Pomona,CA
Apparently all Warped Tours go something like this.
*Mohawks
*streeks of fluorescent and black hair
*HEAT
*Vomit
*Blood
*Cool stuff!
And i got to see it all. Day 2 began unexpectadly. We arrived in Pomona the night before and waited an hour and a half just to be let into the gate. Our credentials (visibly known as the "laminated all access pass" hadn't arrived and the security guard wouldn't let us pass...( I mean seriously, would we really spend a pazillion dollars wrapping a large tour bus with someones face on it just so we can go to warped tour..i don't think so)
We finally got in and slept. 8:40 am i woke up looked out my plastic accordian curtain from my bunk and noticed i was probably late. I leaped out and Julia the tour manager looked at me with tired eyes and no words were exchanged...this was our OFFICIAL first day of warped tour.
After running around the Pomona race track, we found our necessary "directors" and staked down a space for our Merch. Little did i know it would be another 4 hours till we actually got up and running.
Because this is Katy's first tour, we have still been working out some kinks. For example, The doors for the tour open at 10 am. Our merch did not arrive till close to noon. Once we got the merch we hadn't received a price list and on top of that, i had no money for change! so here i was under a fluorescent pink tent with a lot of merch but no money and no answers for all the young punk kids.
It wasn't long till i felt my self with feelings i'd never felt before, but heard of the symptoms; i was dehydrated. I had not water and nothing to eat all day.
p.s. its 3 am and I have to wake up at 7 am...this story will have to continue later or you can ask me in greater detail. otherwise , here's an outline
*dry heaves (got them)
*vomit (did it twice)
*mohawks (booth behind us was giving them for fun...and to be on the radio)
*bright colored hair (is everywhere)
*blood...i saw that today! (in San Fran presently)
a Brief: Katy Perry is blowing up like mad..to the point that i'm on tour with her andi don't even get to see her.
b. i don't sleep and i apologize if you call and i don't answer. i literally wake up at 7am and sleep right now..
good night.
About Me
- Lisa Goe
- www.lisagoe.com Too many miraculous, strange, hilarious things happen to me...so its about time you all experience it with me through the ups and down of lisagoe.com
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
DAy 1. its only just begun
Its night. i couldn’t tell you which night because i don’t think i’ve lived off the name of days for a few weeks now, and i’m sitting on a bus. A bus filled with food, boys, and crass conversations. Where am I? I am on a painted “Katy Perry” bus. “MySpace + Katy Perry” splattered on the side, and i’m on my way to Warped Tour.
My day began at 7:30 am. With Tired eyes, i dreamed that all the things laying on my floor magically packed themselves and i could sleep for just a little longer.
I pushed myself out of bed, and started where i gave up the previous night. I had to stop and get to my list of unexpected necessities; Peanut Butter, strawberry necklaces, baby wipes ( yes..for the darear). My heart was racing as i thought of all the things i needed to accomplish as well as pack my own belongings.
My grandparents ( God love em) had nothing else to do today and decided to join me on the adventure of collecting random things on someone else’s expense. It worked out perfectly, considering the day before my steering wheel mysteriously began to smoke from the stearing column...the wires must have crossed and decided to go aflame...who knew!
As we hustled around buying odds and ends, i stopped every few moments, trying to grasp what i was doing. I was purchasing items that would sit on a bus, with people i’d never met before, but were all genius’s in the music department. Well okay, maybe not geniuses but, to me, they know and have been everywhere a person wants to be for music.
VIP, Top Venues, you name it, they were probably there, played there, passed out cold there. I wouldn’t want to compare my tales to something similar like Almost Famous..but ..its feeling pretty close.
I’m silent. Very silent. Observing everyone’s manerisms and trying to understand where my place is , and where it is not. Trying to understand the rules of the road, where to sleep, what to eat, what to say, who to talk to and who not to. I mean these people know what they’re doing. One of the guys dads was in a band (i haven’t asked yet which one) and has lived on these tour buses pretty much since birth.
Vocabulary has varied anywhere from Shwamp Ass to Bitch Creek. By varied i mean, new vocabulary. for example:
Shwamp Ass: obtained from being on the road, and being unable to use regular toilet paper on the private areas. Also obtained from humidity, and lack of clean underwear. Cure? Baby Wipes.
Bitch Creek: A beer found at some random plastic black bag giving liquor store.
Merch: ( I knew this one, but some don’t so..) short for “Merchandise”
Swag: Free STuff meant for promotions.
So that is the vocabulary today.
I hate to say it but i’m kind of shy about taking pictures and filming everything, but its pretty fantastic. i’m so nervous. i don’t want to screw up because i would love to have some other type of job out of this...but i’m definitely feeling a bit like me writing songs is going to be a problem unless i can get out of my shell for a moment.
2 more months. 8 weeks. I suppose i’ll take day one as day one, fold over the nasty comforter provided for me, and see what happens tomorrow.
good night.
pictures to come. don’t worry...i’ll be using my free “swag” from Myspace...yes..a camera. WHAT!
My day began at 7:30 am. With Tired eyes, i dreamed that all the things laying on my floor magically packed themselves and i could sleep for just a little longer.
I pushed myself out of bed, and started where i gave up the previous night. I had to stop and get to my list of unexpected necessities; Peanut Butter, strawberry necklaces, baby wipes ( yes..for the darear). My heart was racing as i thought of all the things i needed to accomplish as well as pack my own belongings.
My grandparents ( God love em) had nothing else to do today and decided to join me on the adventure of collecting random things on someone else’s expense. It worked out perfectly, considering the day before my steering wheel mysteriously began to smoke from the stearing column...the wires must have crossed and decided to go aflame...who knew!
As we hustled around buying odds and ends, i stopped every few moments, trying to grasp what i was doing. I was purchasing items that would sit on a bus, with people i’d never met before, but were all genius’s in the music department. Well okay, maybe not geniuses but, to me, they know and have been everywhere a person wants to be for music.
VIP, Top Venues, you name it, they were probably there, played there, passed out cold there. I wouldn’t want to compare my tales to something similar like Almost Famous..but ..its feeling pretty close.
I’m silent. Very silent. Observing everyone’s manerisms and trying to understand where my place is , and where it is not. Trying to understand the rules of the road, where to sleep, what to eat, what to say, who to talk to and who not to. I mean these people know what they’re doing. One of the guys dads was in a band (i haven’t asked yet which one) and has lived on these tour buses pretty much since birth.
Vocabulary has varied anywhere from Shwamp Ass to Bitch Creek. By varied i mean, new vocabulary. for example:
Shwamp Ass: obtained from being on the road, and being unable to use regular toilet paper on the private areas. Also obtained from humidity, and lack of clean underwear. Cure? Baby Wipes.
Bitch Creek: A beer found at some random plastic black bag giving liquor store.
Merch: ( I knew this one, but some don’t so..) short for “Merchandise”
Swag: Free STuff meant for promotions.
So that is the vocabulary today.
I hate to say it but i’m kind of shy about taking pictures and filming everything, but its pretty fantastic. i’m so nervous. i don’t want to screw up because i would love to have some other type of job out of this...but i’m definitely feeling a bit like me writing songs is going to be a problem unless i can get out of my shell for a moment.
2 more months. 8 weeks. I suppose i’ll take day one as day one, fold over the nasty comforter provided for me, and see what happens tomorrow.
good night.
pictures to come. don’t worry...i’ll be using my free “swag” from Myspace...yes..a camera. WHAT!
Monday, May 19, 2008
M-i-a
so yes.
i have been missing in actions
why?
because i finally have my bearings down in los angeles.
I have found some amazing friends
Some fantastic places to eat..late...i can't sleep before 3 am
and I'm just making los angeles very small. i mean its big, but you know.
I definitely have had quite the transition since i first got here, some great opportunities, and some ideas but i'm...still figuring things out.
how is everyone else doing out there?
p.s. you all should come to a show. i've decided.
www.myspace.com/lisagoe
i'm sick today. so i'm basically bored and realized i have indeed been mia..and that is bad. so hello:) and write me soon;) puhlease.
i have been missing in actions
why?
because i finally have my bearings down in los angeles.
I have found some amazing friends
Some fantastic places to eat..late...i can't sleep before 3 am
and I'm just making los angeles very small. i mean its big, but you know.
I definitely have had quite the transition since i first got here, some great opportunities, and some ideas but i'm...still figuring things out.
how is everyone else doing out there?
p.s. you all should come to a show. i've decided.
www.myspace.com/lisagoe
i'm sick today. so i'm basically bored and realized i have indeed been mia..and that is bad. so hello:) and write me soon;) puhlease.
Monday, April 21, 2008
paper bag
I can't say much
but i'll tell you what i saw
paper bags walk out the door one by one.
timidly they'd walk down the tiled walkway bare.
feeling like everyone
is watching with knowing stares
slowly lifting sunnies
or swooping over hair
a tiny finger would push a button to a place still filled with fear.
The room smelled of cleaning fluids
or maybe rubber gloves
instruments that prod away a life that never was
Embarrassing but noted by each brow that lifted still
by televisions, catalogs, and notes to fit the bill.
the glass that broke between the eyes, the mind, the thoughts, the foe
A still frame, slow
but steady
a voice "open" short and to the point.
moment by moment
palms sweaty
but the peace of paper bags
breeze sweetly
still with head bowed down, eyes to the ground
each paper bag brings less glory
a call of the name and a quivered yes
some sort of relief
but still false as it feels, for a moment releases pain
a quick chat and that was that
a paper bag your threw
a paper bag still due.
and in confidence, all knew
to never tell a soul.
but i'll tell you what i saw
paper bags walk out the door one by one.
timidly they'd walk down the tiled walkway bare.
feeling like everyone
is watching with knowing stares
slowly lifting sunnies
or swooping over hair
a tiny finger would push a button to a place still filled with fear.
The room smelled of cleaning fluids
or maybe rubber gloves
instruments that prod away a life that never was
Embarrassing but noted by each brow that lifted still
by televisions, catalogs, and notes to fit the bill.
the glass that broke between the eyes, the mind, the thoughts, the foe
A still frame, slow
but steady
a voice "open" short and to the point.
moment by moment
palms sweaty
but the peace of paper bags
breeze sweetly
still with head bowed down, eyes to the ground
each paper bag brings less glory
a call of the name and a quivered yes
some sort of relief
but still false as it feels, for a moment releases pain
a quick chat and that was that
a paper bag your threw
a paper bag still due.
and in confidence, all knew
to never tell a soul.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Adventures to come...
so as promised..i indeed have some adventures...but this is just a preview.. a trailor if you will;)
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Desperado
Why don't you come to your senses.....
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Shoot. i don't know what else to say other than that.
so hows life kids!? my hope is that you are doing well.
My hope is that someone out there will be able to tell me what the heck i'm doing, but i won't lie. i have had some great encouragement.
In the last week i have met quite the random slew of friends, and so far so good. They're all a bit crazy, but its good crazy. I guess you can say i've met my gonzos.
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Shoot. i don't know what else to say other than that.
so hows life kids!? my hope is that you are doing well.
My hope is that someone out there will be able to tell me what the heck i'm doing, but i won't lie. i have had some great encouragement.
In the last week i have met quite the random slew of friends, and so far so good. They're all a bit crazy, but its good crazy. I guess you can say i've met my gonzos.
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