Dear Diane,

How are you? I hope all is well.
Have you written that book of yours yet? Don’t let them critics get you down.
Everything here’s about the same, thinking of moving out of Boston for a change.
The guys are doing okay I hear, so everyone’s doing alright.
You know how it is, you always do, we always do alright.

Yet sometimes on the darkest nights, sometimes by the sea,
Sometimes I ask myself why you had to go,
And then I remember it was me.

C:
But something’s wrong
I think my heart is gone
I think you took it when you left this place,
Now that I’m leaving too
Again it’s not with you,
I guess then the story’s gotta end this way.


I’ve never made the best decisions in my life,
wasn’t sober enough to remember the first few years.
So I wonder if I’ve closed the door on myself, if I deserve most of the tears.
But it is what it is now so I should just let it go,
I’ll go throw around a ball or two or maybe I’ll just grow old.


Yet sometimes on the darkest nights, sometimes by the sea,
Sometimes I ask myself why you had to leave,
And then I remember it was me.

Anyway just thought I’d say hello ‘cause time flies by so fast,
(6 months becomes a year, a year becomes five)
Soon we’ll take for granted the friends that we have
and they become the ones that we once had.
Take care Diane, take care for yourself.
Take care, take care,


Love,
Sam.

Today I drank Bottled Milk. Kick' it OLDSKOOL. (excuse my paintjob in paint)





As in:




As if i needed one more reason to love the city of hong kong.

So dear friends, if you have the ON IT AT bookset, I would like you to go to page 72 of the AT book. Then you will see that I smell good.



( Hmmmm... )

( Onwards! )

This time I'm writing about a concert. I don't usually do this...in fact I've never done it before- no, not even for Tegan and Sara. I guess this was a special show.




So, I didn't want to go alone, and so I didn't. A friend in my old English class told me she was going. She's pretty cool so I met her and we went along. She however did bring some friends- some I knew (andwhoalsoknewmetoowell?)...some I didn't. Some who never even heard of the band. I then wanted to go alone, but it was too late, i was already attached to them. And then we ate dinner (which I didn't really want to do, I had a sandwich and 5 energy drinks before leaving home) causing us to be late. Well late for the opening act- to me this is late, to them just right.

But nonetheless, four gentlemen of a curious band (name) put on a show that I never thought would be so good.

Best song of the night: SOUL MEETS BODY!  Watch the vid i recorded. Sorry about the jumping around :D




They came on stage accompanied with deafening screaming from the crowd. The noise immediately stopped when they kicked off the set with a song no one seemed to know. [I mean, I have all their studio albums and have downloaded a LOAD of their b-sides and live songs and I still didn't know !? Even I was having doubts about the energy of the show from the start.]

BUT THEN, THEY WENT CRAZY. Let me tell you how:



BEN GIBBARD:

Has too much hair. But has an album correct voice. So i still appreciated. PLUS HE must agree when I say CHANGE YOUR GUITAR TECH!! It seemed every electric he played he found fault in it (although i couldn't hear much...maybe thats what he was complaining about, the lack of connection from his guitar) and at one stage got so fed up, took off his guitar and threw it on the floor then ran over to the keyboard and played his part on the keyboard. Hey, this is what versatility is all about! This man is an amazing acoustic guitarist though. His solo effort "I will follow you into the darK" was a crowd favourite with everyone singing along. [Even that couple that kept making out beside me, I could endure because they seemed to know all the lyrics to this song and were singing along].


NICK HARMER

Easily the sanist person in the band. He didnt lose control, didn't yell at any sound people, didn't do much really but play amazing bass. Cool and calm. I found it funny how his mic (where he sang backup for only one song) was facing towards the audience, i.e. His back was to us. Interesting. Intersting sane bassist. Cool man. Good voice too (for the 10 seconds worth I heard)





JASON MCGERR

I turned on the TV today and on the 'today show' there was this host who reminded me of Jason Mcgerr. He was a baldish middle age man who was a father and was giving tips on how to communicate with your children. They looked eerily similar. Difference? JASON is a THE LORD DOTH BLESS-ED CRAZY DRUMMER! Always the reliable drummer, collected and accurate, true until the last song of the night. "Transatlanticism", a slow-ish song saw him damn near break his drumsticks he was banging so hard. I was quite scared he would break the snare drum too. His head was down and he was banging on those drums over and over like he was in a trance. It was scary and you could hear the audience draw in their breathes. He was out of control. I was scared. But in a totally good way. I wish my dad was like that.




CHRIS WALLA

So obviously the best for last. This guy wins at life. He wore a cap that came down low, covering his eyes for most of the set (except for the part he took his jumper off and we saw his little boy messy messy hair!!!!). In fact when he came out for the encore with a half eaten chocolate bar in his hands and a cheeky grin, i was convinced walla had the inner age of a 6 year old boy. I could have died there. But before this happend, the boy was a man. He was totally the man of the night. Like Ben's people, the guitar techs need to be fired. They gave him a new guitar for a new song and while the band started to break it down...Chris rammed into his extra cool solo when we all gasped in HORROR. THE GUITAR WAS OFFFFFFFFFFFF TUNE! It was really bad. He looked up and gave Ben the "I can't believe this!!!!" look and then tried to ammend his part on the spot with a guitar tuned very off. I think i saw him panic and start sweating. He was struggling. And I felt his pain. It's different when they put the capo on the wong fret or something, you can change it back. But when they tune it wrong...that takes time to fix. The song was more than half over and he had missed all of his part. But then he did this superman thing. I don't even know how. He put his head down...making him seem headless instead of just eyeless from the cap and retuned the whole guitar on the spot. He managed to get the guitar up and running before the second last chorus and we all CHEERED like MAD!! WALLAWALLAWALLAWALLA!!!!



GOOD SHOW DEATH CAB!! BUT FIRE YOUR GUITAR TECHS DAMNIT.

p.s. photo quality crap cause im too lazy to upload proper photos and am using LJ's defult thing. I have no doubt they are of the crappist quality. But i have to go to work tomorrow when its saturaday and i dont give a damn.

Picking up from the last time you came over,
and I can't think anymore.
I tried to drop it all like a fat rock,
But I was always better at throwing pebbles across the water.

So can't you just go and get off my island?
Go back to that place that sounds like the moon.
Go and get off my island!
Don't you regret now that you don't live in a city by the sea?

I still can't believe that there are people who can't swim.
In fact, you look like one of them.
You come over and you're nice as hell,
But maybe because you're leaving, across the water.

I'm sorry your doctor wont tell you, but you're certified blind.

I don’t say what I feel because what I feel is not what you want me to.
I love you too much to let you know.
I rather it eats me alive than touches you at all.
These false expectations put me to sleep.
Yes, they are still better than the thoughts of you that keep me awake.
I have created options to keep my justified.
I have chosen to keep me justified.
Yet as my self sorrow grows the want for your lungs to stop takes a sharp jab into my thoughts.
It is sudden. It is momentary. It is present.
Stop the beating in my heart. Stop the breathing in your lungs.
Ripping away all the surfaces: I don’t belong in your world.
I sit displaced as they call you to them.
He will take you. She will take you.
Compromise will only be the one to persuade me.
So I will stay silent with you because I am too scared to go.
Tomorrows I will try again, knowing the outcome will not fail a beat.

One day i will write a song named:

"Diane Chambers, why did you have to go?"

Prepare world.

I don't usually spend this time writing to anyone, notwithstanding you.

The ink in me did flow, if it comes, it comes.

But tonight is different, cold, I've forced this pen to move for me.

My loud but shakey reasoning is, to offer an explainations for my actions, my thoughts, my charged words, and their consequential loss.

Inspired by my travels to a place I've never been, my mind drew pictures of scenes I've never seen.

I am not a pioneer, but a lost traveller, searching for the promise land, to find only a new friend, a foe withing the clean snow.

The snowman from my past has melted, yet in his wake the earth is still cold and sodden.

As I push this pen to take me home, I starve colder and puzzled, but there is hope yet.

Though the dark, I still could see
You're one street down
from where you should be,
But you can't move.

Across the line, you skipped hello
I could hear you cry,
I promised to let you go
But you held on.

C:
As the days pass
You really start to wonder
If anyone really cares at all

You let the skies win
Because they've done caving in
And you know you're not the one who needs to prove
Anything at all.


After the show, we talked til 2,
You told me you'd make it through
But you're scared of
Where you're going.

The world is weak, and you are strong,
But there is no right,
There is no wrong
So you hold on.

best thing i've coughed out so far i think.


When the clocks no longer understand you
When no daylight wishes to follow
Something will happen to reinvent you
I can feel it in my fingers to the bottom of my soul

I am delusional
But so is the world
Who says seeing is believing?
I don’t see or believe in what I feel
But the hours will connect with the minutes
And the minutes will bid the seconds hello

So I will grab your hand
And we will stand here
And wait
For it to happen

Breathe and take a chance
And we will stand here
And wait
For it to happen

Do you feel cut?
Nothing is in order
The plans are flawed and the maps are lost
I can hear them complain to the atmosphere
The smell of dusk and dawn are too far gone

And so between this artifice
I will close my eyes and block my ears
My senses cannot fool me now
I’m running on overdrive with pure heart
And if your heart is pure
Then there is nothing to fear
And time will follow suit

You’ll be the leader tomorrow
I’ll be your guide after that
The speakers will listen and the teachers will learn
Underground, in the sky: Am I delusional?
Just forget it and lie down for now

I know this is really sweet and it makes me wanna puke too. But i guess it is cute. The guitar part is nice and mellow.


If I walk down this road a million times
Will I memorize
Your footsteps, if you've been here?

If I fall asleep under your same moon
Thinking about where you are
Will I wake up closer to you?

Cause all I want
Is to see your smile
And I can live
Even if I just get to see you for enough time
To click a photograph

I'll keep it in my pocket
Forever and then
I can smile because you are smiling
forever
in my pocket.

There’s a burning in my chest
And it won’t go away
Going deeper, getting stronger
Constantly reminding me of
Where you are tonight
By some one else’s side
But I know it’s right, yes I know it’s right

You have always puzzled me
Why you share that world with me
Through the words you say
And the pictures you take
Is it to treat me as a friend
Or tell me it’s the end?
I give up. I can’t understand.
This thing that passed between us.
Except that it’s wrong. Yes I know it’s wrong.

You came and claimed this ground in my head.
Now I battle the hinges on my creaking bed
Because I can’t sleep without you.
I crawled away and bled my way back
Forgotten too quick, forgiven too fast,
If I had a choice I’d turn the time back
To my life without you.

See if lived in canada, i would have been here, at tegan and sara's new video shoot for their new album where all the extras were fans:

http://community.livejournal.com/tegan_n_sara/734592.html?

AND
I would be looking at Tegan's sexy back especially with a RED drumstick stuck in her shirt without her weird eye condition.



But i do fly tonight, and won't be back for a while. So world take care.

I will "hop a plane".

Heehee

Isn't it ironic,
You can't remember.
But I can't forget,
When you said "forever"
And we closed our eyes
Held on to what we knew
and we were together,
For a little while.

A brief time in our lives,
Lives long in my mind
A record you broke,
repeats, repeats.
But I will still cherish it,
Because you broke it.
Not me.
This time.

I will lie in the jagged pieces,
Sleep in the broken harmonies.
I will stay for a day or more,
So that even though
you can't remember,
I will never forget
The lonely words that you said.
Isn't it ironic?