dancinbutterfly: (Gone With The Wind)
Which means its after 4am here in London and I tried to lay down in bed - a really nice bed in a really nice hotel that I fled to for the end of my trip here in the UK. But oh my god, I can't stop my brain from thinking All The Things. I am leaving the UK after spending, literally, ALL of 2011 thus far here. I have to get on a plane. I am going back to a town I've never lived in. I'll be starting my final semester as an undergrad.I will have to move my stuff. I have to readjust to living with my mom. I have to start with a new therapist and probably a new psychiatrist as well. ALL OF THE THINGS I AM THINKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW INSTEAD OF DOING WHAT I WANT WHICH IS SLEEPING.

I don't know, new things. New things are good. And I'm in bed thinking about all the absolutely amazeballs times I've had since I got here but it makes me want to cry because oh, it's been so good for me you guys. I saw my band five times in two countries and I had my best friend living in my building and my mom came and explored with me and I got a tattoo and I got to meet all these amazing fandom people in real life, especially the Hardwire Harlots. All of these amazing amazing things have happened and I'm so much better than I was this time last year but yeah. Not having the easiest time getting to sleep because man. That's a lot to put on one little brain.

So I'm going to go back to bed and try to sleep and wish you all the best days and all of the hugs.

ESPECIALLY TO [livejournal.com profile] bebunny WHO I HOPE HAD THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER! (its technically still your birthday in other places like the US and Guatemala. /o\)
dancinbutterfly: (Gone With The Wind)
Which means its after 4am here in London and I tried to lay down in bed - a really nice bed in a really nice hotel that I fled to for the end of my trip here in the UK. But oh my god, I can't stop my brain from thinking All The Things. I am leaving the UK after spending, literally, ALL of 2011 thus far here. I have to get on a plane. I am going back to a town I've never lived in. I'll be starting my final semester as an undergrad.I will have to move my stuff. I have to readjust to living with my mom. I have to start with a new therapist and probably a new psychiatrist as well. ALL OF THE THINGS I AM THINKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW INSTEAD OF DOING WHAT I WANT WHICH IS SLEEPING.

I don't know, new things. New things are good. And I'm in bed thinking about all the absolutely amazeballs times I've had since I got here but it makes me want to cry because oh, it's been so good for me you guys. I saw my band five times in two countries and I had my best friend living in my building and my mom came and explored with me and I got a tattoo and I got to meet all these amazing fandom people in real life, especially the Hardwire Harlots. All of these amazing amazing things have happened and I'm so much better than I was this time last year but yeah. Not having the easiest time getting to sleep because man. That's a lot to put on one little brain.

So I'm going to go back to bed and try to sleep and wish you all the best days and all of the hugs.

ESPECIALLY TO [livejournal.com profile] bebunny WHO I HOPE HAD THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER! (its technically still your birthday in other places like the US and Guatemala. /o\)
dancinbutterfly: (Venture Bros. - Excuse me?)
Its almost 6am - I've been up all night, stuck in an adrenaline fueled flight-or-fight nightmare all goddamn night. I walked into my dorm room and found the room to be filled with three guys who glared at me and I just - lost it a bit. I was scared, okay? So scared that I couldnt do much of anything but get the fucking fuck OUT of there. They gave me angry eyes and all I could think was "oh god, there's 3 of them. They're angry and can hurt me.Run. Run now and dont go back." Yeah. So it was a long night. Long long long. I havent been back up since. Yeah, fear of men. Idk where it comes from - I've never been attacked or abused but oh god, it was intense that fear.

Then I went to make changes which was just a clusterfuck that made me feel crazy and awful for being scared and unable to relax in a room full of men where I was the only small vulnerable girl. The reception guy made me feel like this. Twice in one night. The second attempt went like this.

Click to read the sloppy goatfuck of a conversation that I'm not particularly proud of. )

Yeah. It's ugly. I have NEVER in my fucking life reached that point with someone in service. NEVER. But I did there and you know what? I'm not sorry. I wish I could be. I'm too hurt and still too tired and angry and scared and upset to be sorry. No, i know it was over nothing - but this asshole dismissing the feeling of pure fucking fear I feel even going near that room doesn't help either. Is it logical? No. Do I care? No.

God. Tonight was amazing, you now? I saw Panic At the Disco. I saw my girls. It was amazing. I should've spent the last six hours in blissful slumber. But no. Now I feel guilty and crazy and angry and hurt and have to find a new place to stay. Awesome. Just fucking awesome. I feel like shit and still havent slept. Thats all I want. I just want to sleep.

No, actually? I want to go home to the US. I'm done here. Any further pushing can't end well. It just cant.
dancinbutterfly: (Venture Bros. - Excuse me?)
Its almost 6am - I've been up all night, stuck in an adrenaline fueled flight-or-fight nightmare all goddamn night. I walked into my dorm room and found the room to be filled with three guys who glared at me and I just - lost it a bit. I was scared, okay? So scared that I couldnt do much of anything but get the fucking fuck OUT of there. They gave me angry eyes and all I could think was "oh god, there's 3 of them. They're angry and can hurt me.Run. Run now and dont go back." Yeah. So it was a long night. Long long long. I havent been back up since. Yeah, fear of men. Idk where it comes from - I've never been attacked or abused but oh god, it was intense that fear.

Then I went to make changes which was just a clusterfuck that made me feel crazy and awful for being scared and unable to relax in a room full of men where I was the only small vulnerable girl. The reception guy made me feel like this. Twice in one night. The second attempt went like this.

Click to read the sloppy goatfuck of a conversation that I'm not particularly proud of. )

Yeah. It's ugly. I have NEVER in my fucking life reached that point with someone in service. NEVER. But I did there and you know what? I'm not sorry. I wish I could be. I'm too hurt and still too tired and angry and scared and upset to be sorry. No, i know it was over nothing - but this asshole dismissing the feeling of pure fucking fear I feel even going near that room doesn't help either. Is it logical? No. Do I care? No.

God. Tonight was amazing, you now? I saw Panic At the Disco. I saw my girls. It was amazing. I should've spent the last six hours in blissful slumber. But no. Now I feel guilty and crazy and angry and hurt and have to find a new place to stay. Awesome. Just fucking awesome. I feel like shit and still havent slept. Thats all I want. I just want to sleep.

No, actually? I want to go home to the US. I'm done here. Any further pushing can't end well. It just cant.
dancinbutterfly: (Yay! - Kermit the frog)
I have moved out of dorm. I've gotten everything packed away. I got approval from FSU to be a transit student so that I can finish my last 2 classes in Atlanta.

AND OH YEAH! I SENT IN MY BBB! \o/ Its got about 1K words of outline but dear lord. It's sent. It has a summary. All of the things are accomplished. I'm on vacation mofo!
dancinbutterfly: (Yay! - Kermit the frog)
I have moved out of dorm. I've gotten everything packed away. I got approval from FSU to be a transit student so that I can finish my last 2 classes in Atlanta.

AND OH YEAH! I SENT IN MY BBB! \o/ Its got about 1K words of outline but dear lord. It's sent. It has a summary. All of the things are accomplished. I'm on vacation mofo!
dancinbutterfly: (Black Books - LOLLY)
So, looooong week. Long. Awesome but long. My mother arrived last Saturday and left today. We tore up London and I got her out to Stonehenge/Windsor Castle/Bath but man. BUSY! It was great to have her here though. She finally gets it I think, why I love it so much here. She's not really built for city life. But she got to meet the lovely [livejournal.com profile] ladyfoxxx and my writing teacher (oh that was interesting) and we hung out with Teresa and generally had a lovely lovely time. The Tower of London was freaking amazing, seriously - I'm so glad I did it with my mom. She and I are both tremendous history geeks and it was nice to go with someone as enthusiastic as me.

However, her presence does remind me that I have to figure out where I'm going after school ends and before I go back to the US. I will hostel it up most of the time but serious, my British brethern, if ANY of you can put me up for the weekend of the royal wedding? I'd be forever grateful. Staying in a hostel that Friday, Saturday and Sunday is the same amount as I'll end up spending for the other two weeks and I just cant afford it *pulls hair* DAMN YOU ROYAL COUPLE! YOUR TIMING THREW OFF MY GROOVE!

In less realistic, life involving news I havent written on my [livejournal.com profile] bandombigbang in about two weeks. Hoshit. The niggling creative panic man, its that time of year again /o\ SOMEONE MAKE ME WRITE! AH!

Anyway, how be you guys? I missed you!
dancinbutterfly: (Black Books - LOLLY)
So, looooong week. Long. Awesome but long. My mother arrived last Saturday and left today. We tore up London and I got her out to Stonehenge/Windsor Castle/Bath but man. BUSY! It was great to have her here though. She finally gets it I think, why I love it so much here. She's not really built for city life. But she got to meet the lovely [livejournal.com profile] ladyfoxxx and my writing teacher (oh that was interesting) and we hung out with Teresa and generally had a lovely lovely time. The Tower of London was freaking amazing, seriously - I'm so glad I did it with my mom. She and I are both tremendous history geeks and it was nice to go with someone as enthusiastic as me.

However, her presence does remind me that I have to figure out where I'm going after school ends and before I go back to the US. I will hostel it up most of the time but serious, my British brethern, if ANY of you can put me up for the weekend of the royal wedding? I'd be forever grateful. Staying in a hostel that Friday, Saturday and Sunday is the same amount as I'll end up spending for the other two weeks and I just cant afford it *pulls hair* DAMN YOU ROYAL COUPLE! YOUR TIMING THREW OFF MY GROOVE!

In less realistic, life involving news I havent written on my [livejournal.com profile] bandombigbang in about two weeks. Hoshit. The niggling creative panic man, its that time of year again /o\ SOMEONE MAKE ME WRITE! AH!

Anyway, how be you guys? I missed you!
dancinbutterfly: (Killjoys - Frank)
All right. So. By the time I managed to get to the day of the My Chem show in Barcelona, I was fairly Barcelona'd out. Seriously - I did the Gaudis, went up to the castle at Parc Montijuc, went to the Picasso museum, went across the street to the Disseny Hub where they were doing projects in 3D printing that were just fucking insane, strolled La Rambla, went out on one of the piers, road the metro, went to the contemporary art museum and generally was very busy. So Saturday, I just went to the venue to wait. I got there around 3 and made friends with the lovely people sitting around me. It was a really cool spot - its just across the parking lot from the Olympic stadium (hence the pictures of the boys there - MORE FOOL I FOR NOT GOING OVER THERE /o\ Whatever, it was cool).

Inside the venue there were like, no seats. Not true, there were about six rows along ONE WALL. Of those seats, there were maybe twenty people actually using them. Everything else was standing room/pit. I will admit I kept checking over my shoulder every now and then at the seats. YOU NEVER KNOW. A WAY WIFE COULDVE BEEN UP THERE! :D

Lost Alone has gotten better. Still not one of my favorites, never will be, but when they cut out the talking, they were much more entertaining. LEARN IT LITTLE MAN. NO ONE CARES ABOUT RIFFOLOGY. I will say this - THE BLACKOUT WERE MISSED. Seriously, I noticed their absence and it was palpable. :( COME BACK YOU MOTTS WELSH FUCKS!

The Spanish crowds were kind of lovely. Compared to the other gigs, they were freaking docile. I may have mentioned that my camera met an unfortunate accident at the Planetary(GO!) so all I had was my video camera. So there's no pictures. HOWEVER! Because the crowd was so calm, I managed to get the whole concert. It's not always perfect but for those of you who didnt get to go [ I MISSED YOU! <3] maybe it'll help put you there? The boys were precious as always and some of these must be seen to be really enjoyed.

As always they opened with Na Na Na. No drop cloth reveal this time. They simply walked out their fabulous selves and Dr Death talked us in. )

After the show, I hung around the venue. I was there by myself and it was dark and I didnt really want to walk alone through the freaking GINORMOUS PARK alone. Also, I was hoping for tour karma to pay off. [livejournal.com profile] xclusiveantonym did a handwave thing to transfer her magic and it worked a little fairly early into the evening. I spotted Alan, the bassist for Lost Alone and went over in time to hear a little Spanish girl haltingly asking him if his jet black hair was natural to which he said no, its brown but he dyes it. To which I said "Unlike me. My hair's naturally this color" which made him laugh and confused the Spanish girl - language barriers *sigh*. And after that I just sort of stuck around the Lost Alone guys, to be honest. I told Alan, "I just miss English, mind if I hang out here?" Which he thought was funny and agreed with and I told him that I thought they were getting better every time I saw them (which is true - they consistently suck less and every time I see them) and told him the gigs I'd be at. He seemed a bit stunned and went "Ugh, yeah. God, we were total shit at Wembley." Which was nice to here because um, yeah you were. And because I have no self control I said "Yeah, I didn't want to be rude but you kind of were. You're a lot better now. I enjoyed it tonight." All true facts. Alan said that they hadnt done a gig in over a year and a half at which point I gave them a pass because to go from zero to Wembley is a lot and I give them all points for not vomiting with nerves on stage. I had a bit of a chat with the drummer too - mostly about music (the Ramones and Britney Spears if you must know). Then I went outside the fence to went because la securidad was getting tetchy.

The parking lot was down at the bottom of a hill and the fence was up at the top. I'd say it was about...3 stories from the bottom of the parking not. The wait up there was like, an hour and a half? Not bad aside from how goddamn cold it was. IT WAS COLD YOU GUYS. OH MY ACTUAL GOD. ITS SPAIN! IT ISNT SUPPOSED TO BE COLD! LIES ALL OF IT! But eventually, we spotted a guy in a hoodie climbing the hill with a big security guard at his back and oh! HI FRANK! ♥ IT was so damn cold but he started signing things for people through the fence while the security guard did that annoyed "right you've had your turn, seriously lets move this along" bit. And because I am a crazy person who suddenly realized that she didnt have anything for him to sign, I took off my shirt. I HAD A BRA ON UNDERNEATH AND I ZIPPED UP MY HOODIE! DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! But I managed to get into the line and get Frank to sign the shirt. I love it. Dont judge me.It came out really cool and I managed to get a couple of pictures of Frank with my camera. I dont have a flash but hey! It's something! )

I followed along with the crowd as they went so I could soak up the frank and then moved back to the clear space to Frank-watch from. While was standing there, I overheard a girl talking about how she was really upset that she couldn't get through, in accented English. And so, being the nosy and obnoxious American that I am I asked her why she didnt just go get in-line. If she didnt try she wouldnt get it. She said that all she wanted was for Frank to draw something on the piece of paper she had for her to get tattooed, that this was her 4th show and the only one he'd come out for and now she wasn't going to get it. The security guard declared that the signing was done and Frank was already starting to walk down the hill :(

So, I said "Here give it to me." She did and took it to the fence and yelled "Hey Frank! This girl wants you to draw her a tattoo real quick! She couldn't get close to you!" And because he's Frank fucking Iero, he stopped half way down the hill, turned around, climbed back up the hill and took the paper from me. Then he stood and sketched this adorable little sadfaced ghost. As seen here - I'm the only English speaker with an American accent )

What came out was a flipping the bird and handed it to the girl who was like, trembling with excitement. YAY PEOPLE GETTING WHAT THEY WANT FROM THEIR HEROES! It is a good thing :D

So in closing, The Ghost with Attitude by Mr. Frank Iero.
dancinbutterfly: (Killjoys - Frank)
All right. So. By the time I managed to get to the day of the My Chem show in Barcelona, I was fairly Barcelona'd out. Seriously - I did the Gaudis, went up to the castle at Parc Montijuc, went to the Picasso museum, went across the street to the Disseny Hub where they were doing projects in 3D printing that were just fucking insane, strolled La Rambla, went out on one of the piers, road the metro, went to the contemporary art museum and generally was very busy. So Saturday, I just went to the venue to wait. I got there around 3 and made friends with the lovely people sitting around me. It was a really cool spot - its just across the parking lot from the Olympic stadium (hence the pictures of the boys there - MORE FOOL I FOR NOT GOING OVER THERE /o\ Whatever, it was cool).

Inside the venue there were like, no seats. Not true, there were about six rows along ONE WALL. Of those seats, there were maybe twenty people actually using them. Everything else was standing room/pit. I will admit I kept checking over my shoulder every now and then at the seats. YOU NEVER KNOW. A WAY WIFE COULDVE BEEN UP THERE! :D

Lost Alone has gotten better. Still not one of my favorites, never will be, but when they cut out the talking, they were much more entertaining. LEARN IT LITTLE MAN. NO ONE CARES ABOUT RIFFOLOGY. I will say this - THE BLACKOUT WERE MISSED. Seriously, I noticed their absence and it was palpable. :( COME BACK YOU MOTTS WELSH FUCKS!

The Spanish crowds were kind of lovely. Compared to the other gigs, they were freaking docile. I may have mentioned that my camera met an unfortunate accident at the Planetary(GO!) so all I had was my video camera. So there's no pictures. HOWEVER! Because the crowd was so calm, I managed to get the whole concert. It's not always perfect but for those of you who didnt get to go [ I MISSED YOU! <3] maybe it'll help put you there? The boys were precious as always and some of these must be seen to be really enjoyed.

As always they opened with Na Na Na. No drop cloth reveal this time. They simply walked out their fabulous selves and Dr Death talked us in. )

After the show, I hung around the venue. I was there by myself and it was dark and I didnt really want to walk alone through the freaking GINORMOUS PARK alone. Also, I was hoping for tour karma to pay off. [livejournal.com profile] xclusiveantonym did a handwave thing to transfer her magic and it worked a little fairly early into the evening. I spotted Alan, the bassist for Lost Alone and went over in time to hear a little Spanish girl haltingly asking him if his jet black hair was natural to which he said no, its brown but he dyes it. To which I said "Unlike me. My hair's naturally this color" which made him laugh and confused the Spanish girl - language barriers *sigh*. And after that I just sort of stuck around the Lost Alone guys, to be honest. I told Alan, "I just miss English, mind if I hang out here?" Which he thought was funny and agreed with and I told him that I thought they were getting better every time I saw them (which is true - they consistently suck less and every time I see them) and told him the gigs I'd be at. He seemed a bit stunned and went "Ugh, yeah. God, we were total shit at Wembley." Which was nice to here because um, yeah you were. And because I have no self control I said "Yeah, I didn't want to be rude but you kind of were. You're a lot better now. I enjoyed it tonight." All true facts. Alan said that they hadnt done a gig in over a year and a half at which point I gave them a pass because to go from zero to Wembley is a lot and I give them all points for not vomiting with nerves on stage. I had a bit of a chat with the drummer too - mostly about music (the Ramones and Britney Spears if you must know). Then I went outside the fence to went because la securidad was getting tetchy.

The parking lot was down at the bottom of a hill and the fence was up at the top. I'd say it was about...3 stories from the bottom of the parking not. The wait up there was like, an hour and a half? Not bad aside from how goddamn cold it was. IT WAS COLD YOU GUYS. OH MY ACTUAL GOD. ITS SPAIN! IT ISNT SUPPOSED TO BE COLD! LIES ALL OF IT! But eventually, we spotted a guy in a hoodie climbing the hill with a big security guard at his back and oh! HI FRANK! ♥ IT was so damn cold but he started signing things for people through the fence while the security guard did that annoyed "right you've had your turn, seriously lets move this along" bit. And because I am a crazy person who suddenly realized that she didnt have anything for him to sign, I took off my shirt. I HAD A BRA ON UNDERNEATH AND I ZIPPED UP MY HOODIE! DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! But I managed to get into the line and get Frank to sign the shirt. I love it. Dont judge me.It came out really cool and I managed to get a couple of pictures of Frank with my camera. I dont have a flash but hey! It's something! )

I followed along with the crowd as they went so I could soak up the frank and then moved back to the clear space to Frank-watch from. While was standing there, I overheard a girl talking about how she was really upset that she couldn't get through, in accented English. And so, being the nosy and obnoxious American that I am I asked her why she didnt just go get in-line. If she didnt try she wouldnt get it. She said that all she wanted was for Frank to draw something on the piece of paper she had for her to get tattooed, that this was her 4th show and the only one he'd come out for and now she wasn't going to get it. The security guard declared that the signing was done and Frank was already starting to walk down the hill :(

So, I said "Here give it to me." She did and took it to the fence and yelled "Hey Frank! This girl wants you to draw her a tattoo real quick! She couldn't get close to you!" And because he's Frank fucking Iero, he stopped half way down the hill, turned around, climbed back up the hill and took the paper from me. Then he stood and sketched this adorable little sadfaced ghost. As seen here - I'm the only English speaker with an American accent )

What came out was a flipping the bird and handed it to the girl who was like, trembling with excitement. YAY PEOPLE GETTING WHAT THEY WANT FROM THEIR HEROES! It is a good thing :D

So in closing, The Ghost with Attitude by Mr. Frank Iero.
dancinbutterfly: (Default)
Back in the UK and still not quite caught up. But I have groceries now and I am mostly unpacked. Travel is exhausting you guys. *sigh* I wanted to do the Barcelona My Chem show recap but dont have the bandwith to get everything I want up tonight *frown* I took nothing but video and I got literally the entire concert on the video camera my mom got me for Hannukah. The sound is fucking ROCKING y'all. But Youtube is slow like molasses so as I head off to bed there is only one video uploaded :( So have that for tonight. It's the very beginning of the show -Na Na Na and Thank You for the Venom (WHICH THEY PLAYED AND SENT ME INTO PAROXYSMS OF JOY!) - but its a decent taste that should remind you a bit of why we love them so fucking much. :D Have a good night guys!

Video under the cut )
dancinbutterfly: (Default)
Back in the UK and still not quite caught up. But I have groceries now and I am mostly unpacked. Travel is exhausting you guys. *sigh* I wanted to do the Barcelona My Chem show recap but dont have the bandwith to get everything I want up tonight *frown* I took nothing but video and I got literally the entire concert on the video camera my mom got me for Hannukah. The sound is fucking ROCKING y'all. But Youtube is slow like molasses so as I head off to bed there is only one video uploaded :( So have that for tonight. It's the very beginning of the show -Na Na Na and Thank You for the Venom (WHICH THEY PLAYED AND SENT ME INTO PAROXYSMS OF JOY!) - but its a decent taste that should remind you a bit of why we love them so fucking much. :D Have a good night guys!

Video under the cut )
dancinbutterfly: (Killjoys - Frank)
Spain - you have thoroughly satisfied. I saw pretty much everything I wanted to see, Sagrada Familia and Parc Guell were exquisite, Reina Sofia blew my mind, and the MCR show tonight was amazing.

OH! AND FRANK IERO CAME OUT AND SIGNED SHIT - INCLUDING MY SHIRT! He was wearing Star Wars headphones you guys. He said "They're bass-y as shit"! I love him.

THERE WILL BE MUCH MORE INFO ABOUT ALL THE GOINGS ON TOMORROW WHEN I RETURN TO THE UK. PROMISE!
dancinbutterfly: (Killjoys - Frank)
Spain - you have thoroughly satisfied. I saw pretty much everything I wanted to see, Sagrada Familia and Parc Guell were exquisite, Reina Sofia blew my mind, and the MCR show tonight was amazing.

OH! AND FRANK IERO CAME OUT AND SIGNED SHIT - INCLUDING MY SHIRT! He was wearing Star Wars headphones you guys. He said "They're bass-y as shit"! I love him.

THERE WILL BE MUCH MORE INFO ABOUT ALL THE GOINGS ON TOMORROW WHEN I RETURN TO THE UK. PROMISE!
dancinbutterfly: (*Icons with my face - Mikey and Ray)
My life is kind of amazing at the moment. I do not even know. Thursday night was unfuckingreal and today is its own kind of Spanish shiny :D. But really, lets talk about Thursday and the Planetary(Go!) video shoot. [livejournal.com profile] ladyfoxxx wrote up a seriously awesome gig report and I dont know that I can match but hey.

So, I found out early Wednesday morning and had to battle C's grouchy morning self. She's difficult but hey, she got with the program and looked all superfoxyawesome in her killjoys outfit. Personally, I went to primark and tore the shit out of a t-shirt I found there. Thank god it wasnt cold cold as we waited for the bus you guys.

I had noms while we waited for the bus. I ended up needing energy
C went at me with acrylic paint. I still have some on my legs. Then we waited outside. I went over to the director, Michael, at one point and was like "hey come talk to us - I came all the way from the US for this. My friend came from Australia! We're a trinational deligation!" and he was like "Oh where in Florida are you from?" and I replied "Pensacola" at which he made a knowing noise. Of course he did. Anyone whose been there, knows it. Apparently he went to a bar in Pensacola that was, quote, "a hobo bar". Um, yeah, thats confusing. He didnt have more details though. My town is just that memorable /o\. Then we got filmed/photographed and were told NOT TO SMILE. Which is like saying "dont think of pink elephants". Whats the first thing you think of? Pink elephants, exactly.

Eventually, the cue began to move and in we went.

Lots of video, much rambling and a few pictures under the cut )
dancinbutterfly: (*Icons with my face - Mikey and Ray)
My life is kind of amazing at the moment. I do not even know. Thursday night was unfuckingreal and today is its own kind of Spanish shiny :D. But really, lets talk about Thursday and the Planetary(Go!) video shoot. [livejournal.com profile] ladyfoxxx wrote up a seriously awesome gig report and I dont know that I can match but hey.

So, I found out early Wednesday morning and had to battle C's grouchy morning self. She's difficult but hey, she got with the program and looked all superfoxyawesome in her killjoys outfit. Personally, I went to primark and tore the shit out of a t-shirt I found there. Thank god it wasnt cold cold as we waited for the bus you guys.

I had noms while we waited for the bus. I ended up needing energy
C went at me with acrylic paint. I still have some on my legs. Then we waited outside. I went over to the director, Michael, at one point and was like "hey come talk to us - I came all the way from the US for this. My friend came from Australia! We're a trinational deligation!" and he was like "Oh where in Florida are you from?" and I replied "Pensacola" at which he made a knowing noise. Of course he did. Anyone whose been there, knows it. Apparently he went to a bar in Pensacola that was, quote, "a hobo bar". Um, yeah, thats confusing. He didnt have more details though. My town is just that memorable /o\. Then we got filmed/photographed and were told NOT TO SMILE. Which is like saying "dont think of pink elephants". Whats the first thing you think of? Pink elephants, exactly.

Eventually, the cue began to move and in we went.

Lots of video, much rambling and a few pictures under the cut )
dancinbutterfly: (Black Books - LOLLY)
It is fuckoff beautiful here in Madrid. Seriously, gorgeous. Just the right kind of sunshine and I kinda know Spanish! Enough to get me by at least. I am in beautiful Madrid and while yesterday was something of a lost cause (sleep deprived, exhausted, lost) today was awesome. I slept late, I checked into my hostel and then I spent like 6 hours at the Museo Reina Sofia - which is where Guernica is. Now, dont get me wrong, Guernica is fucking epic. They are SUPER protective of it and the way Picasso does women in fear is unbelievably visceral in away that doesnt translate enough on copies.

I was more moved by the Surrealist stuff. A lot of Dali's work is there - from the early stuff to the more familiar pieces that make you stare and go "jesus christ on a rice crispy treat, what was he smoking?" The Great Masturbator is there - large as life and just, one ginmormous mindfuck. It's a trip.all his stuff is really but WOW in person. Seriously. It left me going "Um more please?" Yeah, I artgeeked out. And hard.

The most amazing thing about my little expedition was that I found Oscar Dominguez. You guys. Guys. I dont fucking EVEN. I'd never even heard of him and all of a sudden I was in love. He created these images I dont even really have words for. They just hit me. Here. Have some.
This one is called Eclectrosexual Sewing - just to give you an idea of you're dealing with.

This one is The Guanche Cave. Yeah. I was THERE and I dont know what the hell is going on.

And then, there was this of Dominguez's - I stood and stared at it for 15 solid minutes. If there was a chair I would've parked my ass and been there even longer. It's called Cosmic Composition and it just...moved me. I've never had a painting affect me quite like this one did. I almost cried. It was like...the last 6 years of my life in visual form. You know the whole "a picture is worth 1000 words" adage - this picture proves that for me. It is strange and indefinable and tragic and complex and growing and beautiful. I fell in love. Theres no other way to put it.


Also, I had ox-tail stew for lunch and deer for dinner last night. OMNOMNOM you guys. Spanish food is interesting. BUT TOO MUCH PORK! CUT ME A BREAK HERE SPAIN!

:D Planetary Go! recap later. Coding and recap is taking longer than expect. /o\

Hope everyone else is having an awesome week!
dancinbutterfly: (Black Books - LOLLY)
It is fuckoff beautiful here in Madrid. Seriously, gorgeous. Just the right kind of sunshine and I kinda know Spanish! Enough to get me by at least. I am in beautiful Madrid and while yesterday was something of a lost cause (sleep deprived, exhausted, lost) today was awesome. I slept late, I checked into my hostel and then I spent like 6 hours at the Museo Reina Sofia - which is where Guernica is. Now, dont get me wrong, Guernica is fucking epic. They are SUPER protective of it and the way Picasso does women in fear is unbelievably visceral in away that doesnt translate enough on copies.

I was more moved by the Surrealist stuff. A lot of Dali's work is there - from the early stuff to the more familiar pieces that make you stare and go "jesus christ on a rice crispy treat, what was he smoking?" The Great Masturbator is there - large as life and just, one ginmormous mindfuck. It's a trip.all his stuff is really but WOW in person. Seriously. It left me going "Um more please?" Yeah, I artgeeked out. And hard.

The most amazing thing about my little expedition was that I found Oscar Dominguez. You guys. Guys. I dont fucking EVEN. I'd never even heard of him and all of a sudden I was in love. He created these images I dont even really have words for. They just hit me. Here. Have some.
This one is called Eclectrosexual Sewing - just to give you an idea of you're dealing with.

This one is The Guanche Cave. Yeah. I was THERE and I dont know what the hell is going on.

And then, there was this of Dominguez's - I stood and stared at it for 15 solid minutes. If there was a chair I would've parked my ass and been there even longer. It's called Cosmic Composition and it just...moved me. I've never had a painting affect me quite like this one did. I almost cried. It was like...the last 6 years of my life in visual form. You know the whole "a picture is worth 1000 words" adage - this picture proves that for me. It is strange and indefinable and tragic and complex and growing and beautiful. I fell in love. Theres no other way to put it.


Also, I had ox-tail stew for lunch and deer for dinner last night. OMNOMNOM you guys. Spanish food is interesting. BUT TOO MUCH PORK! CUT ME A BREAK HERE SPAIN!

:D Planetary Go! recap later. Coding and recap is taking longer than expect. /o\

Hope everyone else is having an awesome week!
dancinbutterfly: (*Icons with my face - Gerard)
So. My Chemical Romance. They're awesome right? This is about the Nottingham show because other people, [livejournal.com profile] krisipanics for example, did a far far better job of describing the Manchester gig. So [livejournal.com profile] ladyfoxxx and I split up from Krisi, Alice and Charlotte at the train station at about, eh, 1ish? There was much hugging and it was lovely but sad.

C and I debated for ages what the game plan was and in the end we decided to take our time. We went to the hotel and did our makeup (FAR less dramatically than the Manchester show). We got there maybe half an hour, twenty minutes before doors and still managed to get about six feet from the barrier. Then we sat down on the floor of the arena, put in an ear bud each and sang to my MCR folder on random.
And here we are, parked on said floor )

I am still not impressed with Lost Alone. I'm sorry guys. I know MCR loves them and all but COME ON. They are, as the brits like to say, a bit shit. The Blackout, on the other hand, continue to knock my socks off at every gig. Seriously, they're fantastic. They are also one of the few bands whose music I think is FAR better live than in a studio version. PS, Sean Smith, never stop fellating microphones. Love me. Seriously, you're challenging Gerard for faest princess in all of cupcake land.

But then MCR came out and, well, Gerard took his crown back. I dont really have a lot to say about it. They're amazing live and the crowds are rabid but still, stunning none the less. So instead, have a picspam. They're worth 1000 words )
Also, if you found that you liked any of these pictures and wanted to icon them or use them in art in any other way - go right ahead. Just comment with a link when you're done so I can see it? :D

Overall, insanely amazing. I just, ugh. Band. You always leave me feeling better about life than I felt before. ♥ forever.
dancinbutterfly: (*Icons with my face - Gerard)
So. My Chemical Romance. They're awesome right? This is about the Nottingham show because other people, [livejournal.com profile] krisipanics for example, did a far far better job of describing the Manchester gig. So [livejournal.com profile] ladyfoxxx and I split up from Krisi, Alice and Charlotte at the train station at about, eh, 1ish? There was much hugging and it was lovely but sad.

C and I debated for ages what the game plan was and in the end we decided to take our time. We went to the hotel and did our makeup (FAR less dramatically than the Manchester show). We got there maybe half an hour, twenty minutes before doors and still managed to get about six feet from the barrier. Then we sat down on the floor of the arena, put in an ear bud each and sang to my MCR folder on random.
And here we are, parked on said floor )

I am still not impressed with Lost Alone. I'm sorry guys. I know MCR loves them and all but COME ON. They are, as the brits like to say, a bit shit. The Blackout, on the other hand, continue to knock my socks off at every gig. Seriously, they're fantastic. They are also one of the few bands whose music I think is FAR better live than in a studio version. PS, Sean Smith, never stop fellating microphones. Love me. Seriously, you're challenging Gerard for faest princess in all of cupcake land.

But then MCR came out and, well, Gerard took his crown back. I dont really have a lot to say about it. They're amazing live and the crowds are rabid but still, stunning none the less. So instead, have a picspam. They're worth 1000 words )
Also, if you found that you liked any of these pictures and wanted to icon them or use them in art in any other way - go right ahead. Just comment with a link when you're done so I can see it? :D

Overall, insanely amazing. I just, ugh. Band. You always leave me feeling better about life than I felt before. ♥ forever.

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