Day 4
Day 4:
The Terrible nights rest I got was completely overwhelmed by the fun that I had. The long congested van ride to Houston was depressing due to the lack of an environmental change in scenery. Crossing the Mississippi river was a lot less exciting being an 18 year old as well. What I have noticed is that even though I am seeing a different side of the country a lot of things are constant. Every city has a million Wal-Marts, great Mexican foods, and their own stereotypes all live up, Texas is being the truest of them so far. Driving on the interstate just seeing huge blood red gates with someone’s last name followed by the word ranch. Cows casually grazing the rolling hills, while F350s zoom past them at alarming rates. I feel partially lost in this state due to my lack of never talking more than one year of Spanish in grade school. The signs of gas stations and eatery’s are draped with letters that I know form words, but can only stab at the meaning of.
After finally getting through all the traffic, we pulled into the back lot of Java Jazz. It seemed to be in old car garage that they revamped into a venue. It was a smart idea, that they executed very well. One thing that I have never seen before but found to be really smart was that on the spare walls they spray painted in large graffiti letters the names and dates of upcoming shows. The artistic sheen that it brought just lit up the room and made it a very comfortable place to be at.
The kids at the show were a colorful bunch of kids, they dressed as if they listened to strictly bands like Bring me the Horizon, but danced and smiled as if they were fans of Suburban Legends. The diversity of kids at these shows has really thought me to not judge anyone. I’ve met some really cool people over the past few days, people just as genuine and in love with music as I am. During just about all the bands sets the crowd did these group dance moves. During the A.K.A’s the lead singer Mike had the whole crowd sitting on the floor, then when he signaled they all jumped up and started to dance and move around. It was the first time I’ve seen them do it, and it really was a sight. The best one I saw was during foxy, their had to of been 30+ kids all jumping, but it had this water drop effect going. The middle of the pit was jumping the highest and then the outer edges leveled down.
Daisy, the bassist for foxy, this evening over did his act from the night before by smashing an old bass on stage during the last song. I’m so intrigued by their stage presence that seems to get better and better every evening. Even though some of the things they do and say each evening is some sort of the same thing, its still keeps my eyes locked on them. Alex this evening started playing the piano tonight as well, he’s so talented and such a positive addition to the band.
After the show we all hung around for a while. I’m glad that there is no awkwardness between any of us now. Us and Foxy went to a local taco place called ‘Taco Cabaña,’ It was a really festive and good place. The cashier was super high and gave everyone free drinks and such, he also stated that he could eat 6 burritos. A stature that would be impressive, but would as well make you beyond ok to function. Some friends as Foxy’s came with us all, and they were really nice kids. We all got a group picture after the dinning was done.
The biggest disappointment of that evening came from Ismfof. They said the night before that they were going to get a hotel for us to stay at. So we got all fired up the entire day expecting somewhere other then the van to sleep at. I was texting matt from Ismfof nearing the entire day, and he kept saying come over but wouldn’t supply an address. Their sketchiness or just shear lack of brilliance ceases to amaze me. So we opted to sleep in a neighboring Wal-Mart parking lot with deemed it self worthy the following day.
The days are starting to wear into one, but the trembling fear of knowing the end is near is making everything just that much more precious. I’m captivating memories in my mind, and trying to live everything up even more then ever. There’s a quote from ‘Mother Night’ by Kurt Vonnegut that I have been reading on the drives, “We all have bad habits to the wrong things, And we start to cling too late.” I am one of those people who believe in the greater cosmic universe and that everything happens for a reason, I found this to be a wake up call as sorts. Tonight I am going to make great, I am going to not be shy like I have been for some odd reason. The regrets that I feel growing inside me are not going to be felt tomorrow. I am excited for this maturing.
