Hey there. How's it going?
What's that? Oh, yeah -- no bigs. Just me four feet away from Ben Gibbard and John Roderick at Bimbo's in San Francisco this past weekend.
Right? Obviously. Of course it's bigs. While a lot of my rockstar interaction has shifted to "file under: things I have gotten used to since moving to Seattle" and all, being front row for a stellar show is still being front row for a stellar show. And being able to do it con camera just takes it all right over the top.
They tell me that after I've lived here for a while that I won't geek out as much. Frankly, my inner cassette tape-playing radio station-calling fifteen year old is still pretty stoked to be here -- I honestly hope I never lose that part. Somehow I don't think I will. This is just way too much fun.
Oh, PS: San Francisco is really pretty. I hear it's also really expensive, but still.
The week prior to Bimbo's, I had the pleasure of seeing Monsters of Folk (Thursday) and Grizzly Bear (Friday) in two of Seattle's awesome, quasi-posh sit-down theaters. MoF was wonderful, although the crowd left a bit to be desired -- I do loves me some M. Ward though, and subsequently will put up with a lot to listen to him fill up a room with sound. Grizzly Bear was sans photo pass, but with so much... everything. It felt like I was inside a dream with however many other people fit into the Moore, getting annihilated with amazingness song after song after song. Not exaggerating / kidding.
Whoopsie. Almost forgot to mention Austin City Limits. I can't write a single word more about it, but you can catch up on my meanderings here. I'm particularly enamored with day two, by far the favorite of the weekend (plus the Girl Talk mud festival on Sunday night).
And for anyone who's keeping score: Chris Pureka = bliss. I couldn't shut up about it.
And last, but by no means least, I did a series of shots of this new display hanging-system thing we have in the lobby of our building at work. I'm not quite sure if my boss ever even saw these, or what's going to happen with the pictures, but I'm pretty happy about how they came out.
I think that's quite enough for one post. Now that we've officially entered the hibernation zone out here in the PNW, I'm hoping to get back to my weekly (or bi-weekly, at worst) Tuesday posts.
Coming up: pulling an overnight at WaMu, Pinback, Blind Pilot, calling shotgun on Wilco, NaNo "holy shit it's November" o, Laura's show, and more getting organized than you can shake a stick at. I might even update the real dot com, imagine that! It would likely behoove you to stay tuned.
Love & other indoor sports,
Victoria
Right? Obviously. Of course it's bigs. While a lot of my rockstar interaction has shifted to "file under: things I have gotten used to since moving to Seattle" and all, being front row for a stellar show is still being front row for a stellar show. And being able to do it con camera just takes it all right over the top.
They tell me that after I've lived here for a while that I won't geek out as much. Frankly, my inner cassette tape-playing radio station-calling fifteen year old is still pretty stoked to be here -- I honestly hope I never lose that part. Somehow I don't think I will. This is just way too much fun.
Oh, PS: San Francisco is really pretty. I hear it's also really expensive, but still.
The week prior to Bimbo's, I had the pleasure of seeing Monsters of Folk (Thursday) and Grizzly Bear (Friday) in two of Seattle's awesome, quasi-posh sit-down theaters. MoF was wonderful, although the crowd left a bit to be desired -- I do loves me some M. Ward though, and subsequently will put up with a lot to listen to him fill up a room with sound. Grizzly Bear was sans photo pass, but with so much... everything. It felt like I was inside a dream with however many other people fit into the Moore, getting annihilated with amazingness song after song after song. Not exaggerating / kidding.
Whoopsie. Almost forgot to mention Austin City Limits. I can't write a single word more about it, but you can catch up on my meanderings here. I'm particularly enamored with day two, by far the favorite of the weekend (plus the Girl Talk mud festival on Sunday night).
And for anyone who's keeping score: Chris Pureka = bliss. I couldn't shut up about it.
And last, but by no means least, I did a series of shots of this new display hanging-system thing we have in the lobby of our building at work. I'm not quite sure if my boss ever even saw these, or what's going to happen with the pictures, but I'm pretty happy about how they came out.I think that's quite enough for one post. Now that we've officially entered the hibernation zone out here in the PNW, I'm hoping to get back to my weekly (or bi-weekly, at worst) Tuesday posts.
Coming up: pulling an overnight at WaMu, Pinback, Blind Pilot, calling shotgun on Wilco, NaNo "holy shit it's November" o, Laura's show, and more getting organized than you can shake a stick at. I might even update the real dot com, imagine that! It would likely behoove you to stay tuned.
Love & other indoor sports,
Victoria
