Sunday, January 16, 2005
Scream Laughs and Sighs
(Opening this entry with words that are so appropriate in so many ways that it just needs to go here.)
Put miles on shoe soles
She thought of breasts
Partly equal quest
Past tragedy
Ultimately okay
Did you learn it?
And I think so
I thought
He earned it
Rewarded
Post disregard
Did you, did you want it?
Cry wolves and birds
Did you, did you earn it?
Scream laughs and sighs
Did you, did you want it?
Cry wolves and birds
Did you, did you earn it?
Scream laughs and sighs
Sneak up on me
But I'll bust you regardless
We'll laugh
She wants tomorrow
He's okay for now
Write another one down
He'll stop wanting more
But will he?
Smack us around!
It's fun.
Did you, did you want it?
Cry wolves and birds
Did you, did you earn it?
Scream laughs and sighs
Did you, did you want it?
Cry wolves and birds
Did you, did you earn it?
Scream laughs and sighs
- "Roadside Rave" by The Great Fall
I'm breathing two huge sighs of relief today. Chronologically, the first sigh of relief is in response to our amazing show on Thursday. From the moment we stepped on stage and kicked off the show with Roadside Rave, (which, incidentally is about the wave of relief that hits after being remarkably stressed out), til the last note of Exit Signs, The Great Fall rocked out with confidence and talent that felt so good, that I can't even describe it. Although the audience was very small, and mostly eighties metal and/or Limp Bizkitesque rap/rock music fans, they seemed receptive to our sound, and enjoyed the show despite the change in style.
It was so great to play in a venue like Mr. Smalls theater. It was almost the same feeling I got when I first stepped out onto the stage of the PAC and envisioned myself in front of an audience of snooty classical music snobs, playing my heart out, and blowing everyone away with my oboe talent.
When I stepped out onto the stage at Mr. Smalls, I got a similar feeling, except that I envisioned myself in front of a younger and more casually dressed crowd. I was bummed that there really wasn't much of a crowd at all, but I think we played remarkably well especially for a first gig, and that's all that matters to me. I'm almost glad that it was a small audience so that we weren't as nervous as we maybe would have been under other circumstances. That puts us in a good confident mindset for whenever we have a bigger show to play.
Now, after that show, I finally feel convinced that we can be a successful live band, and we can really try to accomplish things. It gave me a lot of confidence, and all the punk kids who only listen to hardcore music that told us they were interested in hearing us again just boosted our confidence further. Even the owner of the theater gave us his card and told us that any time we'd like to put a set together we should give him a call. What a great experience. I wanna be a rock star. Sigh.
So... anyway, that was a great relief. I feel so good about it now, and Roadside Rave now has new meaning.
The second big sigh of relief (as most can probably guess) is for none other than the PITTSBURGH STEELERS who, after playing... um... rather poorly actually, never lost hope, even though everyone else did. I was literally on the verge of tears on my couch, clutching my black and gold football that I made in home ec class in 7th grade for dear life, and screaming loudly enough to send my cat running full speed into the kitchen... to show her support by taking a nap.
Seriously... when the Steelers had the ball and there was little time left and we were on our way down the field, and I yelled at the TV, "BEN! DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID. RUN THE @*$#(# BALL" it was only moments later that Ben did something stupid, tried to pass the ball, and landed himself an interception that SHOULD HAVE COST US THE GAME.
It was only by a miracle or the fact that God is a Steelers fan that their guy missed his field goal... for the second time.
I don't think I have ever literally nearly vomited watching a game before, but I came damn close tonight, and not just once, but on several occasions. When the Jets tried for that second field goal in overtime, I really thought the game was over. OVER. I was alllll depressed already. I can't believe my boys (and by "my boys" I mean "Jeff Reed") pulled that game out. That game was LOST. Twice! We should have lost that game. Twice.
Wow. My heart didn't start beating again until several seconds after Reed kicked that field goal, ending the game. I'm still stunned.
Did we learn it?
And I think so
I thought
We earned it (author's note: well maybe not earned per se)
Rewarded
Post disregard
I just looked over my shoulder to see Bill Cowher on TV talking about the game... and by the looks of his eyes, it seems that he has been crying. Bill Cowher! Crying! Now, don't go spreading nasty rumors because I have no proof that Cowher was crying, but by the looks of his eyes it seems that way. Ya know what? I don't blame him. I nearly cried too, and being the Steelers head coach is not my job.
Wow. Just wow. These past few days have just been great.
Last night I went to Sarah's birthday party. That was a lot of fun. Jason and I had a nice chat on the ride home. Chats with Jason are always very nice. I really feel that he and John and I all left high school in a certain way. We all left high school in our own separate unsettled way. Each one of us was a little bit off when we left, and from what I hear, we've each had a rediculous whirlwind few years... each of us has lived through some pretty crazy stuff, and because we were so unsettled when we left, all the unsettling things that have happened in our lives have actually grounded us more. Now we're all so much more stable, even though we probably shouldn't be.
It's a strange phenomenon that's gone on, but I think we all found each other again at exactly the right time and the right turning point in our lives. Even in high school, I knew that they specifically were each separately very unique people... really great people that would have great lives when they left Montour. We're all stable enough now to appreciate ourselves and each other and all the things everyone's been through that have brought us all to this point. And whatever happens with the band, it's not really about the band. I'm so glad I know these guys again. And in a way, I'm glad I didn't know them for a while, because if I had known them this whole time, we would have missed something along the way. I think we would have all brought each other down, instead of beign able to lift each other up like we do now. Anyway, I'm just glad that this has all happened, and that the situation has ended up as it has, that the lucky moments have lined themselves up in this freakish and unnatural turn of events.
I'm sure the Steelers feel the same way.
I know this entry has sounded like a bunch of melodramatic mumbo jumbo, but even Claire can get into the drama every now and then. Contrary to popular belief, I have the ability to be an emotional person, and it manifests itslef in strange ways at strange times I think. I don't know. I just feel good. I oughta write a song about it.
I think the band should change our name to "The Triforce."
Put miles on shoe soles
She thought of breasts
Partly equal quest
Past tragedy
Ultimately okay
Did you learn it?
And I think so
I thought
He earned it
Rewarded
Post disregard
Did you, did you want it?
Cry wolves and birds
Did you, did you earn it?
Scream laughs and sighs
Did you, did you want it?
Cry wolves and birds
Did you, did you earn it?
Scream laughs and sighs
Sneak up on me
But I'll bust you regardless
We'll laugh
She wants tomorrow
He's okay for now
Write another one down
He'll stop wanting more
But will he?
Smack us around!
It's fun.
Did you, did you want it?
Cry wolves and birds
Did you, did you earn it?
Scream laughs and sighs
Did you, did you want it?
Cry wolves and birds
Did you, did you earn it?
Scream laughs and sighs
- "Roadside Rave" by The Great Fall
I'm breathing two huge sighs of relief today. Chronologically, the first sigh of relief is in response to our amazing show on Thursday. From the moment we stepped on stage and kicked off the show with Roadside Rave, (which, incidentally is about the wave of relief that hits after being remarkably stressed out), til the last note of Exit Signs, The Great Fall rocked out with confidence and talent that felt so good, that I can't even describe it. Although the audience was very small, and mostly eighties metal and/or Limp Bizkitesque rap/rock music fans, they seemed receptive to our sound, and enjoyed the show despite the change in style.
It was so great to play in a venue like Mr. Smalls theater. It was almost the same feeling I got when I first stepped out onto the stage of the PAC and envisioned myself in front of an audience of snooty classical music snobs, playing my heart out, and blowing everyone away with my oboe talent.
When I stepped out onto the stage at Mr. Smalls, I got a similar feeling, except that I envisioned myself in front of a younger and more casually dressed crowd. I was bummed that there really wasn't much of a crowd at all, but I think we played remarkably well especially for a first gig, and that's all that matters to me. I'm almost glad that it was a small audience so that we weren't as nervous as we maybe would have been under other circumstances. That puts us in a good confident mindset for whenever we have a bigger show to play.
Now, after that show, I finally feel convinced that we can be a successful live band, and we can really try to accomplish things. It gave me a lot of confidence, and all the punk kids who only listen to hardcore music that told us they were interested in hearing us again just boosted our confidence further. Even the owner of the theater gave us his card and told us that any time we'd like to put a set together we should give him a call. What a great experience. I wanna be a rock star. Sigh.
So... anyway, that was a great relief. I feel so good about it now, and Roadside Rave now has new meaning.
The second big sigh of relief (as most can probably guess) is for none other than the PITTSBURGH STEELERS who, after playing... um... rather poorly actually, never lost hope, even though everyone else did. I was literally on the verge of tears on my couch, clutching my black and gold football that I made in home ec class in 7th grade for dear life, and screaming loudly enough to send my cat running full speed into the kitchen... to show her support by taking a nap.
Seriously... when the Steelers had the ball and there was little time left and we were on our way down the field, and I yelled at the TV, "BEN! DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID. RUN THE @*$#(# BALL" it was only moments later that Ben did something stupid, tried to pass the ball, and landed himself an interception that SHOULD HAVE COST US THE GAME.
It was only by a miracle or the fact that God is a Steelers fan that their guy missed his field goal... for the second time.
I don't think I have ever literally nearly vomited watching a game before, but I came damn close tonight, and not just once, but on several occasions. When the Jets tried for that second field goal in overtime, I really thought the game was over. OVER. I was alllll depressed already. I can't believe my boys (and by "my boys" I mean "Jeff Reed") pulled that game out. That game was LOST. Twice! We should have lost that game. Twice.
Wow. My heart didn't start beating again until several seconds after Reed kicked that field goal, ending the game. I'm still stunned.
Did we learn it?
And I think so
I thought
We earned it (author's note: well maybe not earned per se)
Rewarded
Post disregard
I just looked over my shoulder to see Bill Cowher on TV talking about the game... and by the looks of his eyes, it seems that he has been crying. Bill Cowher! Crying! Now, don't go spreading nasty rumors because I have no proof that Cowher was crying, but by the looks of his eyes it seems that way. Ya know what? I don't blame him. I nearly cried too, and being the Steelers head coach is not my job.
Wow. Just wow. These past few days have just been great.
Last night I went to Sarah's birthday party. That was a lot of fun. Jason and I had a nice chat on the ride home. Chats with Jason are always very nice. I really feel that he and John and I all left high school in a certain way. We all left high school in our own separate unsettled way. Each one of us was a little bit off when we left, and from what I hear, we've each had a rediculous whirlwind few years... each of us has lived through some pretty crazy stuff, and because we were so unsettled when we left, all the unsettling things that have happened in our lives have actually grounded us more. Now we're all so much more stable, even though we probably shouldn't be.
It's a strange phenomenon that's gone on, but I think we all found each other again at exactly the right time and the right turning point in our lives. Even in high school, I knew that they specifically were each separately very unique people... really great people that would have great lives when they left Montour. We're all stable enough now to appreciate ourselves and each other and all the things everyone's been through that have brought us all to this point. And whatever happens with the band, it's not really about the band. I'm so glad I know these guys again. And in a way, I'm glad I didn't know them for a while, because if I had known them this whole time, we would have missed something along the way. I think we would have all brought each other down, instead of beign able to lift each other up like we do now. Anyway, I'm just glad that this has all happened, and that the situation has ended up as it has, that the lucky moments have lined themselves up in this freakish and unnatural turn of events.
I'm sure the Steelers feel the same way.
I know this entry has sounded like a bunch of melodramatic mumbo jumbo, but even Claire can get into the drama every now and then. Contrary to popular belief, I have the ability to be an emotional person, and it manifests itslef in strange ways at strange times I think. I don't know. I just feel good. I oughta write a song about it.
I think the band should change our name to "The Triforce."
