A typed version of the incomings and outgoings of my head. Also, a biography of my daily doings and adventures. AND sweet nothings.
Fictionist. I had the pleasure of attending their rooftop show in Provo last Friday, and it was as enjoyable as a bowl of cake and milk. I owe credit to the good Jenna Dobry for telling me about this show. Attending with me was Russ Allphin of Mudbison fame and we spent the evening in good conversations of art and reminiscence of humorous times from the lapse of the previous year. As the time arrived for Fictionist to perform, Russ and I went to the rooftop of the parking garage to find that the once unfilled flat, was now packed. Well that didn't do much to stop the likes of Russ and I, and we went strait to the front with surprising ease. The band started to play and we couldn't resist to screem to the heavens that this is what music is. I much enjoyed the time spent there and I ended up with the setlist, which I gave to Russ, a pick and the lyric sheet to there new song which they played for the first time that night. All in all, I should have had to pay for that. Vote for them to get on the cover of the Rolling Stone Magazine.