Sunday, March 11, 2012


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A Weird Find

So for those who know me, you might have noticed that I am into fashion. Not in a material trend way, but more in a 90's grunge, art, whatever I want to do way. I see clothes as art and as a way to express yourself. Which brings me to thrifting. It has got to be one of my favorite things to do. I love finding weird clothes that somebody else didn't want.
So the other day I decided to go to Avalon, and while they are usually expensive, I had a little thing called store credit on my side. 11 dollars of store credit, which there doesn't get you very far, but all in all it's still a nice place to go to once in a blue moon. 
While looking through the clothes, I tried on a few things. One included a dress that looked like a wedding dress, but I 'm not sure it was.

And the other was a letter jacket. Letter jackets have always reminded me of zombies and scary horror movies for some reason, so I decided to try it on. While in the dressing room, I put my hands in the pockets to test out the fit and all that, and to my surprise pulled out this:

It's not everyday that you find a pair of zombie teeth in a letter jacket. So I promptly put the teeth in my bag, brought the jacket up to the counter, bought it without paying a cent and walked out with a smile.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Cold, Underemployed, and in Good Spirits

So that gas smell in the apartment that Morgan mentioned in her last post?  Turns out the gas smell was gas.  Long story short, we didn't have heat yesterday and don't have it today.  Morgan's nice and toasty at work, but I haven't been getting many jobs lately (apparently the most popular New Years resolution was to stop having your piano tuned), so I have nowhere to go.  I'll probably head to a coffee shop in a bit, but for now I'll keep the Lou dog company and bundle up.

I can handle being cold and underemployed with such exciting things happening with this band.  Last night's AcoustiCafe was a great, full night of music, but we couldn't get on until 10:20.  By that point, the crowd was rowdy and pretty drunk, so we figured, oh well, it might not be our night, but we enjoyed hanging out.  We played a newer song called "Hell," and by the time we finished we could hear a pin drop.  It's a great feeling to feel the crowd's energy right alongside ours.  We got a great response, so thanks for that if you were there!

Just checked the band email, and our single, "Wait," has been selling all over the world!  We only get info on iTunes sales every 6 weeks or so, so it was a very pleasant surprise to see we're racking up sales all over the U.S., Canada, Europe, Asia, and Australia.  Africa and Antarctica are the last holdouts, but we'll work on those.

The album is really starting to sound like we've been envisioning it.  In some ways, even better.  We truly cannot wait to share it with all of you on June 1.

I think we'll check out a new open mic tonight at the James Street Gastropub and Speakeasy.  Come hang out with us!

That's all for now.


Saturday, March 3, 2012

The Day In The Life of a Broken Fence.

I've been thinking about thinking...which is weird. This is what happens when you have a day completely to yourself. Usually for me, thinking leads to the darkest of places, and causes fear and suffering to reign. Today I am determined not to let that happen.

Guy went to Indiana today to see his sister's opera. He left early this morning, and I left no time to settle in to the couch and turn into a mess. I went out, went to some thrift stores and bought even more grungy style clothing, went to Whole Foods to get my newest addiction; those delicious little rice snacks, and turned a 180 at the bank when I saw that the line went from here to Nantucket. Then came home again and wrote a brand new Broken Fences song. Took the dog for a long walk, started to feel that anxiety and am now sitting in a coffee shop writing this.

The coffee shop. What an interesting place. It's like a big living room! I came here because I didn't want to be alone anymore and just wanted to be around people, but not have to talk to anyone. Here one can observe how other people exist and get pointers on how to do so. It's just nice to be reminded that you are not the only person alive. And everyone has issues, big or small. Every single person in this coffee shop has an issue of some sort, and that's comforting in a weird way. If I can just keep that in mind, then I can relax and not be paranoid that the small smell of gas in our apartment just poisoned me.

I decided to order a cup of lemon ginger tea and a small piece of coffee cake. The coffee cake caught my eye because my grandma used to have coffee cake at her house almost every time I went over there. I miss my grandmas coffee cake, even if it was just store bought. It was the best because it was from her..

Nirvana plays in my headphones. Out of all the high school bands that I discovered, Nirvana has stuck with me to this day. I will forever listen to them I feel and could never get sick of them. They are a part of me more than any other band. Its my comfort food. And Kurt Cobain is my comfort zone. Some people may laugh or think I am lame, but we all have something that comforts us, I'm just not afraid to admit it.

Where will this night end? I'm not sure. It might end with hanging out with our good friends, Nathan Zoob and Emily. It might end with a movie. Who knows. All I know is that I don't want to go to that dark place that calls my name every second of the day. Not today, ok?

For now, I'm just going to sit here with my tea and stay on the computer and read my magazines, and everything will be ok.