Tagged: thoughts

My name

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When It Rains, Restless Heart Syndrome, World So Cold…I scrolled through my finished playlist with decided satisfaction, hitting the spacebar on my bulky hand-me-down Mac and turning up the volume in my headphones. The soft guitar and choir voices of Yellowcard’s Paper Walls title track played through the speakers in my ears, coming to a quiet stop right before the amps kicked in and began to dissolve the churning sensation in my gut.

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For the casually brave

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The lights are all off, as usual, with the exception of the red and blue bulbs with their waves mingling to cast a loud purple hue across the DJ booth. The garage door, which remains drawn closed only about 60% of the time here at the KSDT radio station, is pulled completely up and leaves a gaping view of the innards of the DJ booth, where open mic acts trickle in one after another.  Continue reading

18.

It’s been a few days of Adulthood™ now. Pretty much nothing has changed, but I must say I am excited by the thought that I could go get another ear piercing right now if I wanted to (don’t worry, Mom, I’m not actually going to– it’s more expensive down here in San Diego anyway).

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Moving Forward, 2017

It’s been an eventful year, as always. It was a sound wave of up and downs, and I don’t think I ever truly understood how much could happen within a short amount of time until this fall after starting school.

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Soundtrack: November

Mndsgn: just look at each other and dance

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Mndsgn at The Loft, October 2017

“You don’t have to look at me, y’know, you can look each other and dance.”

Producer Ringgo Ancheta, known as Mndsgn, grew up in New Jersey and is now based in Los Angeles, California. He played a set at The Loft at UCSD last night, filling the room to its corners with his unique sound.  Continue reading

6:17pm free write

 

(honestly it took me way longer to make this than it did to free-write)

I will miss this, I really will.

Sitting outside on my deck writing, laptop warm against my thighs and notebook pressing into the crook of my elbow. My dog sits near me, chewing on a leaf or something (as he does) as a gentle breeze, barely able to even be called a breeze, touches my shoulder and the tips of the trees’ leaves. I can hear the crickets starting to chirp through my headphones– there’s was a heat stroke in the Bay Area this weekend and the last of it seems to be ebbing away now. The fog is finally starting to roll back in over the mountains to cool down the air, saving my breath.

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