GOTTEM!

“I had a boyfriend who told me I’d never succeed, never be nominated for a Grammy, never have a hit song, and that he hoped I’d fail. I said to him, ‘Someday, when we’re not together, you won’t be able to order a cup of coffee a the fucking deli without hearing or seeing me.” -LADY GAGA

JOHN FUCKING MAYER!

I went to the John Mayer concert tonight. Obviously, my expectations were high, because well, it's John Mayer, my obsession, as all you blog lurkers have probably figured out. I went with my friend Mary from the Costa Rica trip I went on over the summer (i loved it and I love her!). He opened up the show with Heartbreak Warfare, his newly released single. The crowd went nuts, as they should have. I screamed my lungs out, and I was exceedingly overwhelmed by his beauty, musically and of course physically...Baha. Throughout the entire show, I had the proclivity to just stand up and scream YOU ARE AMAZING, I LOVE YOU! I did a few times, but I could tell the people sitting next to me were a little pissed off by my booming voice.
The performance that stood out to me the most was Slow Dancing in a Burning Room, off of his best album Continuum. It brought back a lot of memories that I'd rather not write out over the internet, although I don't show my blog to many people. Basically, I listened to it during very distinctive and important parts in my life. He played it flawlessly, and as lame as this sounds, I got emotional.
In my opinion, that's how you know someone is a great music artist-if they are capable of provoking any kind of real emotion.
Let me not forget to mention, this guy is a ridiculous guitarist. I couldn't even believe some of the shit he was doing! He played Gravity as his last song, and shredded his guitar for a solid ten minutes. I was actually blown away.
Before the end of the performance, he gave a really genuine speech about how much he appreciates the fans, and the fact that they came out, even during the whack weather (he said it much more eloquently). He bowed down to us :) He also said, "I hate to come off like an asshole ever, and thank you guys for believing that I am not an asshole." I've read so many of his interviews. He has such an interesting vernacular, and although I don't believe he has much of a filter, I respect and love him so much. I would do so much to meet him, ugh.
Mayer on twitter tweeted: MSG crowd, will you tweet me when you get home safe? It's bad out. Oh, and HOLY SHNIKES. You were unreal tonight.
I LOVE HIM!!!!
Now I just can't stop listening to him, nothing else sounds as good.
I love you John Mayer, for real.

Crazy guitar tricks (2008) SHIRTLESS. Really cool shit too.


Two women rocking out at the Madison Sq. Garden show (2/25/10)Playing Bigger than my Body.

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room (Live in L.A. 2008) Amazing album called "Where the Light Is". All live music.

Blast Off Like A Satellite.

Crazy 8-Bit techno beat madness. Wait til at least the middle, the beat drops so hard.
Thank you Ben Smith.

That's What I'm Talkin' About.

"There is nothing wrong with curves." -Beyoncé Knowles.

Just Breathe.

I have little to say. The weekend was alright, the highlight was probably the Saints winning the Superbowl:) Gotta give it to New Orleans, they've been through quite a lot.
I wanted to post a song my lovely friend Jude Kazar sent me years ago. It always makes me feel pretty nostaligic, like many songs do, but like the song lyrics say, "I'm used to it by now." It's a very beautiful song, listen. Good night everyone.

A Mob Scene and the Constitutional Amendments-My Night Time Dream.

I think it started with me roaming the hallways of my school building at around 1 o'clock in the morning, half naked. This made sense because last night, I had SAT prep at my school from 6-9pm-the half naked part? No idea.... There was one door I chose to walk through, which then led to a dark alley way. In the alley way was a deserted small room with a shower and an abnormally small kitchen sink. The room was lit a very eerie blue color, creating a really creepy effect. As I walked towards the room, I saw Al Pacino and Joe Pesci walking towards me.

*I have just realized that I've had a very, very strange reccuring dream: I murder Robert DeNiro with a knife. It's done in the strangest of ways. I'm in this weird blue bathroom, fixing my hair while half naked, and a better looking version of Ray Liota from "Goodfellas" is in there with me. All of a sudden, Robert DeNiro walks in, wearing an amazing navy blue suit, and stands next to Ray so I can barely see his reflection. I turn around to glance at all the beauty that is Robert DeNiro, and Ray stabs me with a remarkably long knife. I fall forward, bringing DeNiro with me. The knife stabs through me as I fall on my stomach, and then stabs through DeNiro as he falls on top of me. For some reason-I don't die.*

In this particular dream, Joe Pesci and Al Pacino runs at me, bombarding me with Italian kisses on the cheek and violent hugs. They escort me down the alley way and I remain silent. They kept smiling at me, trying to assure me that everything was going to be okay (don't really know why there needed to be any kind of reassurance). We eventually pass by the blue bathroom, and Robert DeNiro is lying on the tiled floor, in his beautiful navy blue suit, now covered in blood. The look on his face resembled the one he had in the movie "Heat" when Pacino shoots him in the airport (I'll post the link of the scene). Ray Liota was standing above his body with a vacant face. Pesci and Pacino looked at me who stared wide-eyed at the scene (still half naked). Pesci and Pacino help DeNiro stand up and begin to ask what happened. If anyone has seen "Goodfellas" or "Casino" they should know that Joe Pesci swears more than anyone on the planet, with the word fuck flying out of his mouth every two seconds. He curses at DeNiro and kicks the bathroom door. Ray Liota takes a quick glance at me and winks, and then Pacino looks at me and closes his eyes. Pesci looks at me and says, "Angela, what the fuck happened?" I guess the name Angela fits this very Italian mobster scene, but coincidentally, my very italian grandmother was named Angela. I don't answer for a while, and then go on a rant about how it all seems like a blur, with an accent I could never do in real life. Pesci walks over and kisses me on the forehead and tells me he loves me but I sound like an idiot. Pesci, Liota, and Pacino walk out, and DeNiro slowly paces out. He grills me, tries to pick my brain. I hug him, his blood wiping all along my bare stomach. He doesn't hug back and walks away.

The scene takes a complete 180, as I'm sitting in a small pizza place with my ex-boyfriend, his Dad and my brother Max, discussing each of the Constitutional Amendments, that I could not recite for you in real life, but could have a full length conversation on in this dream. After spending a good three hours in the pizza place, my brother and my ex's dad walk up the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, while my ex and I walk behind them. We were all very, very happy.

And that's all I can remember.

A scene from "Goodfellas". Joe Pesci at his finest, and craziest.


A scene from "Casino" with Joe Pesci and Robert DeNiro. Check out the shot from :40 to :45. So dope.



THIS you absolutely have to watch. Sadly, the embed code was disabled. This was the final scene of "Heat" with Robert DeNiro and Al Pacino. Everything about this scene is amazing, especially the music used (a song by Moby called God Moving Over The Face of the Waters) PLEASE PLEASE WATCH THIS!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KdYu68qJvo

A Good Week, So Far.

Sadly, my long post about the Grammys got really f-ed up, so i had to delete it. I'll be re-posting it soon.

In other news, I've been having a really great week. It's a new semester, so I've been receiving a lot of grades that will be on my transcript. So far, they've been slammmin'. More importantly, some of my photography is going to be featured at the Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) very soon. I'm really excited and think this could really do something for me. I'm also in two advanced art classes this semester (photo and film), so hopefully this will cause me to ponder the prospect of going to an art college.

This is a photo by Jim Goldberg that I found today while flipping through his book, "Raised by Wolves"a photo documentary of homeless teenagers. I loved every single photo, especially this one.