Last weekend, Oliver, the frontman for "A Place to Bury Strangers" was kind enough to guestlist my broke ass to see their show at the Doug Fir. The Doug Fir is funny, it just seems so LA to me, like young professionals do "hipster".
But it's a nice place, although the crowd on Saturday was a little bit too "bridge and tunnel" for my liking. Anyways, new friends John and Candy were telling me about how their band (with Paul) Cold Metal is playing an upcoming fundraiser for their friends' bus trip across the continent. To me, this is my dream. They bought a black bus that, I believe (but my mind invents things after two gin and tonics) will run on vegetable oil and they have it all set up and can even brew beer on it! And they're planning on funding their trip by throwing parties and selling beer.
Amazing! A traveling bus microbrewery? That coupled with the feature in this month's Bust Magazine called "Field of Dreams" about three nomadic friends who travel around the US farming and attending bluegrass festivals has given me a severe case of wanderlust. I am so tempted to sell most of my possessions and....buy a bus. We'll see. Anyways, the bus myspace is
here.
Also, I saw Burn After Reading last night, and it is amazing. I just died in the theater. Of course, everyone who was with me started laughing hysterically and comparing me to Brad Pitt's character since I'm the only one anyone knows who works out in spandex while dancing to my IPOD. Yes, sometimes I do dance a little bit while running in place at intersections. I can't help it when LCD Soundsystem comes on.
The preview doesn't do it justice. I loved "No Country for Old Men" but it was so time for the Coen brothers to do another comedy. Plus I had to love they made a couple of jokes at the expense of Seattle. The Portland crowd loved it too.
It is kind of funny- everyone in Seattle was like "why are you moving to Portland? it's so boring, there's nothing to do there" and everything down here says the same thing about Seattle. I didn't hate the city. Before I moved down there, the summer of 2007, I thought it was so fun, but that was partly because I went to all of those house parties and shows with people who since moved to San Francisco. I just, because of various life developments, had nothing tying me there as of September.
About Me
- Danielle Colette
- I am an expat Canadian living in Portland, Oregon. I like writing my silly thoughts and reading about others' lives. I am fairly unambitious about my career, my dream job would be one I didn't have to go to. I do have other aspirations though, such as traveling to South America and returning to Eastern Europe sometime soon, or moving to London. I like to spend my days making hummus and sangria, watching old movies, browsing thrift stores, reading in bed, drinking too much coffee, and listening to 1960's french pop music. And then once or twice a week I like to abandon my hermit ways and dancing until my feet get tired. As I get "older," I am realizing that I want to try to live sustainably, make and keep good friends, try to learn as much as my little brain can handle, and have lots of fun. I thought I would feel like a grownup by now, but I have itchy feet, in relationships, in travel. In 20 years I can see myself either in an 18th century era apartment in Paris banging away crazy thoughts on an old typewriter or living in an old house with a vineyard and orchard.
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