Oh Monday, how you've made a turn for the better. Today at work was a bit rough seeing as though my client's house was a disaster when I showed up (p.s. I'm a house keeper). I only had 4 hours to turn the house around too so it was a bit stressful. I didn't even have a moment to eat a banana (shame). Thankfully, my ever so understanding boss came to help me and we finished 45 minutes late. Not too bad but not my best.
So I'm driving home and then it strikes me.. "SHIT! I have to buy my Sasquatch Music Festival ticket tonight to get the most reasonable price on a 3 day pass!" So I rushed home tired but excited to make my purchase. Thankfully, Timber J is home (eating a salad ofcourse) and informs me that her and Leen have already bought their passes. I must buy mine IMMEDIATELY then! So I dish out the $187.00 scrillas even though I don't get paid til Friday. Prices will continue to increase after the release of the lineup tonight though so better now than later. Those bastards at Sasquatch just wanted to see how badly I wanted it. I know it... Closing such a deal on a Monday and not a Friday.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I will take the hit and consider this an early birthday present to myself. The last festival ticket I recieved as a birthday gift was an absolute success (Outside Lands 2008) AMAZING. I'm still dragging my jaw from seeing Radiohead perform live.
So here I am, the proud owner of a Sasquatch ticket. You might be asking yourself, "Well who the hell is playing then?" Haha. Funny you ask that. I don't know yet. Does that sound stupid? Why buy a 3 day festival ticket when the lineup could potentially (hopefully not) be pure rubbish?...
Cus I'm an asshole that's why!
What I'm really looking forward to is running around in a bathing suit all day long with my wonderful friends (3 confirmed as of right now), camping, drinking all day long, sweating in the sun, seeing bands that I'm stoked on, seeing bands that I mildly care for, seeing bands that I've never heard of, taking in the Gorge, being ridiculous, and dancing wildly. If nothing else, it will be the most expensive view of the Columbia River that I have invested in as of yet.
Furthermore, the lineup comes out tonight and I'm pumped to see what kind of mystery bag I've dug my little hand into. I'm hoping for some MGMT, Radiohead (would love to see them again. best concert EVER!), Temper Trap, Kings of Leon, Animal Collective, Bon Iver, The Avett Brothers, Mos Def, NIN, Broken Social Scene, Why?, Micheal Franti (another very very awesome live performer), Andrew Bird, Beirut, etc. Just to name a few from festivals I've seen before or were included in the lineup last year. C'mon May! Where you at!?!?!?!
Nostalgia struck me hard today, rolled in like clouds and rained on my parade. Sitting on a hardwood floor thumbing through artwork, I was taken back to Big Sur. For those who know this place, know ecstasy. I am back on my mountain with all of my friends watching the sunset where the west coast comes to an end. On top of the world above the cloudline, feeling your soul sink into the sublime. I miss this home, I miss the dirt that cakes onto your hands, sleeping bag, and your shirt. That is, if you're wearing one...because most often than not you'll be throwing off clothes once you get to the top. I can still smell the whiskey on our breath, feel the wind in my dreads from riding on the top of the beast, and the stab of hitch hikers in my bare feet. Goddess parties, topless in the trees, crying, laughing, drunk on eachother's company. Dancing on the roof, Red Stripes and cigars for breakfast, beer showers, and sunburns. It's all there. It's just me that's not. When I die, throw me off a cliff in Big Sur to rot.
