, stood by his cd's and was like thats a great cd you should probably not put it down ever again
and everyone he met he shook there hand asked there name
thanked them for coming to the show
and i'm like BAM! right there kids
learn from this right there.
or MBF for instance, when he came into the record tent all the volunteers fell in love because he was polite and actually helped with his own merch instead of watching volunteers do it
he got out the box
and started folding the t-shirts
can you imagine
I wonder if you realize how down you are? I wonder if you know how quickly this has come? It's like living with your shoes off. And no not because you're so wasted and lost them somewhere a few blocks ago and have no clue where you are in some random city.
It's like awkward tuning jokes. You know? That's good.
I just realized. He's 23. Your 25. Whole worlds apart. I mean that's two years. And the difference. It makes me really worry right now.
Doctor says to take tylenol and call him in the morning.
MBF says this is Jessica and then tells his entourage our story. Then his hands are bleeding. Then we hate bandaids because they aren't band aids. Then friend tells him that it's bad he forgot his words, then MBF throws a water bottle at him. Then the fan girls were like wtf is going on here? And I was like yeah this is chill join in.
Indie boy came in the other day. With the vest and flowery scarf. And we talked about music. And he was so happy to find someone to talk to about this amazing music. And I was happy to talk to him. And he was all I appreciate your time, have a good day Jessica.
I mean no where else have I found such love for music.
Be my personal shopper. Well we're sold out of MBF because I'd recommend you that if you like Mark.
That boy who walked in the other day. Had the flag on his face. And he wore it proud. And I told him I had the greatest respect for him. Why don't we appreciate each other anymore? What has stopped us from talking to people? Where is the wall we have built up? Call me a Comm-y. I'm done caring about your words. Words of hate. Words of drunkness. Words that mean nothing and never will. Words that hold us back. That bind us down. The chains. I think you forgot to mention that you're also chained to that fire hydrant. I have a feeling. Your never going to get down either. I'm stepping away. Don't sell out. Selling out is the worst thing you could ever do for your music. Also do a soundcheck before the show. That looks unprofessional and it ruins the magic of when you first walk out on stage.
So who here plays an instrument? Who plays sax and trumpet? Who brought their intsrument? Well come on up here and play a long. Look you're even wearing black shirts! That wasn't staged at all.
Be real with your audience.
What did the boxing champion say when he couldn't find his gloves?
Where are my championship gloves?
What did the semitruck driver say when he woke up to see that his trailer was gone?
Where's my trailer?
MBF your jokes are sooo bad.
It's the smile that steals it. The words that steal it. The beats that steal it. The pronunciation.
Justin Rutledge has his eyes and his voice that steal it.
Justin Rutledge jumped from the speaker. Right infornt of me and sang. No where else could that happen without him getting trampled. Seeing him play the smaller stage. I gained more respect then when I saw him at the mainstage.
Tom Wilson talking to me about his CD's getting lost, how all he wanted was a cigarette and water, that he really has nothing to complain about, his family is healthy, his music is always with him.
You gain respect.
If you show respect.
If you pounce like the fan their always expecting. Sometimes not expecting. It scares off the conversation. And I'd rather talk. About anything.
I think this is over now.
I know it is.
I'm not letting you hold this back.
I'm going this weekend.
I'm trying to unwind myself.
To get away from what you call confinement.
I believe its the people and place that finally forces you to close in on yourself. Maybe I'm placing blame. So what? Who hasn't?
People say your adive I seek leads me nowhere in particular. That's why you must take everything with a grain of salt. And always still make your own decisions.
Am I healing? Everything's healing. But nothing will ever be healed. The wounds always open. Always bleeding all over a white shirt. Always changing. Always moving. Always smiling. Always needing to experience what I can grasp at. If it's out there I'll find it and conquer it and challenge it.
If it rains tomorrow. Do I consider that a sign? I never go back. But I'm going back.
I was standing there. And there you were. On the other side of some flimsy plastic fence. You were right there. And I didn't know what to do. I miss you. You helped me through it. I'll remember that. I don't think you know that. You saved my life.
I bought that CD. I had to. You know I did.
Is this going someplace? No. But I am.
Love,
Live with Change.
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