Bikeage

Not much to report.

Work, school, shows, tutor, friends, repeat.



There are times when I feel I'm being overly social and some things of greater importance fall to the back burner. Most of the time I'm a-ok with this. The company I keep holds my head slightly above the drowning point.



In the mean time, my buddy Andrew was my model for my rudimentary photo class. We biked around SOMA, drank some beer and took some photos.

Lift Yr. Skinny Fists, Like Antennas to Heaven...

Saw Godspeed You! Back Emperor last night.

It was incredible to say the least.

Sitting in the back of the Great American Music Hall, overlooking the crowd, seated behind the sound system, we had the best seats in the house.

Their show was a combination of fervent melodic post-rock and layers of film played over each other, in once case, the film was burned and warped in time to the music, then played back. The whole experience was intense, moving inspirational.

Between watching the films and taking in the music, my mind was transported to places it never visits and often tries to forget. There were memories of pain, of fevers, of places across the world, of coldness spreading from the inside out, of waiting in clinics, to sitting on the park bench with that boy who, only a few months later, would throw himself off the Golden Gate Bridge (how's that for a cliche), to pills force fed, people lost, bridges burned, my heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. And somehow, the whole thing seemed palatable.

I could keep going with thousands of useless words, but I feel as though my words would be doing the band a great injustice.

What We All Want

Gang of Four. Last night. Ruled.

I've been a fan of Gang of Four since I was about 16 years old. I've loved that band since then, they are still one of my most played bands of probably all time.

I finally got to see them last night, and they killed it. They were better than I was expecting, their bassist was amazing, John King and Andy Gill still have what it takes to put on an amazing show. All around incredibly impressive.

Sorry for the no edit, write in a dash post. I just got out of work and and on my way to see Godspeed You Black Emperor. (And try to finish some homework in between)



Taken by someone else, last night. God bless technology.

A Little Time

There's something about 3AM.

Ray Bradbury said 3AM is the closest to death you'll ever get. For me it's when I feel the most alive. I've never been a day person, all my good ideas, plans and actions come after dark. Tonight is the same.

I started tonight not intending to be awake now, I didn't want to be awake, I have some rather heavy business to take care of tomorrow, but sometimes (well most times) plans get derailed and life gets in the way.

Earlier tonight, around 8, I punked out of a rad show (that in retrospect I really should have gone to), I went home, watched Mean Girls, ate soup and knitted and napped. Really, how interesting for a Friday night.

I cleaned up my mess, settled into my room, ready to retire for the night. Instead I got a message from my roommate to let him up, that he forgot his keys. He brought with him some of my favorite people in the world.

A wasted night of intentional lameness turned into something amazing, mildly productive and all clarifying. This might be coming from sleep deprivation or inebriation either way everything feels together, honest and for the first time in a long time I'm really excited for tomorrow.

It's times like these that I welcome 3AM.

Another Boring Story

I'm never sure how to start these things, so I'm just starting.

Welcome to Capp This Girl, I'm Liz and I am Capp This Girl.


That is Frank, he is not mine

This is my own little cyberspace home. (Or at least I'm trying to make it that way, I've started lots of blogs, maybe this will be the one to finish them)

A little bit about me...



I study journalism and Middle Eastern studies at San Francisco State University. I'm a writer by night and a pro barista by day. (Even though I'm sick of making coffee, I still wake up at ridiculous hours, hellllo 3:45AM, to do it. You gotta stick with what you know...right? Ugh)




I love music. (even though I can't make it, trust me, I've tried numerous times, I even used to be in bands, fancy that) I grew up listening to punk and it kinda followed me into adulthood. (Though I am proud to say that I have extended my taste to garage, post-punk, delta blues, girls groups of the 50's and 60's, swing, rockabilly, some industrial, the great ladies of jazz and blues, and all things kitschy and French) I still go to shows, I still read Maximum Rock N Roll, I still spend too much money on records, silly as it sounds, I feel all aspects of my life should have a killer soundtrack.



I love to take photos (though I am technically not trained, so probably not that good), more than anything it's an overgrown hobby. As well as all other forms of art and craft. I always have to be making something. My hands must always be moving or I start to feel anxious, or worse guilty. (You know what they say about the devil's hands)



My biggest passion (next to music, writing and books) is film. Silent, noir, classics, drama, comedy, I adore it all. I was raised watching films and reading books, and they are two of the three things that I couldn't live without. (air, water and food are pretty rad too)



That all being said, greetings and salutations, keep it classy.