favorite bands include but are not limited to: nirvana, the distillers, the clash, elastica, sublime, flogging molly, 113, zebda, the streets, the gossip, hole, green day, Manu chao, morcheeba, gipsy kings, ojos de brujo, bob marley, rancid, queen, billie holiday, dropkick murphys
favorite movies: run lola run, some like it hot, snatch, boondock saints, taxi (the french one), the mummy, sleepy hollow, fear and loathing in las vegas, aladdin, pirates of the carribbean, the usual suspects, pulp fiction, kill bill vol 2, swing, gadjo dilo, fight club, casablanca, white cat black cat
favorite books:..f*** it, favorite movies was hard enough. I don’t have a favorite book.
favorite person, place, or thing (NOUN): brody, angelina jolie, sardines, france, nutella, velvet, punk rock, sexual innuendos, marilyn monroe, wife beaters, the middle east, hopeless savages, kindergarten, courtney love, irish accents, pineapple orange juice, foreign films, sources of income, barbies, revelations, atheism, late nights, nostalgia, sensory memory, deja-vú, milla jovovich, gypsy music, riots in the streets, chaï, sex, sticking it to the man, cafés, edgar degas, clint eastwood, garage, bags, mohawks, skateboarding, consciences, santa barbara, porch swings, dread lock rastas
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she's not the one coming back for you
While I know this is supposed to be only band related news, I'd like to give those who read this an unfair advantage in the race to buy my car. Yup, you heard it right, the infamous Bro-Dawg, of Coca Cola fame who starred in the legendary 'donut sequence' and has been my sole mode of transport for the last 16 months, is up for grabs. If you think even for a second that I'm selling her because she's too old for me, you can think again because 1979 was a very special year and she runs like a dream. Really, I'm just not going to be around to take her out and I want her to find a loving home where she'll be driven and pampered.
This is an EXCELLENT winter car; extremely functional heat, very dependable, and we're even throwing snow tires in to sweeten the deal. If warmth and safety weren't enough, this one holds a shitload of equipment! We've succesfully hauled amps and drums to as far as Warped Tour in Buffalo and back without fail. If you need more convincing, this car has
experienced some serious limelight. Lance Accord, the legendary cinematographer, actually hung out of the window to film us driving. That's how safe it is. And how starrish. Shit, now I'm getting mixed up. The point is, he thought it was safe AND that he was in the car at all. Brody's named after the frontwoman of the Distillers who, did you hear?, is pregnant! That's wild. Whatever, if all the above aren't enough, the girl's got class, she's manual, and has an easily fixable stereo. How can you say no to that? If you can, you're dumb.Man. Don't you just LOVE Bad Religion?! Well who cares about you, you don't even want to buy my fucking car, the point is that I love bad religion. It's pretty much all I listen to, and I'm not ashamed to say so. They were rocking live (greatest understatement of the century) and now they're all over my head. Do yourself a favor, go download Infected off of Stranger than Fiction. It's so intensely the best song in the world. I promise.
you and me are incurable
I want to bathe you in holy water
I want to kill you upon the altar
you and me, you and me
rawr!
I want to conquer the world
Huh. Well. What can be said, really? The tour. It was awesome. I just don't know how to describe I guess. It was splendid. Fantastic. Amazing. Mind-blowing. Unforgettable. The people, they were just real and the music was just real and it was really beautiful. I met people I hope to surround myself with for the rest of my life. Sweethearts. Genuine people. Drew and Alex from the merch tables, Justin and Pat from Anti-Flag, Eugene and Sergei from Gogol Bordello, Greg and the boys from Bad Religion, Sue from Epitaph, the sweet security guards, the patient sound guys, the kids in the circle pit, the ones who came up to us later, bought our stuff, congratulated us, supported us. It was wild. Really. And those are just the people we met that were cool, not to mention of course the parents that got us everywhere, Steve, Ted, Mike who always knew what to do and where to be. I can't really figure out how we ever got there. How I'm at home now in the snow. How it ever happened. But there's picture proof that we did in fact tour for 3 days with Bad Religion and that that we looked damn good. Haha. Shit.
Yeah, life is too fucking awesome, in fact. It makes sense. It smells good. It feels good. It was a burning throat, smiles tossed around, boots stomping, beaming with your whole body, turning down offers, feeling like the world may just be an okay place. People are good and I've come to terms with it. What can you do? It's thanksgiving and I've never felt more thankful in my life. Thank you everyone and everything for doing what you do and being who you are. It's too much. There's even snow outside, for fuck's sake! I guess it's taken me until now to really enjoy it all and yeah it's all about pilgrims and much-too-gracious Native Americans who should have just let the ungrateful assholes starve, but it's just great. Tour, I mean, not the travesty of colonization.
I know I'm the only one who ever updates her blog, but that's okay and you know what? I'm going to do it again when I look through the hundreds of pictures that were taken. HA! So, don't touch that dial because we'll be right back with new pictures of Kievan Rus on tour with Bad Religion. You heard it here first.
the Sayerville two-thousand
I hate guitar solos, they all sound the same
Life is weird. Have you noticed that? It's just a strange thing in general. Sometimes it's sunny and sometimes it's not. Sometimes you're convinced it's sunny when really it's raining. Sometimes you think it's pouring when really it's sunny out. That's weird. You know, next year I'll be in college. I'm spending a semester in Central America this spring. In a week and change we'll be on stage playing fast and not stopping for Bad Religion fans in a ballroom in New Jersey. In 5 minutes I'm going to go brush my teeth. What is this time business about anyway? In not too long everything I've known is going to be left behind for a new life and new skin. I wont be Maia from Kiev with the weird hair colors, I'll be some other tag. I'll be some other stereo-type. I'm waiting to feel like a grown-up. And you know what? I like Anti-Flag. A lot.
Maybe more importantly, I love Gogol Bordello (Gypsy Punks). They may just be my favorite band and I can't wait to meet them...because I'm going to meet them...because we'll be opening for them. What a trip. What is this weather all about? Just got to hate human emotions.
I'd like to see a change
I'd like to see a change
I'd like to see a change but I'm too busy
Tearing everyone down
While I know this is supposed to be only band related news, I'd like to give those who read this an unfair advantage in the race to buy my car. Yup, you heard it right, the infamous Bro-Dawg, of Coca Cola fame who starred in the legendary 'donut sequence' and has been my sole mode of transport for the last 16 months, is up for grabs. If you think even for a second that I'm selling her because she's too old for me, you can think again because 1979 was a very special year and she runs like a dream. Really, I'm just not going to be around to take her out and I want her to find a loving home where she'll be driven and pampered.
This is an EXCELLENT winter car; extremely functional heat, very dependable, and we're even throwing snow tires in to sweeten the deal. If warmth and safety weren't enough, this one holds a shitload of equipment! We've succesfully hauled amps and drums to as far as Warped Tour in Buffalo and back without fail. If you need more convincing, this car has
experienced some serious limelight. Lance Accord, the legendary cinematographer, actually hung out of the window to film us driving. That's how safe it is. And how starrish. Shit, now I'm getting mixed up. The point is, he thought it was safe AND that he was in the car at all. Brody's named after the frontwoman of the Distillers who, did you hear?, is pregnant! That's wild. Whatever, if all the above aren't enough, the girl's got class, she's manual, and has an easily fixable stereo. How can you say no to that? If you can, you're dumb.
