First Sunday in Paris

Menu: Thai- spicy curry and all that jazz. Plus, lemon tart prepared by George! Kick some ass. This night was chilly.

Somewhere, there is life

Les Murmures du Cheval

HEALTH Halloween

HEALTH on Halloween night? Does Paris really want to go down in flames? Tonight was a lovely display of drones, light travel, experimental dance sequences, and and a performance made for lucid dreamers. HEALTH is wonderful live; if they come to a city near you (and most likely they will- they go universally everywhere) buy that ticket to see them, you won't regret it. With a lot of noisiness and experimentation is serenity and beauty. Their silhouettes are dramatically bold as they do their own stylistic form of rocking out. The random screams and cries also pump you up, so they're keeping punk alive

My friends and I had the honor of speaking with them for a bit, and they're just as great dudes offstage as they are onstage.

My friends and I had the honor of speaking with them for a bit, and they're just as great dudes offstage as they are onstage.
Post Script: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

Jay you Reatard!

Jay Reatard cancelled on Paris two nights ago- apparently his band has quit on him for being a total drunken fool and pissing on his guitarist...love it. Anywho, this means I have an opportunity to see either Atlas Sound or The Horrors to compensate for a lost, loud night. I also learned today that Grizzly Bear plays in Stockholm the night beforemy arrival there. So I suppose seeing both Atlas Sound and balances out okay, oui oui oui??

L'Aniverssaire

Today is my 21st birthday...voila. Je ne sais pas, mais je n'aime pas mon anniversaire et je veux etre age huit, sil vous plait! Anyway, I got back from Scotland yesterday and I am impelled to return soon and never leave. J'adore beaucoup!!! I went to a comedy club, the country, Edinburgh, Glasgow, the cathedral in Glasgow, graveyards, castles, universities, Mackintosh museum, and many bus stations. I can't believe how perfect was. Also, the shopping was way more chic and innovative them originally expected, so cheers my dears.

Save me

Marais treated me like a proper destitute princess today. I got my whole outfit for only 7 euro, excluding my boots from Topshop. Though many perceive the get-up as complete shit, I'm pretty excited! I feel as if my Grammy (mum's mum) is smiling in her grave in Salinas right now and saying "Atta girl Mei Mei". A tattoo dedicated to her next? Mum don't read my blog.

Obscura

Camera Obscura played at La Maroquinerie on Rue Boyer tonight. They did a lovely job, except for the song where she forgot the lyrics. Somehow her Scottish charm made it all the more endearing. So that happened all tonight. The neighborhood is super sketchy, but the bars and life there are heavenly!

Let them eat cake.

Paris. See you in 4 months- stay lefty San Francisco!

A Nightmare to Hate

I hope I never dream nor live this. I feel a severe thud to the ground and open my eyes to see that I have returned to the abominated desert. I look around and see that I am stranded. I don't know how I have gotten there and if I will ever escape. I hear foot steps and turn around to see a group of tatted up pop-punkers. They have the X's on their hands which means the worst; straight-edge. One picks me up and says I have had head trauma and that it is okay now since I am in Arizona and will be staying there for the rest of my life. My body is inert and I cannot speak because my throat is too dry. The leader of the pack lifts me and says he is going to place me on the board of an MRI machine. They strap me on just in case my body is going to move again. Then the wingman comes in with some headphones with music that they believe will help my head recover; Journey, my all time hated band. My body is still inert, so I just sob uncontrollably as the straight edge pack wheels me and the machine across the desert. When they make it to Scottsdale, I am informed I will not ever be able to pursue my goals or be the person I want to be. I will dress how they want and I cannot go out and have fun on my own. I will be a straight edge cyborg for these criminals. When they take me out of the MRI board, they put me in a white outfit (so they can find me easily) and place a mask over my face so I cannot speak- ever. They also give me a Louis Vuitton purse so I will fit in with the culture. I cannot take the life that I have been forced into which has no escape. I find one escape and luckily Scottsdale is full of pools...

A Dream that I Want

I want to have a specific dream. It starts out with me riding a train in Europe winter of 1898. It is perfect winter weather and beautifully grey out. It is also eerie, which is necessary for my winters. I hear some clinks and screeching sounds and all of a sudden the bridge breaks and the train crashes. The conductor and all the passengers die. I squeeze out of a window empty handed. I am wearing a garment that matches the snow. It looks like a Chanel wedding dress. I walk through the forest and find a castle perched on top of a steep mountain and walk a path to its entrance. When I make it to the doorway it automatically opens for me which immediately indicates to me that I am in Transylvania. As I enter I hear a faint sound coming from upstairs and I follow it. As I near, the sound gets louder and louder until I finally reach the top and find Prefuse 73 eltronicing. It's quite cold and windy up there and at that point I believe that I am going to be forced into marrying Dracula (by Prefuse 73). A hiss noise comes from the balcony and so I run to it. The balcony holds a capacious, ancient cemetery. I hear the whispers and they are from the ground. The tombstones have all the names of my loved ones on there. Am I getting married to a diabolic individual in front of a cemetery that is held near and dear to my heart? The hissing whispers suddenly stop. A song I never heard before is playing with Prefuse 73 and it is loud, destructive, and impeccable. I run inside to find my deceased alive and breaking the furniture. There is no wedding. The white means honoring the death.