ElectroCity??

So this entry is going to be my take on the newest hipster trend to catch on in Memphis... come on you must have heard about ElectroCity!


This is half rave dance party, half indie hipster cool contest, but either way a hell of a lot of fun!

The brain child of some local dj's and musicians this new phenomenon is a recent addition to the Memphis nightlife. It is hosted once a month, previously in old warehouse's it has finally moved to Nocturnal on Madison Avenue for its new home (across the street from a local Irish favorite Murphy's). It has grown and grown since since it first began over a year ago, now showcasing the biggest gathering of Midtown hipster's since Bright Eyes last played town (haha). So I say all this as a precursor to the fact I was adamant not to attend, it felt a little too kitsch for me (and that is saying something), and my preexisting research on the effects of alcohol on large numbers of young hipsters had lead me to steer clear from such functions. Yet I kept hearing about how kickass a time it was sure to be, so finally I gave in, I put on my double banded purple headband and skinny jeans and went to DANCE.



Not so fast skippy, I first had to wait in a line, (an event I am very much unaccustomed to having to endure), for close to 2 hours! In this course of time not only did I smoke half a pack of cigarettes, but I got to do some very involved people watching. I saw a guy with what appeared to be a teddy bear attached to his head in hat form, girls wearing next to nothing despite the rain and 40 degree weather, and way too many glow sticks. I also got to watch a group of what appeared to be 16 year old girls try to skip me in line and their faces when I began calling them stupid little bitches to the security guard. Remember my previous comment about booze and hipster's? Well yeah it proved my point, "southern hospitality" seems to be dissolved when girls inhale that much hair spray on a daily basis, seriously how big does your bouffant need to be when your about to dance in a nearly pitch black space next to dudes sweaty backs? Sheesh.



Ok, I'm off point. So my group finally makes it in around midnight, and yes the pain of waiting and close call cat fight was all worth it. I danced and drank my PBR's untill it shut down at 3 a.m., listening to the dj's spin everything from Kanye to Rage with never a dull moment in between. I ran into several friend's and acquaintances, and several people I'd have rather not seen, I got glow in the dark bubbles sprayed across my arms and back, and left that night sweat soaked and happy. So the moral of this story is, just fucking give in already. Go shake your ass and get drunk, who cares if every annoying hispter stereotype is there, hell that just gives me more to make fun of! ElectroCity was something Memphis has been needing for some time now, we are always the last to grab onto the bandwagon (sometimes a good thing), and well an electro dance scene was just what all us kids needed to expend that pent up winter energy we get from day after day trapped in the same old bars. I am not going to be able to make this Friday's opening of ElectroCity's sister party Credick or Debit, but I will be at ElectroCity next month. Hey if anyone reads this, well hell maybe you can come and buy me a beer!



Ciao til next time, and support our city, buy at locally owned businesses!

Salinger Died of the Winter Blues Today:
It is cold now and all that was once green is grey.
The weeping willow has let it last tear fall untill spring.
I wish I was like the tree
                             with winter to dry my eyes.
Yet now I cry like snow hitting the asphalt,
It melts yet leaves its trace,
                              footsteps in the snow.

And all the great poets and writers are dead.
When the seasons change
                              they will not return.
Is this why the willow weeps?

                           

Decoupage

All things considered the Ferris Wheel wasn't such a bad idea.
Spin.
Stop.
Spin.
Stop.
A maddening sort of redemption.
A treetop variety show,
You'll be Punch, I'll be Judy.
Candy-coated dysfunction,
And cotton-candy dreams.

All things considered wearing that red dress was a fine choice.
When you screamed it made you look beautiful.
Polaroid frozen transgressions.
Smile.
Flash.
Smile.
Flash.
A broken mirror bad luck spell, and three inch heels.
Our own Russian roulette.
Vodka spiked passion,
And hangover hatred.


**Old one I stumbled across today, thought I'd share it for ya**

Lost in our heads.

My writing is a scramble of incoherent ramblings filled with naive thoughts and vague half-formed ideals. Why do we writers do this to ourselves?
I will never be a published philosopher creating new earth shattering theories.
Nor will I ever write the next American classic novel.
But we try try try.
We let our thoughts consume us, live in our minds...never fully part of the real world, yet never entirely escaping reality.
I can't relate to humanity, but human existence fascinates even the most basic of writer. We wish to capture moments on page, emotions with phrase....all in a vain effort to make the meaninglessness of live be poetic.
I cling to my writing the way an adolescent clings to a teddy bear when they know they must soon hide it away in the back of the closet...shamed a friend my call them childish.
We all try so hard, but who ever really makes any impact?

wegetlostinourheads.

Publish Post

I'm a Little Tea Pot...

So as I sit here mourning the lose of the Memphis Tigers game, I am sipping on a mug full of green ginger tea. It helps settle my nerves from the torturous game, and well, hell it tastes pretty yummy. But who knows, maybe it was the game or just my need to make everything pretty, but i am just not diggin my coffee mug. I mean they are for COFFEE. So, I have decided to go on a TEAcup hunt. And lookie cookie what I found on Design* Sponge. Not only can my teacups make tea more fun, but ooh la la...new candles too? Check out the DIY archives on their website for more details:



Also in continuation from last week's blog about "How to Love You More"...I found another interesting project to work on...simply make an encouraging banner..snap a pic, and send it in...here is my favorite I saw:

Learing to Love You More

So I stumbled across this beautifully poignant website called "Learning to Love You More",
which is composed of a set of assignments by two artists. You complete the task,
and submit your work to be posted along with hundreds of others.
This was an amazing find, and I have chose to complete assignment # 70 Say Goodbye.
www.learningtoloveyoumore.com

Here is my submission:
Goodbye to fearing the future.
Goodbye to being second best.
Goodbye to all those people I once thought Loved me.
Goodbye to codependency.
Goodbye to self doubt.
Goodbye to clinging to the past.
Goodbye to biting my nails until they bleed.
Goodbye to self medicating with drugs and alcohol.
Goodbye to not letting myself cry.
Goodbye to all those crossroads in my life, where I mistakenly took the wrong turn.
Goodbye to my parents dysfunction.
Goodbye to being scared to commit.
Goodbye to giving to many second chances.
Goodbye to giving up on myself.

Scribble Scribble.

Something I wrote, eh.

Meth and Mathematics

In my former life I was tied to a bed in Bedlam,
And now, now is no different.
I am stripped bare vulnerability, Aphrodite’s forgotten child.
I walk these dark streets naked in my mind.
Look!- an elbow
Look!- a hip
Look!- a mannequin’s pieced plastic shell.
I am jigsaw puzzle sickly sweet.
Candle wax burns and Christ-like stigmata scars.

In my former life one plus one equaled two.
You, you are no different.
You’re fireworks and summer sweat, bare skin electricity.
You said my eyes could burn you alive.
You said that time stood still.
You said that the Mississippi made you feel small.

Now-
I am tangled hair inconsistencies.
Two plus two equals five.
Tangerines and sweet tea southern child.
I am a mad woman, crazed.
I am five years old in forgotten wedding gown.
I am still the milky way’s pride.