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Outside Lands 2013

..and incredible weekend filled with music:

Paul McCartney
Jurassic 5
Hall & Oates
Emili Sande
Willie Nelson & Family
Matt & Kim
Red Hot Chili Peppers

..just to name a few incredible acts from this years line-up – along with great music, there were also great comedians and great food!


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(Just a sample of what went on in that little Golden Gate Park bubble for an entire weekend – let’s just say that there was walking, more walking, and more walking but with all that walking came great music, great friends, and great food)

It was pure bliss and pure joy to hear the Sir Paul McCartney sing “Let it Be”, “Hey Jude”, and “Yesterday” live – when Mr. Best Boyfriend gives me the video files, I will upload them for you all to hear. I doubt it will be the same experience as seeing it live, but I want you all to enjoy what I had enjoyed! We got a little taste of everything, sampled some new music, watched some great acts, laughed to some comedians jokes, and ate some expensive yet decent food. At the end of each night I felt like my feet were going to fall off since we had to walk back to our cars after walking out of Golden Gate Park and my nose was filled with dust and dirt but it was an experience in itself – oh and trying to meet up with friends and staying with them was also very difficult since we would walk together and end up getting sidetracked and lost (ie ZEDD, we met up with our friends and people kept pushing their way forward so our friends got pushed back and we got pushed forward and when his set ended we just went our separate ways because there were too many people to find each other again, and when we did find each other again we just got lost again). I think I walked 10 miles in one day going from Land’s End to Twin Peaks and then back to Land’s End..and then we repeated the cycle many many times in one day.

p.s On Sunday, while Mr. Best Boyfriend and I entered into Golden Gate Park (near Land’s End – the big main stage) we saw a girl wearing a hoodie running into the park and the police were chasing after her, as soon as we passed the tunnel (imagine a short tunnel) she was caught and then taken into custody! It was quite a show because there weren’t that many people yet since we got there around 1:00 PM and it was Sunday so she was easily spotted! Lesson learned: don’t try to sneak into Outside Lands, you will get caught and your bail might just cost as much as a ticket! Oh and a friend of ours got drunk the night before and sold his ticket on Stub Hub and he didn’t know so he came to Outside Lands and was denied – *sigh friends don’t let friends sell their tickets! Haha.

p.p.s Fun Fact: I am pee shy, which means that I do not like peeing in random places unless I really really have to but the whole weekend I had to use the port-a-potties and now I think I can go anywhere (maybe). Darn for no ins and outs! Mr. Best Boyfriend and I would usually try to find the ones that they just cleaned out but that didn’t really make it too much better but I still went, so proud of myself.


The Antlers-Bear


There’s a bear inside your stomach, a cub’s been kicking from within.
He’s loud, though without vocal cords, we’ll put an end to him.
We’ll make all the right appointments no one ever has to know,
and then tomorrow I’ll turn twenty-one, we’ll script another show.

We’ll play charades up in the Chelsea, drink champagne, although you shouldn’t be.
We’ll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep.
None of our friends will come, they dodge our calls, and they have for quite awhile now.
It’s not a shock, you don’t seem to mind, and I just can’t see how.

“We’re too old.”
“We’re not old at all.”
“Just too old”
“We’re not old at all.”

There’s a bear inside your stomach, a cub’s been kicking you for weeks
and if this isn’t all a dream, well than we’ll cut him from beneath.
Well we’re not scared of making caves, or finding food for him to eat.
We’re terrified of one another, terrified of what that means.

But we’ll make only quick decisions, and you’ll just keep me in the waiting room,
and all the while I’ll know we’re fucked, and not getting un-fucked soon.
When we get home we’re bigger strangers than we’ve ever been before.
You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor.

“We’re too old.”
“We’re not old at all.”
“Just too old”
“We’re not old at all.”


Listen to The Antlers Hospice album (the songs all together combine a story), but beware, it can be and might be a little bit depressing to listen to the whole album, but worth it!

Sage Francis-Makeshift Patriot

“Makeshift Patriot”

[People talking:]
I’m tired of hearing of young fellows, who think you know it all.
You know nothing, you have not seen a shot fired,
and you’re waving the damn flag.

Frank, what’s that man?

I’m just watching some bullshit.
On the news. It’s fucking bullshit.
Reporters trying to win a fucking emmy.

Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.

It’s the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself for your live telecast.

Coming live from my own funeral
Beautiful weather offered a nice shine,
Which is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skyline.
It’s times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence.
My journalist ethic slips when I pass them off as objectives.
Don’t give me that ethical shit.
I’ve got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable american kids,
and it’s time to show this world how big our edifice is.
That’s exactly how they attacked,
when a typically dark-skinned disney villain.
Use civillians against civillians and charge the trojan horse into our buildings.
Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction.
Pregnant women couldn’t protect their children;
wheelchairs were stairway obstructions.
I had to back-pedal from the shower of glass and metal,
wondering if after it settles,
we’ll find who provided power to radical rebels.
The melting pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over,
but only on our own soil,
so the little boy holds a toy soldier,
and waits for the suit and tie to come home.
We won’t wait till he’s older, though,
before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end.
I’ll get a close-up of his head.

Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.

It’s the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself while the stock markets crash.

The city is covered in inches of muck.
I see some more pictures of victims are up
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck,
leaping lovers are making descisions to jump while holding hands,
to escape the brutal heat;
sometimes in groups of three.
The fallout was far beyond the toxic clouds where people look like debris
but all they say when all was said,
beyond the talking heads,
was the bloody dust with legs,
looking like the walking dead calling for meds.
All the hospitals overwhelmed,
volunteers need to go the hell home.
Moments of silence for firefighters were interrupted by cell phones.
Who’s going to make that call, to increase an unknown death toll?
Its the one we rally behind.
He’s got a megaphone, promising to make heads roll.
We’d cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control.
The less we know, the more they fabricate,
the easier it is to sell souls.

[Man talking:]
There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies last.
Changes need to be made;
no more curbside baggage,
seven pm curfew,
racial profiling will continue with less bitching.
We’ve unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant scripture to quote,
remember, our kind is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much wealthier.
So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part.

We’re selling addictive, twenty-four hour candlelight vigils on TV.
Freedom will be defended at the cost of civil liberties.
The viewers are glued to television screens, stuck,
’cause lots of things seem too sick.
I use opportunities to pluck heartstrings for theme music.
I’ll show you which culture to pump your fist at,
which foot is right to kiss.
We don’t really know who the culprit is yet,
but he looks like this.
We know who the heroes are,
they’re not the xenophobes who act hard.
We taught that dog to squat,
how dare he do that shit in our own back yard.
They happen to scar our financial state,
and char our landscape.
Can you count how many times so far I ran back the same damn tape?
While the cameraman creates news and shoves it down our throats,
on the west bank, with the ten second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst.
So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle,
’cause even if we win this tug of war and even the score,
humanity struggles.
There’s a need of blood for what’s been uncovered under the rubble;
some of them dug for answers in the mess,
but the rest were looking for trouble.

Makeshift patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself at half mast.

It’s the makeshift,
The patriot,
the flag shop is out of stock,
I hang myself.
Don’t waive your rights with your flags.

[Two people talking:]
Seriously, if I want to find out anything, I’m not going to read Time Magazine,
I’m not going to read Newsweek, I’m not going to read any of these magazines.
I mean, because they’ve just got too much to lose by printing the truth,
you know that.

What kinds of truths are they omitting?

Well, anything.
Even on a worldwide basis.
They’d just go off the stands in a day if they printed really the truth.

What is really the truth?

Well, really the truth is just a plain picture.

summer days of 2012: Alice Summerthing

Sunday June 24, 2012 – Alice Summerthing Concert


Vicci Martinez
Scars on 45
Boys Like Girls
Adam Lambert

It started off as “one of those days”, you know, one of those days that you wish you didn’t go to bed so late the night before (or the morning of the event), one of those days that you wish you could sleep in more, one of those days that you wish you didn’t take on any responsibility, yes, it was the beginning of “one of those days” on Sunday June 24, 2012. But hey, “one of those days” ended up becoming a relaxing day – just us and a free concert (stress the word, free).

Waking up at 8:50 am with “free Kevin” stamped on my wrist and smoke-filled hair made me want to shout ^$#@*)(*#! The night of Saturday June 23, 2012 was filled with laughter and playing catch up at Sushi Boat (good sushi, good sake bombs, and good company) and dancing at Ruby Skye (where we saw Adrian Lux spinning in action). So, one can naturally see why I had an angst for waking up at 8:50 am to make lemon water and homemade toasted sandwiches (filled with homemade basil garlic aioli, turkey, provolone, onions, and tomatoes).

Man friend and my lemon water and homemade toasted sandwiches on our newly bought waterproof beach blanket.

After 50 minutes of bustling around the kitchen and trying to be homey people early in the morning, man friend and I were finally ready to leave the house to head to Golden Gate Park  (Hellman Hollow, previously known as Speedway Meadow). Our plan was to park on Judah because we didn’t want to be stuck trying to find parking at Golden Gate Park, but little did we know that there was so many parking spots to chose from close to Hellman Hollow. The man friend and I got their pretty early and got to choose really good front row seats.

Up close and personal with either Graffiti6 or Scars on 45’s mic check.

Vicci Martinez’s set.


p.s It is August 20, 2012 and I had forgotten to most this entry, it was written on July 3, 2012.

Coldplay: Mylo Xyloto 2012 Concert

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Saturday, April 28, 2012

a quaint evening with live music.

Thursday November 3, 2011

An intimate night with good music and good company – this is what I call a perfect night after the rain. Mother nature definitely was on our side that night. It had been raining extremely hard the entire day, but hours before the concert, the rain had stopped and it was our night to enjoy. The venue (Slim’s; San Francisco, California) was small and quaint, but that was what made the night perfectly wonderful.

Line up:

  • Conner Flynn (with the Rhythm Twins)
  • Kate Voegele
  • Parachute

Slim’s bright neon sign that attracts you before you enter into the venue.

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summer days series #4

Sunday, June 26, 2011 – Alice’s Sumerthing Concert


  • OneRepublic
  • Matt Nathanson
  • Michelle Branch
  • Parachute
  • Andrew Allen
Alice Music @ 97.3 hosts a free concert every summer at Golden Gate Park, San Francisco – I like the words: free and concert in one sentence. Everyone knows how expensive summer concerts can be, especially if you are planning to see more than one artist. I have been looking forward to enjoying a concert this summer, but looking at the steep prices (well, I am not rich) my heart sunk! Well, what
better way to enjoy a concert that is free, outdoors, and has five bands performing? Alice Music brings Summerthing Concert for 2011.
kimtron.eats made sandwiches with the left over meat from
The view from the groups sitting spot. At least the stage is somewhat visible, but there is always a horde of people blocking the stage (ie. as seen in photo above). But this was the best spot that would allow all four of us to sit together comfortably – it took kimtron.eats and I about fifteen minutes to find a spot. It was a maze: we were stepping over people, we were finding cracks to step on, and we were hot and tired. After much disappointment, we ended back to the beginning. At least we finally got to sit, imagine if our group was ten + people!
Two people were passing out free mini-flying discs and beach balls, we were fortunate enough to score one of each. These will be used for future outings, unless the person holding onto these objects loses them.

Hello bright and big orange balloon! A smart way to mark your spot for friends and family to come and find you easily. Next year, we should bring a big object to let our group know where we are sitting. Because calling your group on the phone with lots of back noise is not the best idea.

Person 1: Hello, we are sitting here!
Person 2: Where?
Person 1: HERE!
Person 2: HUH?
Person1: Near this tent thing!
Person 2: I can’t hear you!
A bright and big orange balloon solves everything!
OneRepublic – the main and last band to perform: music for the ears! OneRepublic’s live performance is just plain musical, a great way to end the concert with great music.
After the concert:
On the MUNI ride back to Powell, there was a very odd conversation going on between a girl and a boy (I will label them girl and boy). Girl was giving boy advice on how he would be able to achieve “cool-status” by changing himself: looks, personality, the whole package. He asked if he was “cool” enough to be able to gain a girlfriend (or something along those lines, I am skewing their conversation) and she said that if he changed his hair and clothes he might be able to get a girlfriend because that is ultimately what “gets girls.” There was a lot more but plainly the conversation was just borderline weird – he needs to drop his advice girl and get a new one because she was not helpful.
— expressive sole