Off the grid.

I missed music tuesday this week. I might have missed it last week too? Hmph. I'm not even sure, and I'm too lazy to look . I'm a bit frazzled right now, so I'll likely be off the blog grid for a while.

This is one of my new favorite songs, from my new favorite movie.

If you haven't watched Drive, please do. The understated love story melted my heart.

Working with writers.

My friend Lee Horton, sports reporter for the Peninsula Daily News, recently wrote a letter to a group of fellow former copywriters that included a great description of what it's like to work with writers. So accurate, so endearing:

If we never had a conversation about [ending a sentence with a preposition], I guarantee we could have. Jessica would probably be okay with using them at the end of a sentence, but Crystal might have some reservations. I haven't decided what Jordan would think about it, but he would express his view passionately. Then somebody would bring up the next potluck. Amanda would be excited about that, but she would be against placing prepositions at the end of a sentence. Jessica doesn't care, she's still okay with it. Kenneth would then take his graduate degree out and place it on top of his desk. He would then eloquently explain the arguments of both sides, including their origins. He concludes that we are all free to end sentences with prepositions, even though he never does. Crystal reminds us that it is time to talk about potlucks, and Emily screams.

Brilliant and accurate caricatures of some of my favorite people. Our lives were driven by potlucks and grammar.

I stole this entry from my other friend, Kenneth. Follow his blog. It's good.

For the record, I fully support ending a sentence with a preposition. To quote Churchill,"This is just the sort of nonsense up with which I will not put."

Gotye in Portland.

This concert was knock-your-socks off incredible. Life changing, moving, exciting, high energy. Hmm my mind overflows with adjectives when I think about it. I may or may not have burst into tears twice during the night. Words don't really suffice. These photos might help, but they still won't reflect my feelings of joy for this night.

I lurked outside this tour bus for a few minutes. Chris left me there.

The Crystal Ballroom is a historic building with mural-painted walls and sprung hardwood floors. It's got quite the past.

Kimbra opened for Gotye. She gets down onstage. Majorly.

Surreal artwork projected on the stage the whole time.

During Bronte. Guys. You know how I feel about Bronte.

A great view.

Banging the hell out of the drums during Eyes Wide Open.

The stamp to get into the concert. I considered getting this tattooed here. Chris talked me out of it last minute stating "It'll look like you just came from an amusement park. Every day of your life." I argued with "Yeah but that'd be cool, right?"

Concert love.

Music tuesday.

The Naked and Famous. The Sun
*Be warned: The video is a bit saucy.*

Music tuesday.

An old, old favorite.
Alien Ant Farm. Attitude.

Music tuesday.

Gotye and Kimbra were amazing. I was over the moon the entire concert. There will be a post on that soon. In the mean time, here's my newest favorite Gotye song. Simple and honest.

Gotye. Giving Me a Chance. 

Music tuesday.

Gotye. Night Drive.

Concert is coming up. I pray he sings/plays  this. :)