Announcement from Lyons:
Angst has this thing where she likes to STEAL direct posts from my livejournal to put in our shared blog. This is one of those entries.
As soon as I found out that Angst took my latest update and plastered it on our myspace blog, I texted her with a "No way! Take that DOWN!" message to which she replied, "Leave it up!" and then threaten to put it back up in it's full glory this afternoon while I'm at Summerfest. *sigh* And she would. Oh she would. Don't ever challenge Angst for you will lose.
Sooooo, in effort to show some compromise, I plan on leaving it as is without any edits to it. I planned on making it sound nicer to all your blog readers out there - I have a nice girl image to maintain - but with a little enouragement from the people around me, *tada* it's staying as is. Aren't you all lucky. Enjoy:
Well last night was a bust. And before I go on any farther, I rarely go to a bad show. For the amount of bands I see in a month, you would think the qouta for attending a bad show would be on the higher side. It's not. Back to last night though: there were only about 30 people and I'm surprised Ryan's ego even fit through the doors of the Rave.
On the plus side, I did see Scotty from A Shot At Love 2. That was as exciting as it got.
Why was Scotty there? I do not know. But he kept looking at us while random people walked up to him but that could be because I gave him the stare down when we first walked in. Anyway my big goal of the night, minus having a small photo shoot with Ryan, was to walk up to Scotty to get our photo taken for ONTD. Yep...I want 5 seconds of ONTD fame. *shifts eyes* Leave me alone man. Don't judge.
Well Scotty didn't stay for the whole set - I'm still confused as to why he was even there to begin with because he looked bored - and afterward Ryan announced they were doing meet 'n greets backstage after the show. We've all heard wicked cool things about the set up of the back staging area of the Eagles Club so I was tempted to hustle my way back there.
To do a meet 'n greet with Ryan Cabrera COSTS YOU $20. Twenty freaking dollars. Is he nuts? I laughed at his manager and walked away with Jessie right away. No way. I don't pay to "meet" anyone. Ridiculous. Who paid the $20? The other 28 people that were there.
So Jessie and I headed back to the car to look at her Rome photos and before we knew it, the bands were loading out. Curious, we wandered over to the Cabrera bus. Mere seconds later little later Mr. Cabrera sauntered out, Jessie called out to him, he looked directly at us, he turned his head, and he flat out ignored us.
Nice.
No wonder Ashlee left his ass.
The Pros:
-Jessie. Who, by the way, smelled of Rome. She just completed a three week stint there. She looks different man. Maybe it's the tan ;)
-Free passes
-Parking on the side of the building. When does that EVER happen? I'll tell you when-when no one shows up to see the show.
-Scotty from Tila Tequila
-Amazing fries were found at 1AM courtesy of the disease infested McDonald's
Cons:
-Missed photo op with Scotty
-Was repeatedly bumped into by the girl to my right who had a heart attack every time a song started O_o
-Jessie got hardcore dissed by Ryan Cabrera - the one hit wonder. THAT however might be on the "pro" side because it was FUNNY as hell.
Cheers man. Judging by the 30 people that paid a ton of money to see you, your personality is clearly what's keeping them coming back for more. Keep it up and maybe time you'll have even less people at your show.
Oh and Ryan? Cisco Adler called. He wants his look back.
The End.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Confession 4
When we decided to start using this blog, I had visions of it being full of blind items ala Page Six. Since we really aren't the gossiping type it didn't really work out. This then turned into more of a confessional blog ala The Real World. So unlike MTV, instead of going into booths to talk about ourselves in our journey towards self discovery while dutifully recapping our days, we are doing it via this blog.
Yesterday was my last session with my piano instructor and honestly, I'm feeling blue about it all.
Let me start in the beginning: In 7th grade I began playing the piano. In piano player years, I was starting late. My friends who also played the ivories had already begun their studies when they were six years old. That fact didn't faze me though and by high school I was already excelling beyond their piano playing skills.
Not to toot my own horn but I was rad. Despite the mad skills I had, I rarely participated in the time old tradition of "solo ensemble" because I didn't believe in getting "graded" for something that I loved to do. My oh my, I was hippie dippie thinker even back then. Of course, when my instructor would trick me into entering, I would walk away with the coveted "1*" which in all honestly I didn't find that thrilling. I usually saw my score and went home without thinking about it twice. That would drive my instructor crazy but since I already drove her nuts every week, it wasn't a new emotion coming from her end.
I guess looking back I wasn't the best student she's ever had. Sure I could play but my attitude towards her was rotten but I had my reasoning. She certainly wasn't the best teacher that ever taught and decided to skip over any and all theory there was to teach me. Obviously that put me at a horrible disadvantage but I still prevailed despite that. I think that my knack for playing the piano was all pure talent and that I really taught myself everything I knew.
Midway through my senior year I had enough of her lessons and illogical thinking. I decided to quit and left for college without looking back at my beloved piano. After two years of college in a different town, I moved back home and that's when I started playing the piano again. After a solid two years of no playing, my fingers weren't as fast as they once were which left me sad. All the hard work I had put in was gone all because of my frustration over my instructor. From there I played every once in a while but it wasn't anything to celebrate. Because I couldn't play at the level I was previously at, I didn't feel that I deserved to be playing at all.
Cut to last fall when my little sister had started taking her first piano lessons. I got the spark to sit down at my piano again and without thinking it over, I signed up for lessons through my sister's instructor as an adult student. Truthfully, I felt very foolish but at the same time I was hoping to maybe regain some of what I had lost with the help of someone.
For the past year I have worked really hard, practiced for hours when I found the time, and I'm happy to report that everything is restored in the world. My new wonderful instructor, Debbie, stripped away everything that was "taught" to me and started me off on a clean path. I had gotten frustrated midway through because it was clear that my previous instructor had molded me into only being able to play by ear and while that can prove to be useful, my sight reading skills were poor. However, Debbie always was full of inspiration and never let me quit. And for that, I am grateful.
My piano and I are BFF now and I think we'll stay that way for the rest of our lives. It feels good and I have Debbie to thank for that. I decided not to forgo studying with her because not only because my summers are incredibly busy but because I'm not sure where this summer is going to lead me.
I'm crossing my fingers that my move pans out the way I want it to and that I end this year in a new location happy and healthy with at least a keyboard by my side.
-Team Lyons
P.S. Skittles and hugs to anyone that read that whole thing because really, it was pointless. I'm serious about the skittles by the way....dead serious.
Yesterday was my last session with my piano instructor and honestly, I'm feeling blue about it all.
Let me start in the beginning: In 7th grade I began playing the piano. In piano player years, I was starting late. My friends who also played the ivories had already begun their studies when they were six years old. That fact didn't faze me though and by high school I was already excelling beyond their piano playing skills.
Not to toot my own horn but I was rad. Despite the mad skills I had, I rarely participated in the time old tradition of "solo ensemble" because I didn't believe in getting "graded" for something that I loved to do. My oh my, I was hippie dippie thinker even back then. Of course, when my instructor would trick me into entering, I would walk away with the coveted "1*" which in all honestly I didn't find that thrilling. I usually saw my score and went home without thinking about it twice. That would drive my instructor crazy but since I already drove her nuts every week, it wasn't a new emotion coming from her end.
I guess looking back I wasn't the best student she's ever had. Sure I could play but my attitude towards her was rotten but I had my reasoning. She certainly wasn't the best teacher that ever taught and decided to skip over any and all theory there was to teach me. Obviously that put me at a horrible disadvantage but I still prevailed despite that. I think that my knack for playing the piano was all pure talent and that I really taught myself everything I knew.
Midway through my senior year I had enough of her lessons and illogical thinking. I decided to quit and left for college without looking back at my beloved piano. After two years of college in a different town, I moved back home and that's when I started playing the piano again. After a solid two years of no playing, my fingers weren't as fast as they once were which left me sad. All the hard work I had put in was gone all because of my frustration over my instructor. From there I played every once in a while but it wasn't anything to celebrate. Because I couldn't play at the level I was previously at, I didn't feel that I deserved to be playing at all.
Cut to last fall when my little sister had started taking her first piano lessons. I got the spark to sit down at my piano again and without thinking it over, I signed up for lessons through my sister's instructor as an adult student. Truthfully, I felt very foolish but at the same time I was hoping to maybe regain some of what I had lost with the help of someone.
For the past year I have worked really hard, practiced for hours when I found the time, and I'm happy to report that everything is restored in the world. My new wonderful instructor, Debbie, stripped away everything that was "taught" to me and started me off on a clean path. I had gotten frustrated midway through because it was clear that my previous instructor had molded me into only being able to play by ear and while that can prove to be useful, my sight reading skills were poor. However, Debbie always was full of inspiration and never let me quit. And for that, I am grateful.
My piano and I are BFF now and I think we'll stay that way for the rest of our lives. It feels good and I have Debbie to thank for that. I decided not to forgo studying with her because not only because my summers are incredibly busy but because I'm not sure where this summer is going to lead me.
I'm crossing my fingers that my move pans out the way I want it to and that I end this year in a new location happy and healthy with at least a keyboard by my side.
-Team Lyons
P.S. Skittles and hugs to anyone that read that whole thing because really, it was pointless. I'm serious about the skittles by the way....dead serious.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Confession 3
I have this thing that i do every monday. I had recently stopped because my habit was getting out of control and i was running out of space for things. Every Monday i go thrift shopping. Let me tell you i will buy anything if its a $1 or less. Example, and Adidas head band for playing tennis or basketball. neither of which i do. Sometimes i get really excited and purchase things that are more pricey, upwards of $3. ha.
Anyway, what my major problem is, is purchasing band t-shirts. i have found some pretty good ones in the past. Specifically, my "the academy" tshirt. it was from before The Academy is... added the "is...". Good buy i must say. My "vintage" hanson t, where you can't tell what gender any of them are. i love it. I buy any CD or cassette tape i find of bands i like too.
I think I am going to have to stop with these monday morning thrift shopping adventures because i started buying t-shirts of bands i know i will never wear. i just feel bad that they are sitting in a thrift store. i was almost compelled to by a taking back sunday shirt yesterday. I don't even listen to them. I did walk away with a Number One Fan shirt though. I don't listen to them either but i do like the wildbirds (obviously). its a pretty gross shirt too. big grease stain. eww. i don't know what i am going to do with it yet. any ideas let me know.
~Team Angst
this video makes me think of summer...
Anyway, what my major problem is, is purchasing band t-shirts. i have found some pretty good ones in the past. Specifically, my "the academy" tshirt. it was from before The Academy is... added the "is...". Good buy i must say. My "vintage" hanson t, where you can't tell what gender any of them are. i love it. I buy any CD or cassette tape i find of bands i like too.
I think I am going to have to stop with these monday morning thrift shopping adventures because i started buying t-shirts of bands i know i will never wear. i just feel bad that they are sitting in a thrift store. i was almost compelled to by a taking back sunday shirt yesterday. I don't even listen to them. I did walk away with a Number One Fan shirt though. I don't listen to them either but i do like the wildbirds (obviously). its a pretty gross shirt too. big grease stain. eww. i don't know what i am going to do with it yet. any ideas let me know.
~Team Angst
this video makes me think of summer...
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