Live from Philadelphia... Manchester Orchestra

So last night, my adventures included seeing Manchester Orchestra with a friend at the Theater of the Living Arts in the always lively city of Brotherly Love.
This mix is brought to you by two of the opening bands: Harrison Hudson of Nashville, Tennessee, and An Horse from Australia. Yes, they are from Australia. Of course, this mix would not be complete without a few select songs from the headliner, Manchester Orchestra.
Enjoy the music :)

( I do apologize for the Harrison Hudson "widgets": you have to toggle with them a bit before they'll play. Try clicking the play button a couple of times, or sliding the little time marker over until it says "buffering" and then move it back to the start of the song. That's the trouble with these indie people, they never have decent Youtube clips! haha.)

Last Days and New Beginnings

The more I try to study, the more blog posts I write. Perhaps I should study more regularly and maybe my posts would be less sporadic.
I read this quote, and I thought I'd share:

“Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.” ~Steve Jobs

I like that idea. As I spend my last full day here at school (I'm in the library no less), I hope you have a summer to remember. I hope that you accomplish everything you want to do, not purely because you want to do it, but because it will better you or further you in some way, in an attempt to bring you closer to who you truly are.

Enjoy the music :)

See You Soon

Only two more days until I'm on the way back to where I'm from. It's funny when you leave home for a while; you grow so much internally that you don't quite fit back into your old bedroom. Like you're juxtaposed among the clothes, magazines, and stuff that's supposed to be yours, but you don't quite recognize it anymore. You pick up the pictures on the dresser from days gone by and you smile a bit like it's all a half-remembered dream.

Finals Cram Jam

Yes, I'm procrastinating. I have a final this week, not to mention several end-of-term papers due, but I love this study mix so much, I just wanted to share it with all of you. Could making other people's days better be considered procrastination? I would think not :)

An Interesting Project

I saw someone make this for a music class on another music site I like. I was intrigued by the concept of the idea: make a soundtrack to one's life. I mean, there's plenty of songs that I think correlate to my life at any given point, but this assignment has one lay it out like a movie: opening credits music, making friends, fight scene, and then growing up, closing with an ending credits theme. So I figured, why not? In this moment,(following the set list titles of the assignment) I'd say these songs (overall) are the soundtrack to my life.

1. Opening Credits


2. Waking Up


3. Childhood


4. Vacation


5. Friendship


6. Growing Up


7. Falling in Love

Hellogoodbye "Baby, Its Fact" from Marco de la Torre on Vimeo.

8. Fight Scene


9. Breaking Up


10. Making Up


11. Life's Okay


12. Midlife Crisis


13. Happy Dance (apparently at this point in my life I'm bipolar, haha)


14. Regretting


15. Dreams Come True


16. Growing Old


17. Nostalgia


18. End Credits


Thanks for listening :)

Fishbowl World

I’m sitting on the edge of my bed in my dorm room, staring vacantly out the window. My mind is thinking about everything and nothing all at once. King, the Beta fish that has recently taken up residence on my roommate’s dresser, swims languidly inside his rectangular container. He swims to the bottom, then around to each of the sides. I consider the way I pace the room when I’m caught up in thought; my feet hit the floor, and I walk the rectangular perimeter of floor space leftover from the beds and other furniture. Perhaps King is thinking too. It’s the only way we can be free in this fishbowl world.

Life is a Story

...and I keep turning pages.

Enjoy the music & this beautiful day. :)