This weekend was amazing. :D

I'm only sad it's over and now summer is over too. But that's okay, because this post is going to not be about that, I don't think. Anyway, on Saturday, I went to the RevGen (Christian) music festival in New Jersey with my best friend. It was basically ten consecutive hours of hearing loud noises, getting to look at musicians and hanging out, which meant it was relentlessly fun. My father took me there, which was cool because according to... certain people I'm supposed to be hanging out with him more. Plus, he wasn't as loud or shrieky as my mother would have been. And he doesn't really care what I do most of the time, so he didn't try to make me stay with him constantly or anything. But I'm kinda rambling. So, anyway, we saw several bands. There were a couple that I didn't know that my father and I stood in the back for during the first hour of the festival, but they were pretty good. One was screamoish in nature, and the other was poppy rock, but if you asked me their names, I could certainly not tell you. I think the first thing we did pertaining to a band who's name I actually knew was this thing where we went inside a tent and listened to The Devil Wears Prada talk. I had never actually listened to this band, but I'm just going to take a second and mention that their keyboardist was exceedingly adorable, so that kept my attention while this old pastor person asked them questions for a while. Although I was somewhat disappointed there was no hugging involved with this little tent thing, it was fun to hear famous people talk and be in the same room as them. And then, I think - I could very well be forgetting something or putting things in the wrong order - we saw a band called Fireflight, who my mother apparently likes. I know she's not totally opposed to distortion or anything like that, she listens to Nickelback and the like, but this band was heavy so I'm sort of surprised she liked them. I actually recognized several of their songs from hearing them played in the car, or the house, or whereever she plays 'em. They were very good live. They sounded more metallic and much louder than on the CD, which I think made them sound better. Plus they had this synchronized headbanging thing going on that made them doubly entertaining to watch. Their singer was good live; she had lots of energy and was still... y'know, singing. And their guitarists were not only adorable, they appeared to be good at what they were doing. Which was guitar.

After that, we waited in line to get Fireflight's autographs which was cool 'cept for we were sort of worried they might want to know what our favorite songs were or something, which was not going to work out as we were not actually sure what the names to anything was. That got taken care of, though, and so we got to see the people up close and they touched stuff that we touched and all that. I don't know why, but the concept of being in the same realm as famous people is so insanely wonderful to me. And then we saw The Devil Wears Prada. I refused to go in the circles of people jumping around not actually slamming into each other because I am lame, which is unfortunate for Jill (the afore mentioned best friend), who probably would have, otherwise. And then my father thought I was going to die so he made me come stand further away, which I suppose might have been sad if I didn't partly have the same fear. I wanted to be near the front so I could see the band, but I didn't actually want to be in the middle of that. Aside from not having any clue what they were saying, ninety eight percent of the time, because they were, well, screaming, they were pretty good. I love their keyboardist. Which has almost nothing to do with the actual music, but I figure it's relevant enough to pass muster for this thing.

And then we ate food. And then we saw Flyleaf. Flyleaf was probably my favorite band of the day. They were incredible live, in my opinion. I was happy to find that I knew almost everything they played, with the exception of one or two new songs I don't think have been released yet. They played pretty much all of their best songs, besides 'Red Sam', which I don't think I even noticed the lack of while until just now. My favorite was definitely 'Breathe Today' - I used to be so addicted to that song, a year or two ago, and it was the coolest thing ever live. But 'Cassie' live was really good too. I actually liked it better when they played it than I did off the disc, I think. My only complaint was that I could barely hear Lacey's voice on some of the songs, maybe something was wrong with the sound system. We managed to be nearish the front but not in a pit of people, so that was good. Oh, and my father remembered his earplugs this time, so that meant he wasn't whining about being deaf after the show.

Lastly, we saw Switchfoot. My parents are both Switchfoot fans, so I know a couple of their songs, but I myself don't generally listen to them. Still, I enjoyed their show. Their singer was extremely good at the whole connecting to the audiance thing, and I recognized more than I thought. And he had beautiful hair. And eyes. And so that was entertaining too. He kept doing this thing where he was like, playing his guitar with his mouth which I'm sure sort of failed to impress whoever he was trying to impress but I thought it was a nice touch anyway. When the festival was over, we waited about an hour and a half 'til they decided we could leave the parking lot and then made the trek over to our hotel. By the time we got there, I was already half asleep. I think that's the most tired I've ever been before three in the morning and after nine in the morning. So that was the end of Saturday.

And then on Sunday, I went over to Jill's house and we watched 'Singles', which was a super amazing movie. I want to own it now. If it didn't have a sort of sex scene... Anyway. I think I should also make it be known that she had like, a heart attack over Pink Pop '92 videos of Pearl Jam. Mostly, Eddie Vedder. So if she ever tries to deny it, I shall have the evidence right here! I don't know what else to say about this besides that she has gorgeous posters up in her room.

This post is getting long due to my rambling tendancies and my lack of blogging as of late. I fear I might not be posting all that much in the months of September and October. School was the death of my last blog. By the second half of the year, time should be easier to find, but I'll have to work hard to keep posting. So, yeah.

Oh, and my shoes got here! They really are so ugly, they're pretty. Imagine bowling shoes faded from black to dark gray made of something between flannel and cotton, with scuffed up soles and oddly shaped tongues, and you have them. I love them. So much.

Music has been several things, mainly. I brainwashed my father to like Elastica during the car ride to NJ and back. I was surprised that he liked them, but I suppose I should just be happy because that means I can obessively play their album and he might not mind it. I've also been getting into the Distillers, a little bit. At first, I only listened to their hit, 'Drain The Blood,' but then I listened to all of Coral Fang and it's a great album. Pity it's got an explicit sticker and a naked girl decorating the cover. I'm especially addicted to 'Love Is Paranoid'. Best. Song. Ever. I hope I lose my addiction to it at some point, because I really don't think I can download it. I've also been listening to Green River, Smashing Pumpkins, and the Gothic - Industrial Tribute to SP that I have. Some stuff on there is brilliant, like Bella Morte's cover of 'Soma'. But some is crappy. Or at least, not to my personal liking. I was listening to a little bit of Flyleaf this morning. Oh, and I've been loving Devo. I need their first album.

That's about all.