Washed Out.
My skinny jeans and stripped t-shirt were all ready to get smoke filled and beer stained with the rest of my hipster comrades at the Washed Out show. I was ready to fist-pump and head-bob the night away to the chill wave beats by Ernest Greene. Finally showing up fashionably late ( who gets to a show on time, right? ) I was disappointed to not see any of my hip ‘anti-social’ socialites, but instead sexy sorostitute babies and their circle-jerk bro boyfriends.
After the ‘Beep beep beep boop boop beep boop zip zap’ sounds of opener, Airbird, Washed Out finally took the stage.
The set Washed Out played was mostly from his newest album, Within and Without, and I was disappointed when it sounded more like a jam band. It then clicked. Of course there was a reason the perfume queen next to me was being used as a puppet by her dopey bro boy-toy, because Washed Out sounded like a new version of Phish. Ugh, I hate Phish.
Washed Out’s set wasn’t all bad, ‘Soft’ sounded amazing. This show just didn’t compare to his last intimate, and high energy, show at Eye Level Art - I guess those were his good ole days.
Obama circa 1980.
The Little NuNu.
It’s easy to look up in Charleston and see a gorgeous sight.
This Boy
is alright.
I’m sad to call my self a North Carolinian tonight. It feels weird to realize that their are people in this world that don’t see the it as a beautiful place. I guess it’s because I don’t surround myself in this pool of bigotry.
I’m being punished for something that is right. I’ve done everything that society has asked/made me do, yet I’m still nonexistent to the government. Does this mean I shouldn’t pay my taxes?
I’m hurt, North Carolina. I’m hurt, America.
one of my favorite pictures from the cycling trip.
sometimes when i bike to work i wish that i was in the middle of nowhere again.
The Black Keys.
i just found this gem. haha.
This Girl. You don’t want to miss out.
Summer.
Hosting good friends over the weekend that we haven’t seen in a long time. It was a marathon weekend of pure joy and drinking -of course.
This isn’t the most appealing picture of me, but it sure does sum up my Cinco de Mayo.
Spontaneous boating trips with friends is just another reason why I love Charleston.
