here is the scene where you save the day

it's a beautiful day in central pennsylvania.

check out stars. really good. i love bands with female leads.

bluebird don't fly too far, i won't know where you are

check out paper rival, i'm really digging them.

www.myspace.com/paperrival

100 Guitars

My mom and I went to 100 Guitars tonight, it was a concert put on my by the Collective, my old music school. It was outrageous. Dave Brambaugh is a genius. I really miss the Collective, and especially him, a lot. He was the greatest teacher I ever had. He really taught me discipline and respect for the art of playing music, and playing it well. I remember distinctly the night my senior year of high school when he made me cry... I was working at a bar, taking three dance classes, running my church's youth group, and playing in "Pocketbook Assault" Uptown's only girl band. He told me that if I wasn't going to practice to just leave and not come back. He said I shouldn't waste his time. No one had ever told me that I was wasting there time before.. I was so upset, it taught me a really valuable lesson about managing my time. It was one of many, many great things Dave taught me that didn't even relate to music.

Looking at Dave up on stage tonight, with a 100 of the many hundreds of students that have come through his doors the last eight years, and it's amazing that he has changed so many lives..I remember my senior year of high school getting a certificate from Catholic Relief Services after I did the Tsunami dinner at Annunciation, and they sent me a certificate that said "I had changed the world." I was so excited at the time to think that something that I did had made a difference in other people's lives, but somewhere between school, my own life, and my own selfish wants and desires, I have lost sight of helping other people...

I need to do that. Figure out what I can do to change lives I mean. Like my dad has always said to me, "look outside of your three foot circle and pay attention to whats around you."

Say Cheri Cheri

I went to Barrel 135 with Gina and Josh tonight to see Mallory play. I guess the place is new, who knew Williamsport had a wine bar? Mal was outrageously good as always, a lot of people from home were there too which was nice.

One of the songs Mallory played was 32 Flavors by Ani DiFranco, and, to me, it has always been one of those songs I forget about for a while, but then come back to later. I forgot how amazing it was. God, I love that song.

It also reminded me of the beginning of my love for playing guitar. I remember going to Rockstation and picking up my first Ani album. I used to have a poster of her in my room, too. What a bad ass woman. My all girl rock band, I had a great childhood.

Mal also played Martin Sexton, a bunch of Counting Crows, some Traci Chapman... it was a great show, good atmosphere, and good friends.

Bed time!!

Home...

I know, I know... it's been forever... too too long. It's summer though, so I'm back for good!!

I came to a strange realization tonight, it was the first time I felt like since I came to college... I got incredibly heart sick for home. I actually had an ache in my heart. A commercial for the Who! came on, and made me flashback to all these childhood memories, times in the car... listen to Clapton, the Who!, Mott the Hoople, Blue Oyster Cult. I love those memories...

It makes me think of the Garden State quote,

"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place."

Outrageous.