"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone."
Anywhere but here(via kindatruth)
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang To The Monster
We are going on a shit ass tour with some shit ass bands.
- 10/17 - Ithaca, NY - The Haunt
- 10/18 - Pittsburgh, PA - Cattivo
- 10/19 - Rochester, NY - Bug Jar
- 10/22 - Montreal, QC - Il Motore
- 10/23 - Burlington, VT - Signal Kitchen
- 10/25 - Hamden, CT - The Space
- 10/26 - Baltimore, MD - Metro Gallery
- 10/27 - Richmond, VA - The Broadberry
- 10/28 - Charlotte, NC - Casbah @ Tremont
- 10/29 - Nashville, TN - The End
- 10/30 - Atlanta, GA - Purgatory
- 10/31 - Gainesville, FL - The Fest
- 11/4 - Birmingham, AL - The Forge
- 11/5 - Dallas, TX - Prophet Bar
- 11/6 - Houston, TX - Walter’s
- 11/8 - Austin, TX - Fun Fun Fun Fest *
- 11/10 - Phoenix, AZ - Rhythm Room
- 11/11 - Los Angeles, CA - The Echo
- 11/12 - Anaheim, CA - Chain Reaction
- 11/13 - San Francisco, CA - Bottom of the Hill
- 11/14 - Reno, NV - Holland Project
- 11/15 - Portland, OR - Slabtown
- 11/16 - Seattle, WA - Vera Project
- 11/17 - Boise, ID - The Crux
- 11/18 - Salt Lake City, UT - Kilby Court
- 11/19 - Denver, CO - Marquis Theater
- 11/20 - Lawrence, KS - Jackpot
- 11/21 - St. Louis, MO - The Demo
- 11/23 - Grand Rapids, MI - Pyramid Scheme
- 11/24 - Akron, OH - Musica
- 11/28 - Philadelphia, PA - World Café Live
- 11/29 - Boston, MA - Middle East Downstairs
* without The Hotelier, Rozwell Kid, Posture & the Grizzly
The Hotelier coming back Charlotte!! yeahhhwill you go to this with me
This issue needs to last much longer than a week.
Why do I always see artists/celebrities having “listening” parties, product launches, tweeting about Brand-XYZ yet won’t organize public demonstrations against the racism in this country or even talk about it.
Any info for local protests or how we can help on a larger scale, please let me know– I want to help change this fucked up (police) state as soon as possible.
what if obama does the ice bucket challenge and nominates queen elizabeth
what if obama actually talks about what’s going on in ferguson
what if obama stopped exterminating the middle eastern population with drones
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.” —Robin Williams (via toeverythingturn)
A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society. Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.
Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:
I don’t know who any of these folks are.
They were tourists I presume.
But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.
"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."
There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.
The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”
One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.
There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”
"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’