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"Garageland Regales Us With Tales From The Flannel Aisle"
The real confession here? Garageland moved Portland before it was cool and mainstream, so he could follow a bunch of obscure bands around. Next thing, he'll be telling us he moved out there on his fixed gear bicycle.
Not true. While it isn't the mecca it is today, it was a hipster city. Sleater-Kinney, Quasi, Tight Bros. From Way Back When. It was over run with skinny jeans and Romulan haircuts. I lived in a house that had one of those old-timer one room schools that was made into a venue. I rode my bike everywhere. Powell's bookstore, a decent record store on every corner, and I could get a shot of espresso with a slice of pizza. It really was a perfect time. I just happened to get there before the fallout.
What the fuck are you people doing with your lives?!?!?!
I'm guessing it's a matter of where we live, since we're all outside the south.
Elliott Smith was born in Nebraska, lived most of his life in Portland, Oregon and died while living in Echo Park. What does us being from the South benefit our ability to have heard of him?
Open confession: much of my life today can be traced back to sneaking into a pro wrestling chat room back in the late 90s. A few links on the chain later, I found out and played some wrestling related game and joined its message board. One of the people on there lives in Tullahoma and talked about this amazing music festival in Tennessee called Bonnaroo. It looked awesome and I wanted to go. In 2009 I was unemployed and didn't make it. For 2010, I had jobs leading into that Spring. I got canned from one in March, and bought the Bonnaroo ticket within an hour of getting home afterwards.
Until about 2004, I listened to nothing but rap and the occassional 80s music I grew up with. From people I encountered along the way with the wrestling stuff, my music tastes evolved. I got into southern rock and blues. First things were the North Mississippi Allstars and RL Burnside, most notably. Things just progressed from there.
I watched wrestling from the late 90s to about 2004 or 2005. I just outgrew it and stopped about 10 years ago. I'm still on that other forum from time to time, but stick to the sports, music, and politics/news sections.
I'm guessing it's a matter of where we live, since we're all outside the south.
Elliott Smith was born in Nebraska, lived most of his life in Portland, Oregon and died while living in Echo Park. What does us being from the South benefit our ability to have heard of him?
Musicians aren't only popular where they are from, guy. Maybe he was more popular down there.
I'm guessing it's a matter of where we live, since we're all outside the south.
Elliott Smith was born in Nebraska, lived most of his life in Portland, Oregon and died while living in Echo Park. What does us being from the South benefit our ability to have heard of him?
For what it is worth...he either played quite a bit in the south or my experience was just a chance happening. I remember seeing him at least twice play at Mooses Music Hall (formerly The Library) in the mid to late 90's. At that time I was a pretty casual music fan, but I certainly do remember those shows.
Elliott Smith was born in Nebraska, lived most of his life in Portland, Oregon and died while living in Echo Park. What does us being from the South benefit our ability to have heard of him?
Musicians aren't only popular where they are from, guy. Maybe he was more popular down there.
That's right. Keep grasping at straws to excuse your ignorance. He played shows in San Diego too.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
The real confession here? Garageland moved Portland before it was cool and mainstream, so he could follow a bunch of obscure bands around. Next thing, he'll be telling us he moved out there on his fixed gear bicycle.
Not true. While it isn't the mecca it is today, it was a hipster city. Sleater-Kinney, Quasi, Tight Bros. From Way Back When. It was over run with skinny jeans and Romulan haircuts. I lived in a house that had one of those old-timer one room schools that was made into a venue. I rode my bike everywhere. Powell's bookstore, a decent record store on every corner, and I could get a shot of espresso with a slice of pizza. It really was a perfect time. I just happened to get there before the fallout.
Ha, I know. I did a tour of the Pacific Northwest in '99 with my parents and loooooved all the weirdos and hipsters and hippies and overall funky feel. The dream of the '90s is alive, indeed. Powell's Books was my jam. I remember Portland having such a chilled out vibe, but maybe I'm just contrasting that with the other stops on that trip (Seattle, where the WTO riots were happening, and Vancouver, where I watched a guy get carjacked on my first night there).
And since this is the confession thread, adolescent me got married at the 24 Hour Church of Elvis in Portland... to myself. Because I'm just so awesome, I'm fully committed to spending my life with me.
Post by crazykittensmile on Oct 17, 2016 10:11:12 GMT -5
I have a really hard time being friends with girls. I find an overwhelming majority of girls really annoying. I think i'm hypercritical of them and that makes me feel guilty, like i'm some huge douchebag. Any girl that I would like to be friends and connect with either have boyfriends that turn them into the annoying type, or I build this wall because I'm afraid of being too familiar and overstepping boundaries and hurting my friends.
I've had three major relationships in my life and they've all turned out really badly. The first one cheated on me several times on several occasions and it ruined my self esteem for way too long. The second one turned out to be a pathological liar and I feel stupid for not catching on earlier. She got pregnant, and I'm like 95% sure it was on purpose, but I somehow got out of that situation. I feel guilty for it turning out in my favor although I'm super happy that it did. The third was an amazing person. I don't know what happened but I started spiraling out of control and committed some self harm for the first time in my life. I ruined that relationship so badly that we haven't spoken a word to each other in over 6 months. I think I've gotten mostly over it but I still miss her a lot and although I recognize that I really fucked things up I still feel like she contributed but never accepted any responsibility. A part of that is that I think our mutual circle of friends never called her out on it. Or maybe they did and it was just kept private, which I think is appropriate. But ever since I feel like people are only friendly with me on a shallow level, like they're just keeping up appearances because it's the "nice" thing to do. I feel like they all value her friendship over mine. I've actually always struggled with the thought that my friends just tolerate me instead of actually enjoying my company, and that whole situation brought that back.
I don't know. I'm scared because I think of the saying "if you meet assholes all day, you're the asshole" and it makes me think that all of this is somehow my fault or my doing. I'm doing okay and some days are better than others. I want to be happy and I really try to be, but some days I'm just in a bad mood that I can't seem to shake. It bothers me because I used to be a positive person. I just want things to get better.
TL;DR: I've experienced pretty normal relationship stuff that everyone goes through and I feel like an overemotional sap because I let it get to me. I don't have many friends to talk to about this stuff so hence the long winded "confession"
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
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Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Post by billypilgrim on Dec 30, 2016 13:16:45 GMT -5
I was at a Karl Denson show on Tuesday, and he played a cover of "Express Yourself" by Charles Wright and the Watts 103rd St. Rhythm Band, but because I was trying to show off, I told my friends it was by Charles Wright and the Watts 110th St. Rhythm Band. Understandably, I'm mortified. I am, however, able to take some comfort from the song's lyrics, particularly:
"It's not what you look like, when you're doin' what you're doin´. It's what you're doin´ when you're doin´ what you look like you're doin´! Express Yourself!"
I'm not dealing with this cancer thing well. at all. I don't think I've been too destructive. but fuck.
I still think about katbur constantly prior to knowing this diagnosis for my Aunt post-Thanksgiving. But I don't know how to process this event when this aunt is the one that is most like me in the family -- and wants no one to think about her suffering and thus why things are so bad.. and ::feelings vomit::
I'm not dealing with this cancer thing well. at all. I don't think I've been too destructive. but fuck.
I still think about katbur constantly prior to knowing this diagnosis for my Aunt post-Thanksgiving. But I don't know how to process this event when this aunt is the one that is most like me in the family -- and wants no one to think about her suffering and thus why things are so bad.. and ::feelings vomit::
I don’t know the entirety of your situation, but cancer just sucks. I lost one of my best friends a few years ago to it. When she had first been diagnosed in 2010 I drunk texted her some sobby BS and she laid me out. She was the toughest person.
But I guess all I can really say is just try and spend as much time as possible with them.
I'm not dealing with this cancer thing well. at all. I don't think I've been too destructive. but fuck.
I still think about katbur constantly prior to knowing this diagnosis for my Aunt post-Thanksgiving. But I don't know how to process this event when this aunt is the one that is most like me in the family -- and wants no one to think about her suffering and thus why things are so bad.. and ::feelings vomit::
I don’t know the entirety of your situation, but cancer just sucks. I lost one of my best friends a few years ago to it. When she had first been diagnosed in 2010 I drunk texted her some sobby BS and she laid me out. She was the toughest person.
But I guess all I can really say is just try and spend as much time as possible with them.
Yes, the problem is that I need to go to Florida and you know how that is for me as a freelancer. I know my parents will help some because it's important - but I also feel so conflicted because I haven't even gotten to the point of crying yet. I just am still living in shock. knowledgeable shock but fuck.
but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal. 
