Colorado, Monolith

It was an eleven and a half drive to my Aunt and Uncle's house. Driving to Colorado you have to drive the entirety of New Mexico. Yes, I'm a hater of New Mexico. But not this trip. I found myself in a poetic state of merriment during the drive, something reminiscent of Cormac McCarthy. I found every sight beautiful, the clouds and mountains to start with. As if they were two entities birthed by the same mother, a beauty herself. It was great opening the windows of the Aveo and smelling nature, unfiltered. When nature is not a landscape, and not on the defensive. Smelling the bark and the wet dirt, the resonating tar of old roads and the cry of a lonesome prey. Stuff like that. Las Cruces and Albuquerque are still shit pools.
My cousin has custom-made Spiderman curtains. Fuck yeah!
Alex and I had a carousel when we were young. Now its up in Denver gaining miles.
I love their house. And I love the yearround sweater weather in Colorado. So many fashion-accessory options!
Some red rocks at Red Rocks.
Jukebox the Ghost. A fun lesson in fun. They were goddamn amazing. I'm not taking out their CD from my car for a long time.
A band of great banter and lovely songs about, pick your topic.
Alex and I enjoyed seven dollar beers during the festival. It was a steal, I think. I just made fun of the bands to myself during the cold stupor. The following bands suck/are pussies: Handsome Furs, The Rosewood Thieves, some random old comedian during sets, and Tokyo Police Club.
The VIP section, and apparently some guy getting a rejection slip from the bountiful table of Powerade, cookies, and muffins.
Tilly and the Wall. Their tapdancer is gorgeous. And now I want to tap dance. I think I would do well. I could audition for a Rocky Horror somewhere.
Tilly rocked me and my seven dollar Blue Moon. Oh, I might be in a CSS/Tilly DVD. I'll be playing the drunk obnoxious guy in the front row.
Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings. the best soul jazz mama ever. They covered a James Brown song that fucking killed. And some random fat black guy in costume, named TRL was on stage.
There were so many cute photographers at Monolith. Jesus! Band of Horses were a new favorite. It's a shame I didn't get into them earlier. A great performance and an equally great synergy with the crowd. I didn't eat for fourteen hours and I got sick toward the end of the festival. Fuck it, Justice is next!
You can't put words to a spiritual awakening. The set started with Genesis.
I was a goddamn raver during their set. Sadly, they had to cut their set, like, twenty minutes short because of technical difficulties. Xavier threw his keyboard to the floor twice. It was still great!
It was great to see the family. I loved the weather, and I loved getting sick and drinking awesome seven dollar beer while watching some favorite bands of mine.
my top five bands of the festival:
1) Justice
2) Jukebox the Ghost
3) Tilly and the Wall
4) Band of Horses
5) Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings
my top two questions to Alex on the road:
1) What if it hurt to be a cloud?
2) Are some animals afraid of the dark?