team edward.

gotchya. because i am, of course, referring to edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros.

every summer, SLC hosts this amazing free night out- the twilight concert series. they bring in some pretty spectacular talent for your viewing and listening pleasure (not to mention the masses of oddities in the crowd to look at). i pretty much cried when i realized that i would be out of town for explosions in the sky, but last night made up for it.

i am always hesitant to eagerly claim my fanhood of bands/singers like edward sharpe, fleet foxes, ben kweller, mason jennings (oh and i love him), etc. because by fan, i simply mean that i own and love their music. but it does not mean that i am some vintage hipster- which tends to be the surrounding stereotype assosicated with said performers. not there is anything wrong with those people, met plenty of them last night and they were a blast to dance and sing with. but it just isn't me. there is quite a difference between hipster and hippie. and i tend to veer much more towards the latter.

i ran into so many people that i had not seen in years and being there made me all the more excited for moving out of the valley.

the performance was absolutely smashing. they have such an entertaining presence and really put on a fantastic show. and there is a trumpet player...so obviously i love them.

it is recommended to arrive early for good seats. gary and i take that pretty seriously. i thought that i would get some reading done, but found far too many distractions. we walked around the farmers market first where i ate my first and my last vegetarian hot dog, found some insanely cool journals made of recycled books, and many other treasures. second only to the music, were the people there. sure it was nice to be surrounded by people that also love chacos and birkenstocks (gary was still embarrassed by me), but there were some straight up freaks. oh, how i love to people watch.

this old man was a real trooper. but i can only imagine that a watching a concert with pain killers flowing your body would be all the more enjoyable. pretty sure that there were plenty of people doing just that (no worries, he is still in recovery. his narcotics were legit.). 

how cute are these two. too bad miss on the left is going on a mission. well not too bad, she is going to rock those argentines. of course, once the opening band (woof) was finished, we couldn't stay sitting for long. 

alexander ebert may very well be certifiably insane, but the man and his buddies can jam. 

seeing as how i am child size, it was rather difficult to get all the way to front, let alone to get any good pictures. luckily i met some men that were vertically blessed and without hesitation, they offered to throw me up on their shoulders. it was like safe crowd surfing. dancing on some strangers shoulders and getting mediocre pictures? great experience. but just when i thought that i had a good thing going, these monkeys showed up

use what ya got. those two were instantly famous. they received a band shout out, cheers and flashing cameras from a few hundred of their closest new friends.

poor gary literally got kicked by a midget (i am pretty sure if he wasn't broken right now, he would have kicked him back), i stepped on his newly sutured toes, and we stayed at the pie until after midnight. one sketchy gas station, a long chat on the ride home, sleeping in til 10, awful waffle stop and a blog post later- here we are.

i cannot wait to go to bright eyes next week. going with a great group of friends and it's free again. cannot beat that. of course, today i do look and feel a bit like i was hit by a train, but nothing a good run, a nap and some snuggle time can't fix. school starts in exactly one month. i have to get all this out of my system while i actually have the time (ah but we all know that i have peter pan syndrome so my need for fun will never die...).

ps: yoga in the park is tomorrow at 10 AM. be there...

and here is a little mason for ya.