The new Weezer isn't quite as great as I was hoping. But the song from which the title of this blog comes is one of my favorite songs I've heard in a long time. It's my song of the day, check it out on my myspace.
Tomorrow's the last day of school. The air is filled with excitement. At least the stuff I've been breathing. Then Thursday I see PlayRadioPlay!, and Friday is Panic at the Disco. Both should be fun.
Yesterday was the second annual Mike Judy barbecue. There was a pretty decent turnout, although most of the people in attendance were females. It was alright, though, because MJ and I just talked sports to irritate the girls. A good time was had by most. I'd say that's about accurate.
One positive was that my friend Heather gave me the painting she did of me for her art class. It's a real crackerjack likeness. I thought the note her teacher left her on the back of the painting was worth posting as well. Neat stuff. That's all for now.
Quoting "You've Got Mail" there in the title, sorry. Actually. I don't apologize. That movie rules. Things in my life are going pretty well still. I've kind of got that "nothing can touch me, or if it does, I will quickly recover via a series of fortunate events" mentality. For example, the seniors' last day was today. I was sad about that and from reading "Perks of Being A Wallflower" in my fourth hour. I was walking to Psychology when I saw a senior I was hoping I'd get a chance to see one more time. I smiled and waved, she smiled and waved back. And bam. Things were back to good. I have all these ridiculous happy go lucky thoughts too. For instance, on the way back from lunch today, I decided to smile at people, and most people smiled back. And I thought, wouldn't the world, or at least the school, be a happier place if people just smiled at each other? It would be awesome!
I took a final today, my geometry one. I love math finals, because they always have absurd questions like "What is the relationship of angle a to angle b?" and answers like "A-married, B-it's complicated, C-taking a break, or D-tangent." Easy stuff. I finished my Journalism final up as well, so I just have to take my honors english one tomorrow. It will be difficult. One thing besides getting out at 10:30, that I love about the end of the year, is yearbook signing. I like when people write things like, "Stay cool." Psh. As if I would ever stop! Haha. On the other hand, some people write some really original stuff. Here's the best of the best notes in my yearbook thus far.
"It all started when the sun rose in a fiery ball of light." -Kyle Grant
"Chris Tucker is like pants. You feel morose if you leave home without him." -Cherisha Pankins
"To quote a famous man: 'I look forward to the day that all our people can be free from all oppression.' I assume that Dr. King was referring to teenagers. Keep it real. P.S. May your first child be a masculine child." -Dan Cody, a good friend of mine who was persuaded to attempt to snort a line of crystal light powder today in 5th hour. The results were hilarious.
Not much else to report as of late. I walked/ran a few miles barefoot yesterday. It was ridiculous. We were supposed to walk until we found the ice cream man. We'd been trampolining, hence the barefoot-ness, and I didn't bother putting the shoes back on, figuring we'd probably find him within a few minutes. Instead it was a few hours. We never did find him either. We finally ended up going to a gas station, but it wasn't even for ice cream at that point, it was more "If I don't get some sustinence, I'm gonna pass out!" All in all, I missed the guy a few times, and never did get the ice cream. Also, it was silly because I could have been breaking in my new shoes, but I more or less just broke my feet. I'm really satisfied with these. I think it might be time to bring the purple jacket out of retirement. That jacket, plus the new footwear...well. I may not look fly, but I certainly feel it. Haha. I'm done here.
Sure I had to borrow the title of a Paramore song to convey my current feelings, but lately that statement's pretty accurate. Getting toward the end of the school year, I always feel like I'm starting over. Not a lot phases me. For instance, having a pesky popcorn kernel stuck in my teeth distracting and annoying me for 3 hours, that must've affected me, right? Nay! Okay, so maybe a little, but that sentence was certainly amusing. House was on tonight, and I saw a character I really love lose his girlfriend (they didn't break up; she died), partially being his best friend's fault, too. Did that phase me? Negative! My point is, I feel good. I am going to, in fact, fail a few classes, and have to go to summer school a bit, but right now, I don't even care. I'm just glad to start with a clean slate, school-wise, and I feel, life wise. A lot of things happened today that changed my perspective around a whole lot. A couple good conversations, a couple beacons of hope in a world that's been exceptionally dreary for me as of late. This summer and the remainder of this year are promising. Oh, and ignorance apparently is bliss. It's not just an expression. Neat.
Christopher Michael Tucker
"Back To You" by Coconut Records This is actor Jason Schwartzman's (The Darjeeling Limited, Walk Hard, Marie Antoinette) band. And it's actually really good.
I'm glad I chose to go to Radiohead. Really glad. It was epic, as expected. 25 songs, two encores, insane lighting. Just awesome. I never really hated them, and all they did was gain more of my respect via the live show. Their brand of atmospheric rock works a million times better live, as compared to the repetition of the records. I almost didn't get to go, and ended up getting a face value lawn seat from a guy who had an extra. I got to hang out with my friend Mark for a few minutes before the show, so that was nice. A lot of people were smoking pot. That's about all there was to smell before, during, and after the show. Yeah. That's about it. Thom Yorke's band is alright in my book. And he sure dances well. Here's the setlist for Radiohead, May 14, in St. Louis, Missouri, if anyone cares.
01. All I Need 02. Jigsaw Falling Into Place 03. Airbag 04. 15 Step 05. Nude 06. Kid A 07. Weird Fishes/Arpeggi 08. The Gloaming 09. You And Whose Army? 10. Idioteque 11. Faust Arp 12. Videotape 13. Everything In Its Right Place 14. Reckoner 15. Optimistic 16. Bangers and Mash 17. Bodysnatchers
encore 1: 18. Exit Music (For A Film) 19. Myxomatosis 20. My Iron Lung 21. There There 22. Fake Plastic Trees
encore 2: 23. Pyramid Song 24. House of Cards 25. Paranoid Android
While at Radiohead, a close friend of mine was given some pot by a few of her friends who showed up at the amphitheatre. She smoked it and laid down for almost the entire set. It was sad to see. She has since apologized, and I don't hold any of that against her. Then Thursday night, another close friend called me and told me the story of how two of her best friends locked her in a closet and forced her to smoke weed for the first time. This made me so angry. I had a good mind to just call the girl that second and yell at her for being such an idiot. I mean, really. We as kids, have a hard enough time staying on track with our lives as it is. We need support from our friends. We don't need them tempting us or forcing us to partake in things that are going to hurt us. The pitiful excuses for friends I've seen lately just frustrate me a lot. They make me angry, they make me sad. It's as if one of my friends would come to me pouring out their heart about difficulty they'd been having in their lives, and how they were becoming suicidal, and rather than offering them the best advice I could muster, along with a hug, I'd just hand them a gun. Stupid. Ridiculous. I wish I could do more to help people. I wish I could at least write better. I think I got the point across well enough, at least.
Another failure of a Friday yesterday. I was supposed to go out to Ballwin to hang out with Mark and Hope, play some Early November songs, check out his home studio, and maybe watch "At Home With Saddle Creek." But Hope had to work a double shift, so I had no ride, since my mom was out in O'Fallon with a friend. No worries, I thought. Kyle, Tom, and Tricia were planning on going to see Narnia. I'll just do that. I called and let them know I'd be going, and they said they'd call when it was time to do stuff. After an hour and a half or so of watching Tegan and Sara DVD stuff, it had gotten to be seven, and I called to see what was up. Apparently, they were at Kyle's, and he couldn't leave his house. I was told to just "get a ride," to which I responded not too politely. I knew my weekend had just slipped away in the course of a few hours. Everything I worked for this week was for naught. In about an hour, I'm leaving to go to dad's. I'll be back Sunday night. I've got like 5000 weekend minutes, so feel free to give me a call sometime.
Christopher Michael Tucker
Thrice- "Come All You Weary" I'm glad they got to play this one on Conan. Simple. Powerful. Oh, to those reading on facebook, I post videos for these songs every time, but for whatever reason, the HTML doesn't transfer from the original post. Sorry.
A few people who've never read my blog before, do now, since I have it set up to where my posts automatically post as notes on facebook. So. Greetings to all of you reading from that location.
So I'm missing the Graduate's show since my mom is a nazi and made me choose either that show tonight or Radiohead tomorrow. I don't even really like Radiohead that much, but considering they're pretty much the biggest band of our generation, and they rarely tour, especially not in the states, I can't pass up the show. I will be wearing this shirt, because I am ignorant/honest. I bought my second record in two weeks today. It's actually a double album, Anorexia/Nervosa, from Showbread. I'm not all the way through both discs yet, but what I've gotten through thus far is really good. The stuff is definitely a lot heavier than the last record. There's a lot of industrial sounding stuff too, showing off the Nine Inch Nails influence. Anyways, check the records out. Best Buy has both albums together for 20 bucks for now. It's best to buy the record for sure, not only to support these great dudes, but also because the booklets make up a read along story that goes along with the music. Hear vocalist Josh Dies talk about it here (http://youtube.com/watch?v=wzDJ2h_E5oQ). Basically, there are two sisters: Anorexia, who owns a children's hospital, and Nervosa, who works in a combo strip club/slaughterhouse. Woo! Talk about creativity. That's all I have to say about that. Oh, and Switchfoot's on Jay Leno tonight. Watch them play a amazingly mediocre song from the Narnia soundtrack and pray to God this isn't what the new album sounds like.
Christopher Michael Tucker
Showbread- "The Pig" The message is...um...women are pigs?
I did go to our show of course, if you were wondering. I ended up singing on all our songs, minus the two originals we did, which I haven't gotten down yet. We played first, since the first band didn't show, and got a good 45 minutes in. We played Ever So Sweet (The Early November), Sunday Drive (TEN), Soco Amaretto Lime (Brand New), The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows (BN), Our two originals which are still untitled, and Say It Ain't So (Weezer), which ended up being a mistake. We got plenty of requests (Pantera, the mandatory Free Bird call, etc.) but didn't play any of that stuff. Just stuck to the script, so to speak.
The best part was probably our on stage banter. I guess you'd have to be there to really get it, but take my word for it, we were regular Chris Tuckers up there. I even dedicated a song to our new friend Jeff Fox(worthy) who cheered for us after every song. What a good dude. After the show, we walked back to the car for awhile, and then decided to play in front of Vintage Vinyl for fun and potential cash. We basically played our set over, plus a few more covers (blink-182, another weezer, etc.). We didn't make much, but we got an offer to play in front of an abandoned church. So I guess that's cool? The greatest part was, we were sitting there under the awning just jamming and having a good time while it just poured down raining. It was beautiful. No other way to put it.
Sunday was mother's day, and I hung out with my mom and grandma and grandpa. Party! Okay, so not really, but it was alright. They got a new fountain and it looks and sounds like a woman urinating. Awkward. The day ended well I guess. Today was a mundane school day. Nothing more to report from here. I did have a good idea for a song to write today, on the bus of all places! And now I can't remember it. Schucks. I see the Graduate (the band, not the movie) tomorrow night! Excited! That is all.
Christopher Michael Tucker.
The Format- "Dog Problems" I listened to this song at least 20 times today, no exaggeration. Give a listen, for real.
The title of this entry comes from a Death Cab for Cutie documentary I watched earlier this evening. Ben Gibbard is a brilliant man. This quote made such an impact on me, seriously. I wrote it on my hand immediately so I wouldn't forget. I was talking with a friend of mine awhile back about tattoos and she mentioned that she could definitely see me getting something really meaningful. I agreed and I thought pretty much about song lyrics, but I wouldn't restrict it to that after that Gibbard wisdom. I respect that guy so much. Man.
Today has been startlingly mediocre. I say startlingly because when the hopes and intentions I had for today are compared with the actual results, you end up with two shockingly different pictures. I did end up hanging out with friends after school as Kyle,Kevin, and I practiced for the show tomorrow. Tom watched. Around 5, I went home for dinner, after being told I'd be called later and picked up for an evening at the planetarium with the same friends, minus Kevin, plus Tricia. Around 8:50, when I still hadn't heard anything, I called Tom to see what was up. I heard noise and laughing and was told that they "kind of forgot" about me.
It's just so frustrating. For years, I've been waiting for that little circle of friends so connected and so perfect, and I feel like I've found it with these guys. That's why this sort of thing is so brutal. I felt like I had a real place, and had a key role in our happy little clique, and it all seems washed away right now. I'm sure this is not true, and that they meant nothing personal through their (non)actions. But I always take things like this personally. And this instance hits really hard. I don't even feel like showing up for the Red Sea show tomorrow. I really considered not going earlier, but I probably will end up there, at least for the sake of my friend Sarah, who got us the show.
While this has been an awful start to a weekend, tomorrow will be almost instantly better. I'm finally seeing Iron Man, which I'm pretty excited about. It looks killer, and I get to hang out with my friend Viken for the first time in quite awhile. Should be good. The rest of the day is up for grabs. Or maybe it isn't. Who knows.
Christopher Michael Tucker (http://current.com/items/88941110_death_cab_open_windows?xid=55) There's the DCFC documentary for anyone that likes DCFC and/or documentaries.
My moves will be so hot, you'll have to stand under the fan!
Leading off...Stuff like this is always weird. My good friend Amanda Gelso gave me a call this evening. She was outside the Creepy Crawl waiting to get in for the Jeffree Starr/Pink Spiders show. Superfun Yeah Yeah Rocketship was playing too, and apparently kids in the line were talking about him and how he played in some kid's basement. And someone was like, "Yeah, Chris Tucker!" I think it was a girl from my school, but still, I like to hear when my name makes rounds. I always thought it would be awesome if at the end of the day, you got a tape recording of every conversation where your name was mentioned. I guess that might be a lot to sift through for some people, but for self centered folks like myself, it'd be worth it.
Now it's time for new band of the day. I don't know if this will be a constant thing in my blogs, but I feel like doing it today so here goes. Today I'd like to spotlight New York pop punk band Faster Than Fashion. They wear Glamour Kills clothing and only one of them has a beard, but they are still good. They just put out their debut album entitled "Crazy Is The New Cool." Go to their myspace and listen to "Next Year You'll Be So Last Year" and tell me that's not catchy. myspace.com/wearefasterthanfashion
I'll be home this weekend, which makes me really happy, I won't lie. No idea what's in store, except for Saturday is the TMIMB show at the Red Sea. Seeing as how I haven't been to any of the band practices, I'll be sitting this one out, but I think I'll take some pictures. Should be a good time. I'll like to get a little trampoline time, and also finagle some adventuring this weekend. Sunday I'll be stuck with mom, and I'll have to put on my fake face, since I'm pretty mad about all her show nazi-ness, but I'll be okay.
Panic At The Disco is on Letterman tonight. I'm actually looking forward to it. As much as I hated the new album in the start, it's really growing on me. I think I grew to appreciate it a lot after listening to their last album for the first time in quite a while. The hyper, dancey stuff is cool, but I think another album full of tracks like those on "Fever" would wear me out pretty fast. It had the novelty factor then, but enough bands ripped it off, so much so that it really didn't hold my attention for very long. Are people still reading this? Thought not.
Christopher Michael Tucker.
"She's A Handsome Woman" -Panic At The Disco As performed by the muppets? This has gotta be my pick off "Pretty. Odd." The opening riff draws you in and it's all downhill from there.
So I was supposed to see the Chariot tonight. I figured it would be a quick phone call to make sure I had someone to accompany me, and I'd be good to go. But rather, I called my mom when I got home, and she point blank tells me I'm not going, and listed a bunch of bs reasons I can't even remember now. I was piping mad, I told her about this one a long time ago, and reminded her, and she never acted iffy about it at all.
So I was already pretty ticked, and then I saw some pictures on flickr that told me The Starting Line played one of their final shows here a week ago, and I didn't even freaking know about it. After what I thought was their last St. Louis show, I didn't get to meet Kenny, and left very sad and angry, being a total jerk to people I care about in the meantime. That's about how I felt earlier about that couplet of bad news. I knew I had to leave. So I called Kyle and got out of my house.
We played football in the rain, watched Family Guy, and walked to DQ for some dinner. It wasn't anything too crazy or out of the ordinary, but I needed it. And it was better than being at home, screaming at my mom. I don't really have much else to comment on about my day or anything for that matter. I feel pretty dumb just whining about how bad I have it all the time, and it's blogs like these I hope people don't bother reading. Stupid.
Christopher Michael Tucker
The Chariot- "They Drew Their Swords" I've missed these dudes twice now. Pissed.
My last entry was interesting. This one probably won't be. Just letting you know in advance. So I actually bought an album today, "Spread The Rumors" by Socratic. Last time I bought one was also from a band on Drive-Thru, Steel Train. They're both really good, or else I wouldn't pay for their music, so I'd advise you to give both a listen. That is, I would, if you'd actually go and listen, but you won't, so I don't even know why I keep telling you to.
I stayed home again today. My nose is slowly becoming the death of me. Both nostrils basically have these scabs, which keep breaking open. For instance, I'll sneeze and blood will fly out. Sweet, right? I haven't done anything productive with my free time either. I was actually going to get my Agape photos edited and posted on flickr this afternoon. I opened them up, then went in my room and fell asleep for a good 3 hours. Weird.
Tomorrow I have a show hopefully. Former Norma Jean vocalist Josh Scogin's band The Chariot is playing the Creepy Crawl with Alesana. Speaking of shows, I went to creepycrawl.com today to check for new shows, and saw my band's name on there. I knew we were playing a show there, it's just weird seeing our name in print, or type, I suppose.
I didn't really have much to blog about today. It was just a force of habit sort of entry. I'll do my best to make tomorrow's more interesting. Oh! I know. Here's a fun fact for you guys. Did you know...If jumping spiders were our size, they could jump 50 football fields. Impressive.
Christopher Michael Tucker
City And Colour- "Sleeping Sickness" Folk sound+soulful vocals=magic. Dallas Green of Alexisonfire's solo project for those who don't know.
I support animal testing. I'd kill a kitten to save a human being.
Those are lyrics by a great band called the Andrew Jackson Jihad. I agree with that statement too. Smart. Makes sense. So I stayed home from school today. I was already feeling like crap yesterday, and then I guess my mental state sort of went to hell as well, and nothing had improved by this morning, so I got to stay home. But this Monday, it was because I'm actually ill, not because I had a huge project due that I hadn't even started, like last Monday.
I didn't really do much all day. Slept a lot, thought a lot, listened to a lot of Tegan and Sara. Tonight I've been watching video clips from last night's show and getting sad. I don't know why I do this to myself, but I do. And I think it's necessary. It shouldn't be healthy, but I think it is. But enough about that. Here's some interesting stuff.
Wouldn't it be weird being in a band with other dudes and renting a hotel room? Think about it. 4 20-something year olds walking up to the desk to an attractive female clerk and asking for a room. A single room. I was going to follow that statement with, "I'd always feel compelled to be the guy going,'We're not gay or anything. No orgies here! We're just some straight dudes in a band.'" But then I realized that saying such a thing would be a display of insecurity about my sexuality. So for the record, it wouldn't be weird at all, and I would not mention any details about my relationship to the men I was with to the attractive clerk at the front desk. So there.
So my mom saw a movie the other night featuring a scene where a mother walked in on her son and his girlfriend having sex. Earlier this evening she told me that she had a dream where she walked in on me and my girlfriend (who doesn't exist) doing it. Obviously, she was mortified, and said something like, "Don't you know how dangerous this is?!" To which I responded, "Well, I always use a condom." To which she responded, "ALWAYS?!" I don't really know the significance of this, or why I am posting about it. I guess I know I'll look back and read these in the future and want to know what was going on in my life.
A lot of things I do are for posterity. I take pictures and dream about looking back on them in twenty years. I document every band I see. I try to document major life events somehow. I go see bands I don't even like, because I know in future decades, I'll be able to say, "I saw them." And people will care. A perfect example of this is the Radiohead concert coming up in 9 days. I like about three songs by that band. Quite frankly, I think they're extremely overrated, but seeing as how the general consensus is exactly the opposite, I will pay the absurd amount of 35 dollars to sit on the lawn to hear (and vaguely see) them. Ridiculous.
Not a lot else going on at the current time. Oh, I think I may be going on my first real vacation ever this summer, flying on a plane and all, thanks to the money Bush is giving everyone. I'm going to try to incorporate some kind of out of town show into this, not sure who or when, but I'm on the lookout. If you see or hear about anything good, let me know. That's all for now. Happy excuso to drinko day.
Christopher Michael Tucker
Tegan and Sara- "The Con" I think I can relate to their music because they have problems with the same sex I do. Okay, I was just being cute there. Haha.
What to talk about first...Well, Wednesday was a cool day. After school I got to hang out with my good friend Hope for quite awhile. We went to Steak 'N Shake and were the only two people there for pretty much the whole time. Then we went to park and climbed trees and played on playgrounds and took pictures. It was swell. I got home and called another friend of mine, Mr. Tom O'Brien to see what he Kyle (woody wagon kid) were planning on doing, and Tom informed me that Kyle was coming to get him, and then they'd pick me up. My mom called shortly after and told me not to leave until she got home. She finally arrived and I found out why she'd made that curious demand. She'd stopped by the cingular store, and long story short, I am now in possession of my first cell phone.
We ended up going to Kyle's, where we played catch in the yard with his girlfrriend Tricia and her friend Amanda or Ashley or one of those other common girl names. I love having social things to do on weeknights. It makes the week seem exponentially easier and shorter. Basically, Wednesday was one of those days where it felt like the way the glorified version of the high school experience should feel. And I like it.
Friday and Saturday were all about the Agape Festival in Greenville, Illinois. I took the trip up with my friends Emily and Victoria's church. No really exceptional bands played Friday night. I watched a little bit of Children 18:3 and Dressed To Kill and caught full sets from Run Kid Run, Nevertheless, Hawk Nelson, and The David Crowder band. After DCB finished, April, Kelly, and Ryne arrived. After chatting for a bit, I found out they had decided to stay at a hotel as opposed to the original plan of camping, so we drove for 30 minutes until we found a room in Vandalia. The room only had one king size bed, but it did have a jacuzzi. After getting set up in our room (aka me throwing myself on the bed repeatedly), we made a trip across the parking lot to the 24 hour Wal-Mart for snacks and other various items. Ryne and I pretended to be spies in strange hats. And that was that. We went back to the hotel and stayed up for awhile, watching TV and playing some dirty sounding card game, called rat screw, or something like that. I'm bad at that game. We went to bed around 2:30.
The next morning we ate breakfast, I took a soak in the Jacuzzi, and we made our way back to the fairgrounds. We ran into Matt Langston from Eleventyseven upon arrival and chatted with him for a bit before heading over to the main stage for the last ten minutes of a set by my friends in the Silent Film. They're really nice guys and they have some of my photography on their myspace. Check them out. Next was a weird funk band called the Fundamental Elements. Then Pickneyville, Illinois band Dear Future played. I saw these dudes last year and really love them a lot. I'm pretty sure most of you guys would enjoy them. Give them a try at least. Their lead singer resembles Foo Fighters frontman Dave Grohl. If that's not worth visiting their myspace, what is? Eleventyseven followed them and promptly got in trouble for making kids rush, and in turn, break the barricade. Ryne and Kelly were already staking out their spot for RK at this point, while April and I were off to the side of the stage. But around 2, I broke off from her and reunited with Victoria and Emily for another Illinois band, Forgetting Paris, who were playing on the second stage. They only played about 5 songs, but they were great as always.
By this point, it was around 2:30, and the next band I wanted to see wasn't playing till 5. So the girls and I killed time by just hanging out, talking, and playing frisbee in one of the church vans. I headed back over toward the main stage around 4:30 and ran into April and another die hard RK fan from New Mexico, Ann (I think). Jon Schneck saw us and came and talked for a few minutes and then House of Heroes started playing. They played some new stuff and some old stuff. Regardless, it was good. They're such a good band. Friends of RK too. John Reuben came on next and was really fun, much like last year. But this year, Thiessen came on stage to sing the end of "Nuisance" which made me smile a whole lot. The video will be on youtube soon enough. Everyone who played after were just stepping stones to Relient K. The Afters were decent and the only bright spot in Barlowgirl's set was their attractive drummer. This whole time I'd been making my way to the front, gradually angering young Christian girls. By the time RK came started their second song, I was front row.
Relient K is my favorite band. They always remind me why when I see them live. Last night was great. They played "Chap Stick, Chapped Lips, and Things Like Chemistry" for the first time in over a year of me seeing them. During Sadie Hawkins Dance, M@ pulled April on stage and saluted her for being his "biggest fan", a title which she cringed at, but still had a great time running around stage with the guys. I have pictures I'll send to April so you all can see them. We got to go backstage after and talked to everyone but Hoopes. I really feel like I'm getting to know them better. It was one of my favorite times talking to the guys, but I don't feel like talking about it all, and even if I did, you'd kind of have to be there anyways. I bid farewell to Ryne, Kelly, and April, and left around one. I got home at 2 and felt content.
Today's been brutal. Church was cool this morning. It was like Hispanic day or something, and there was a translator following around Pastor Rick. I was able to tune in a lot better, and I feel like I actually took something away from the service for the first time in awhile. The Tegan and Sara show was today. Now Thursday afternoon, my mom and I were over by Schnucks, where I usually by my show tickets. I asked if we could go ahead and get my ticket, because I wwas really worried about it selling out. My mom proceeded to tell me she hadn't decided if I could even go, so the answer was no. She apparently decided I could go today, and sure enough, the show had sold out. Swear. I knew I could probably still go down there and get in, maybe even for free, but it would just be a hassle. So I talked to my friend and we started sorting out transportation details. She said her mom wasn't home, but she'd call me when her mom did arrive, to let me know who was handling rides. Awhile later, I saw someone had posted 2 tickets for sale on Craig's list, so I called my friend to confirm she was going, since it had been a few hours and she still hadn't called me back. I called over and over and over again, but there was no response. I later found out she had fallen asleep. She slept for 3 and a half hours and by the time she woke up, the tickets were gone and there was no point in going down to the venue anymore. So right now, I'm having my own little pity party, listening to the new Death Cab, and wishing I was somewhere else. Namely, the Pageant, belting out the words to "The Con." On top of all that, I've had a bit of a cold this weekend and today, it's intensified a lot. Earlier, I was just sitting in a chair, sweating uncontrollably. I actually laid down awhile ago, and tried to sleep, but everyt time I started to drift off, I started to hear voices, just mocking me incessantly. I just feel really miserable. I'm starting to get to that place again where I just want to quit life for awhile and just sequester myself from everything. But who am I kidding. I'd miss people too much. Well. Some people. If you're one of those people or not doesn't matter. Regardless, thanks for taking the time to read this. Thanks for caring. Or at least pretending.
Christopher Michael Tucker.
Death Cab For Cutie- "I Will Possess Your Heart" This video is gorgeous. Ben Gibbard is one of those guys who writes about my life better than I ever could. If the opening lines of this song don't get you, you might want to check for a pulse.
I'm Chris Tucker. You might know me as "the real Chris Tucker." I'm 21 and I split my time between St. Louis and Chicago. I write about music and life. They intertwine a lot.
