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//hearing: this.
//thinking: ...sigh.

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//hearing: The Yardbirds - Drinking Muddy Water
//thinking: Check the Audioscrobbler! ^

Yes, my last entry is unfinished. I got tired of typing. Ha.

Started school on the 15th of August, and of course I'm attending a P.S. instead of the dreadful private school at which I'm supposed to be learning. School is a drag, but what can I say--isn't it always?

I'm averaging mid-high Bs in most of my classes, which I'm not used to and I'm sure my parents won't be very proud of. But I'm gettin' by, man.

Since my last entry, my musical interests have changed again, as they always do--though only subtley. But I mean...if you took the music I listened to in January and compared it to now, there'd be a considerable difference [unless you only listen to rap, in which case, why are you even reading?].

First things first. I, Isabella, am going to see the Stones. My dad had bought the tickets before my birthday and told me after school started. Cristina was convinced he couldn't just let it pass by, and I don't know how she knows these things. Anyway, the show is in November, and man, it's gonna be damn awesome. Even the new album kicks ass. Oh man, the STONES.

And YES, I got the How the West Was Won DVD set. It's magic condensed into a plastic disc, and I love it so much. It aids immensely in my production of saliva.

Summer's gone, but what's it matter? Warm weather does not necessarily equal freedom, and I've learned that the hard way. All through the winter and spring I was awaiting Summer's arrival and the prospect of freedom, but it never seemed to come. But, I realized, "freedom" is what I feel when I listen to Cream. Hah.

So one of the local rock stations keeps doing this crazy stuff--like running almost every song on their playlist from A-Z for back-to-school time, playing entire live concert sets of various bands, and even playing every single Zep song from A-Z for no good reason except to kick ass. Today they're doing a Clapton theme, which means Yardbirds, man. Yeahh.

Thinking of getting a new layout. Hmm. Beatles again, likely.

Aerosmith better get over here to the Southwest before Cristina and I go absolutely insane.

And yeah, our varsity football team if 4-1. We normally really, really suck, so you know. Cool.

Alright hippies, Peace!

///hearing: the Yardbirds - I'm A Man
//thinking: he's a Man!

Wow ... so much time passed, so little to say!

Well, let's start with the end of June..hmm. Ah yes. Saw Blow-Up, of course, and it was brilliant. The most modern movie I've ever seen! I love the fact that you can just think whatever you want about the film and just say, Hey, screw you, I'm right. I would say more about it because I loved it so, but it just seems so long ago, and I can't really remember all that I was thinking. So that's that. Must buy that film.

I suppose I finally realized the fact that I will not be attending the Stones concert. *shudder.* Looking on the bright side, I saw Journey in June, and it was incredible, honestly. Again, I would say (much) more about the event, but I can't remember what I was thinking/feeling. And on a brighter side, Cristina's getting free tickets to see ZZ Top! Yess. (And they're not the cheap lawn tickets, either!) And on an even brighter side, Aerosmith's going on tour this Fall! Man, that's the best news of the Summer [if you're wondering about the worst, it was the news that the Stones' album release was being delayed by about 3 months]. If they come within 500 miles of here ... we're definitely going to see them.

The 4th of July ... what were we celebrating? Oh yes, the fact that "white slaveowners didn't want to pay their taxes". (A la Dazed and Confused!) In other words, boring.

I also realized that I'd be happy playing something other than 1960's R&B, as long as it's something I like. Really like. Haha. I guess Cristina's musical tastes aren't that detached from my own, and I think if we blended them together we'd ...Well, we'd probably sound like Aerosmith, but that's besides the point. The thing is, in reflection of Jack Bruce, I want to try something different but not ..stupid. Y'know? And I think that neither I nor Cristina should suppress our tastes, if suppressing our tastes is in any way avoidable.

I went to Summer school in July, and it was absolutely horrible (waking up at 4am and riding all the way across town to get to school, I mean). My parents absolutely surprised me with a decision they made, and that's they'd rather I'm happy. It's really groovy they're letting me make up my own mind. I mean, I thought they were forcing me to go to that wretched school. I suppose they realize I'm serious about this music thing, even if I am only telling them I want to be a music teacher to humour them. I guess going to college is getting a ticket out of this place, but we'll just see.

Over the past couple weeks I've been making some really far out finds at record stores. I found Led Zeppelin II, probably my 2nd favourite Zep album (behind Zeppelin I), at Zia one day, and it's in amazing condition, despite a bit of jumpy-ness on "The Lemon Song". Yeah, and it was $1.99. Hehe. I found "Toys in the Attic" at Zia as well, and I must say that it sounds much richer and more raw on vinyl. It's like ...you know how on the Food Channel, all those professional chefs add stupid, seemingly enormously insignificant ingredients to their recipes, like half a drop of lemon juice or what-have-you, y'know, to help with the cooking process or something? Well it's like ...musicians do that on albums, adding bits that don't really matter because you can't hear them on CD, but on vinyl you can hear them and ...they just make all the difference.

Stay open-minded here, people. I can't help it with the weird analogies.

Anyway, I discovered a vast collection of records at Bookman's (a place I'm not sure exists anywhere but Tucson), and there were tons I've been searching for, for ages. Like Truth and Beck-Ola...ah, two of the greatest albums I've ever laid ears on. Yes, very great finds.

I bought Dazed and Confused the other day, and I tell you, that has to be one of my favourite films of all time. It's like .. even though it was made in 1993, it still seems so fresh and new because (or despite) of the fact that it was set in the '70s. I've watched it tons of times, partly because the last time I'd seen it before purchasing it was soo long ago ... I think I saw it on Oxygen or something. I watched it once with my father (class of 1975), who loved it, and apparently, like me, can't find the reason why it's an R-rated film. Anyway, love that Richard Linklater.

Oh yeah, and yesterday was my birthday. I had Magda, Cristina, and Marlene over..an unlikely bunch of kids. Just hung out, which was actually quite fun considering the fact that we'll be back at school in less than a week. Crap. My older sister got me, ermm.. a shirt, a reproduction of an old Zeppelin concert poster.

//hearing: The Yardbirds - A Certain Girl
//thinking: Ehrrmm.

I can't believe it.

Tickets are still available.

I really don't understand this. I think KISS came here once, and their tickets sold out in about a week ...and when you stand KISS up next to the Stones, this just doesn't add up.

Still, I don't think there's much hope. Not much hope at all. But I suppose that doesn't mean I'm going to give up my effort.

There's this one band that sounds kind of like the Kinks and the Zombies mixed up, and since their music is a bit more bluesy I'd add the Yardbirds in there too. (Of course, the Yardbirds and the Zombies and the Kinks are altogether like 400 times better than this band, but still, their sound is pretty cool.) Yes, they are quite new, I think.. They call themselves Roundabout. But the fact that they haven't broken through sort of scares me, because how will we do playing 60s R&B? I don't understand why it hasn't been revived, being how awesome it is and all. I do hope they fare well, because how great would that be? Well, I guess with Cristina there, she'll prevent us from doing..well, something she doesn't want to, which is play straight R&B. (Not even the Who survived doing that; they had to do something else eventually.) But I guess I'm getting a bit too far ahead of myself on that one. (I tend to do that a lot.)

Anyway, yesterday was my older sister's birthday, and she spent the day here. I have no idea why. Her husband kept asking me why I was so depressed, but I wasn't really, just thinking about the concert and all. Shows how well he knows me.

...On Monday, I saw this Paul McCartney concert thing in Red Square that happened in 2003, I believe. I cried so much during that thing, for two reasons: 1) I'm a freak and I cry at beautiful sights like thousands of adoring fans, and 2) The Beatles were so much more than just a pop group. And if you don't believe me you should watch it, because ...I Can't Explain.

Oh yeah, and I saw the Legends of Rock thing again last night. Heh heh.

Man, I still can't believe it.

//hearing: Chicago - 25 or 6 to 4
//thinking: er.

Drained.

That's all I've felt for the past however-many-hours. Actually, surprisingly, I was quite numb to the situation for a matter of time.

When I woke up on Saturday morning, I looked at my clock, and thought, Weelll, tickets are sold out by now, because you see, tickets went on sale at 10:00, and I woke up at about 1:00. I'd been thinking (and occasionally crying) my head off the night before, and not only because I couldn't go. It was the despair, y'know? The fact that there was no hope(although Cristina finds it necessary to constantly offer me pathetic assurances as "You have to go" or "I just know you'll go" and the like. Sort of like her assurances that we're both going to graduate from the same school. Hopeless). [Just a sidenote here -- I'm not sure if I actually ever heard the words "You can't go" or "You're not going" or something like that from either of my parents. Just so you know.]

Perhaps a good deal of camping with Cristina n' company will take my mind off the ordeal, but that's not until mid-July, and there's no guarantee I'm actually going. I think my mother has a bear phobia or something. That's why she always let my older sister go--there's no meat on her bones for a bear to eat. But she definitely believes I'm going to get eaten.

Alright, so I was completely heated at my dad, because, well--How could he do something like that? Especially when he started bringing up stupid excuses, like ..my mum's always nagging him for money, I might get hurt, it's a waste of time/money (WTF?! Slap!), etc. And yes, like a little Schoolgirl, crying ensued. (But it's not like I was hyperventilating or anything.) But I had a right, didn't I? I mean, of course I'd cry .. this is a missed opportunity to actually hear the voice that's been comforting me since I was two. I've been listening to them since age two, you see! But I thought for a great many hours, and I think I got over it, because I couldn't cry anymore. I just felt completely numb. I've gone through this before, if you'll recall the Van Halen/Mötley Crüe incidents of the past. It's nothing new to me. But now I have to endure five whole months of folks chattering on about it on the radio and such. If I hear anyone at University chattering on about it, I'll probably pester them with questions to see if they actually know who the Rolling Stones are, as recognizing their logo on a t-shirt does not merit (to me) actually knowing or liking the Stones in any manner at all.

Remarkable as it seems there actually is a bright side to this situation: My dad (or mum) may let me go to the Journey concert, as Cristina's getting tickets. Of course, Journey's no match, in my opinion, to the Stones at all, but I like them nonetheless. How can I not?--my mum used to listen to them occasionally when I was six or seven. I remember we used to have this old computer with Windows '95, and it had this Jukebox-type program on it, and the only song in the whole library was Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'". (To this day, I don't think anyone knows how the song got there.) Funny little tidbit there. But thenceforth, Journey was embedded into my memory, almost as early as the Stones, but..four or five years ahead.

Anyway, I still think it'd be awesome to see Journey live.

So .. today. So many connections with last November, it's eerie. We went to some place where they're building new homes that we went to the day I found out my cousin was going to the Van Halen concert. And we went out near the mountains, just driving around, which we did that day as well. To top it off, we went to the exact same Chinese food restaurant we went to that day. (And wow, we were listening to the same radio station.)So many memories. It's funny how missing the Van Halen concert evoked tears for months, while the extreme sadness of missing the Rolling Stones concert only lasted .. a few days. But I suppose that has yet to be seen.

Alright, I'll get over it. I think ... well, there's a reason all this moping is going in here and not my livejournal: I don't want to bring the mood down amongst the dozens of folks who have posted, "Guess what? I'm going! I got the tickets!!" You know? No need to be a killjoy. But ehh.

So ...I suppose, in all its eerieness, today was--gasp--fun. After all the frolicking about with the cows up in the mountains, we (that is, my dad, my sister, and myself, 'cause we just can't stand my mum sometimes) went back into the city and went to Zia, where I obtained Boston's first album(Boston), which I've been wanting for months, and the Doobie Brothers' The Captain and Me from 1973. And, may I get flamed for this, but I still think the song "Long Train Running" from that album somewhat mirrors Led Zep's "Trampled Underfoot".

And that's that.