Thank you Paul Scheer…i’ve always pronounced it jif, and knew i was right. Now i have one of the funniest people in america to back me up.
Hey everybody! Some notes for you:
#1 - More GIFs are coming. If you have any ideas for some .gifs - you can tweet at me @breakinggifs! Keep spreading them. Let’s get the word out. I won’t be happy till @Oprah tweets @Diddy about “Walt’s thinking about Pizza” GIF.
#2 - Let’s end the GIF…
My bands new song is featured on Zooey D’s blog! We’re also changing our name to BEARCAT and going on tour in April! Listen to our new track and let me know what you think!
Orlando Calling was incredible…to say the least. Here’s a few pics some awesome folks took of our set! We’ve got some exciting plans underway and looking forward to immersing ourselves in our music. Thank you to everyone who came out. It was surreal. Later in the evening I watched The Pixies, The Avett Brothers, and The Killers headline… standing up above the stage and looking down on thousands upon thousands of people in a sea of energy and music and light just sparked something inside of me. I want this… There’s a peace, a contentment in my spirit with just having the gift to play to any crowd, to any extent… but a timid dream, a “once upon a time in a land far far away,” seed was buried in me. Perhaps it had been sleeping or slightly waking, yawning and stretching and rubbing it’s eyes, over the last year, wandering if this could be a reality, something I could fight for. Saturday night sent the soft golden hairs on my arms straight up with chicken skin, chills you say, that refused to leave. The tangible, contagious rush of energy and beauty, the gift of giving yourself to so many people… it was overwhelming and addictive. What a drug! Children paint paintings and write five paragraph essays, about what they want to be when they grow up, their dreams… children dream… then we grow up and get disillusioned and heavy and tormented and we forget about dreaming, we forget how. Dreams recede into feverish nightmares about bills and groceries and gas and taxes… My god, I can’t do that. I have to have a dream, I have to fight for this. I’m overwhelmed with the prospects of my future with this band that I so dearly love, and all the adventures to come. Cheers to dreams and futures and the necessity to create. Cheers to chills, intrigue, inspiration, and desire. (Can you tell I’m a bit pumped?!)
“When life shits all over you, get up, wipe it off and go kick it’s ass!” - me
Everytime you have deja vu, a kangaroo farts.
