ChristynNicole

indiehappyhour:

Cecilia and the Satellite • Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

It wouldn’t be any stretch to say that Andrew McMahon has consistently been my favorite artist since I was 12. I still remember the first time I heard “Cavanaugh Park”— I stole my sister’s Sony Discman before heading to school, blatantly ignored my friends, and listened to this mixed CD that one of her friends made her. It was a big move for me… I really wasn’t listening to anything other than Eminem, Nelly, and 2Pac at the time. Imagine my surprise when angsty, bitter 12-year-old me fell in love with everything that hit my ears. Taking Back Sunday, the Early November, and the Starting Line stuck with me, but Something Corporate always meant a little more. I’m committed to so much more than Andrew’s music; I’m committed to his message. He’s a new dude, now, much different than he was back in ‘02, but he’s still churning out music that is outrageously personal, relatable, and meant to be heard at a high volume in a vehicle without a destination. “Cecilia and the Satellite” is so much more than what I expected to hear when I pressed play, and damn it, guys, I’m so stoked about it. 

Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.

—Anne Lamott  (via sundaysmuse)

(Source: jerfreyy, via themessesofmen)

Penny & Sparrow

—Come Thou Fount

hiricky:

After performing their set masterfully, Penny and Sparrow ended with a hymn. Needless to say, it was beautiful.

Take a listen!

If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning; You watch the sunset too often it just becomes 6 pm, you make the same mistake over and over you stop calling it a mistake. If you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up one day you’ll forget why.

—Phil Kaye from Repetition (via blackestdespondency)

(Source: myheartgoesbumbumbum, via misformeg)

Chicago.

Chicago.

Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, like it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way.

Katie Kacvinsky (via emotional-algebra)

(via jeremybdavis)

rainy festival day

I feel like I should tell you how my day works so people don’t think I am just generally ignoring them anymore.
Wake up.
Make sure everyone knows load in details.
Coffee.
Check emails.
Check texts.
Answer 10 of each.
Read news.
Hop on conference call.
Scurry to load.
Meet promoter.
Eat lunch.
Answer more emails.
Hangout with toddler.
Help load out.
Settle.
Post following day sheet.
Have a beer.
Sleep. (Or attempt to).
Repeat.

So if I haven’t responded to your text or tweet or Facebook message, feel free to try again. I probably saw it in the midst of working and forgot to respond and now forgot it existed (it, not you.)
In the case of Christyn vs. social life. I’m losing in a major way. Sorry friends.

Capture to remind me this cranky two year old is also a goofy good mood toddler sometimes

Capture to remind me this cranky two year old is also a goofy good mood toddler sometimes