The months leading up to this show it didn’t seem liked we’d make it. Not gonna living in SF at the time, finding rides, no place to stay for the night, dad had a mini-stroke right before. All this shit. Somehow we made it. Somehow we stayed longer than we should have; huddle in the entryway of the Art Institute freezing but relishing in the fact that Annie did this to her face after the show. Worth the homeless vibes.
The XX at Great American Music Hall, June 2, 2010.
Oliver told everyone not worry about his drink since he was underage at the time and that it was coke or something. It reminded me that they were only like a year older than me and that I hadn’t done anything remarkable with my life. Then I decided to sit down front row and weep for the rest of the show. I am still weeping and sitting there to this day.
The National at Treasure Island Music Festival, October 17, 2010.
Back in college a few people used to call me “Tap Tap” because I would awkwardly tap people on the back while giving awkward hugs. That is what I did to Matt Berninger when he went into the crowd. I almost went in for a hug but instead I tap tapped him. :/ Missed my chance.
Pictureplane opening for Washed Out at Rickshaw Stop, March 28, 2010.
He dedicated his song “Goth Star” to those kids who wear leather jackets to the beach and in that moment I swear he was talking about me. Not because I always wore the same faux-leather jacket during this time but in the I-wear-t-shirts-to-the-swimming-pool kind of way. Because I had to. I’m that girl.
Beach House at Treasure Island Music Festival, October 16, 2011.
I’d like to think that this person doesn’t know where he/she is. Has no clue why he’s/she’s there. Woke up with only this clue. Baltimore. Other possible clue’s include the penises drawn all over their body.
I may or may not have weeped during “You Came to Me” or “Irene.” Not gonna lie though, I’m pretty sure Victoria stared straight at me for a long time at one point. I reacted appropriately by looking really nervous and under pressure. Kinda like…
St. Vincent at Great American Music Hall, February 27, 2009.
Was feelin’ nostalgic by going through some old pictures that I refuse to delete from my this shitty old macbook and then suddenly all these feelings returned… dude that chicken tikka masala post-St. V show was on point.