Friday, January 31, 2014

Nighttime Music

I just want to preface this post by saying I'm no music critic. The last thing I ever plan on doing in my life is becoming a reviewer. Yelp reviews? LOVE THEM. So helpful. Album reviews? Yes, please. But I typically like to leave the reviewing and criticizing up to the experts, and I am no expert in any field, really. When it comes to music, my mantra tends to be "Any way the wind blows / Doesn't really matter to me" (love ya, Queen). Some people find this extremely annoying. "You don't have a favorite artist? What genre do you like best? You haven't heard so-and-so's newest album?" UGH, LEAVE ME ALONE. I like what I like and I'm not going to apologize if I listen to three of Kendrick Lamar's songs on repeat and have never heard the rest of his album.

With that being said, there is a handful of artists that I can't help but obsess over. Even in my youth (I'm talking middle school days), I fell in love with some musical groups that, to this day, I am faithful to. I'm like a little puppy and these artists are my owners. I'll never stray. As I've grown up, so have these bands. It sucks because it's no longer fun to crush on dreamy lead vocalists such as Ben Gibbard (hi, you're 37. also you're not that cute but you have an A++ voice), Rivers Cuomo (43, the dude could basically be my dad), James Mercer (also 43...smh), and Julian Casablancas (okay you're 34 and to be fair i'm still into you because you're the face of one of my favorite bands of all time).

I'm now 22 years old and at that point in my life where I should be beginning to find older men attractive, right? WRONG. I think guys my age are the cutest. Physically, at least. I'll never love another like I love my favorite bands, but I've been wondering to myself: Where are all the good guys? Where are the Bens and Rivers and James and Julians of today's generation?... Oh, there they are: Avicii, Calvin Harris, Steve Aoki (jk you're old), more DJs, computer artists, etc. NOT. Actually, I honestly don't hate hate hate EDM, I just prefer to fall in love with the guy behind the mic, going to his shows and trying to make eye contact, pretending like he wrote that song specifically for me. Ezra, if you're reading this, the answer is YES I will absolutely marry you. You're perfect (and thank god for VW, couldn't have made it thru high school without you). You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one...

The point is, I finally have decided to open my heart up to new things. Have you heard of Night Moves or Night Beds? Don't get it twisted like I did, the two are completely different. But recently, these babes are my men. I don't love John Pelant (NM, 24) and Winston Yellen (NB, 23) just because they're downright sexy. They write and produce beautiful music that is wise beyond their years. I've been following Night Beds since its infancy when I heard one of Yellen's first songs, "Even If We Try," but Night Moves is new to me. Only knowing a few tracks of the latter, I was excited to see them perform live in Seattle last weekend. Night Beds was set to open for Lord Huron, but last minute, Night Moves filled in. Going to the show was fate for John and I. It was love at first sight, my friends. He is one of the greatest performers I've ever seen. You know that feeling when you just know you get someone? Watching him on stage, I felt like I was the only person in the room and he didn't even realize anyone was watching him. He's so young, raw, and passionate about his music and it was enough to make me lurk like a stalker after the show to meet/talk to him and buy his overpriced vinyl. On the plus side, I confirmed my suspicions of him: he's freaking perfect. Also, he signed my copy and put "xoxoxoxo" next to his name. And he asked for my number.*
Night Moves: John <3 (left). Mickey and Mark are cool, too though
Night Beds: Winston Yellen. Swoon.
Guys, if you're still reading this post, PLEASE do your ears a favor and listen to Night Moves and Night Beds. It's so frustrating that there are so many talented people out in the world and their voices aren't heard. I promise, you'll fall in love. And if you don't, you can just leave.

The only time it's ever been okay to take a mirror pic #ezra

* yeah he didn't actually ask for my number


Thursday, January 30, 2014

Happy National Croissant Day

If you're a croissant lover like me, today is your lucky day. Cuz guess what? We are dedicating this lovely Thursday to CrOiSsAnTs in America! It's a common misconception that croissants originated in France (suck it, France. You don't own croissants). Regardless of where they come from, January 30th is USA's opportunity to celebrate the soft, flavorful, flaky, beautiful, buttery bread that is the CROISSANT. Thank god for national holidays; so many of our foods deserve a day of praise. I just looked at the list and I've already missed so many great ones (National Spaghetti Day? Peanut butter day?! Bittersweet Chocolate Day?!?! God forbid I miss Semi-sweet Chocolate Day... Friends, save this link in your favorites bar). Anywho, I'm stuck in my Weather class and all I can think about is heading over to the cafe I work at to snag an almond croissant. I'm kind of nervous we'll already be sold out (we only get 4 almond croissants delivered to us daily, WTF), and I don't really know what I'll do if I can't have one. I NEED ONE. But I guess we'll croissant that bridge when we get to it (see what I did there...). Also, I can't help but feel the need to listen to Kanye's "I Am A God" on repeat today... He is, after all, quite the croissant connoisseur as well.
You should really listen to the whole song, but if you're impatient, jump to 1:57ish. YEEZUS WANTS HIS CROISSANTS, GOD DAMMIT.

So enough with the croissants already (update: I went to my cafe and we were SOLD OUT. I got a bagel instead. pissed about it). I'm sorry if this post's title lead you to believe I would solely be discussing croissants, but there are other things (far less important than food holidays) that are going on in my life that you need to know about.

To start, I gotta get it off my chest that I landed that job at Free People's Home Office in Philly! I'll be doing PR for the company and I am so stoked that I don't think it's fully hit me yet. I'm going to the EAST COAST! Granted, it's only for two months. But I can still say I lived on the East Coast at some point in my life, right? I turned in my formal acceptance this morning and now all I can think about is finding the perfect apartment with my friend Linnea and saving as much as I can to travel on the weekends (NYC, DC, Jersey beaches, etc). Needless to say, this summer is gonna be full of radness and you can bet your ass I'll be blogging all about it (ps- still haven't heard anything about the collab blog I'm supposedly starting. hence my semi-present existence here). Also, I think my roommate and I have ultimately decided against kitty adoption for the time being. However, I now have plans to adopt in Philly, as future roommate Linnea is, too, a feline fanatic.
My building's lobby... wtfperfection
Muh future city

In other news, I took a 24-hour trip home to Portland on Saturday with 3 of my college friends and it reminded me of why Portland is one of the greatest cities in the country. While giving them a tour of my favorite spots, it hit me that not everyone is lucky enough to grow up surrounded by such an awesome community. I grew up 20 miles outside of downtown but I still resonate with the city deeply. Sure, my friends grew up in San Francisco, Tokyo, and Southern California, so they didn't have it all that bad. But what I loved was that each of them adored my city. One friend even wants to consider moving to Portland. When people tell me how much they love my hometown, I'm like SHWING! I KNOW! It's small enough to feel intimate but big enough to get lost for the day; friendly enough to say hello to a stranger but unfamiliar all the same; it's cultured, progressive, green, basic, complex, and errthang in between. Above all, it's filled with underrated restaurants, book stores, museums, and parks that could make even the most technologically-addicted twenty-something-year-old turn off their beloved iPhone. Is that a bold statement? Yes. And it's a true statement, too.
Alana, me, Kelli, Katherine, and Lydia in Portland (#azns5evur)

I'm no foodie, but I am definitely a food addict. There's nothing I love more than discovering new things, and last weekend I discovered quite a thing. Quite a great thing, actually. It's called Sweedeedee (they don't have a website, but they do have a tumblr page feat. cat vids. great find, right?). It's a quaint breakfast and lunch spot with a kinfolky-vibe (think mason jars everywhere, clashing coffee cups, local everything). And most importantly, the food is DELICIOUS. I can see myself frequenting this place in the future if I ever move to North Portland. Or driving there because it's so worth it.
Sweedeedee Breakfast Plate, effing classic.
And a Portland tourist trip isn't complete without a pitstop at VooDoo Donuts!
I think this photo speaks for itself.

In summary, I'm having a major love affair with Portland and Seattle. I feel like they are so similar, it's just wrong not to favorite one over the other. Despite today's post centering around Portland, lately, I've been LOVING on Seattle. I want to rave about my recent Seattle obsession, like, RIGHT THIS SECOND, but I seriously cannot type anymore today because I'm a rambler. Aaand this entry is probably so long that people stopped reading post-croissant rant.

SO, I'm gonna cut this short and leave abruptly. Have a good rest of your Thursday!


Thursday, January 23, 2014

Katy's Back, Tell a Friend...

Hey everyone, remember me? I don't blame you if you've forgotten. Considering I wrote less than ten posts over the course of three months (nearly a year ago), I don't expect anyone to read this today. However, that's not saying much; I only had about three followers at my peak.

Looking back on my last post, I have no clue what Street Style plans I had. They must have been shitty because I disappeared out of nowhere. Just so we're all on the same page, let me update you on all the happenings of this past year (that should have been turned into unoriginal, grammatically incorrect blog posts but didn't because 2013 was the Year of the Lazy).

Katy's Important Life Events of 2013
1. Sold out of my online clothing store and failed to restock it
2. Moved to Hawaii for the summer (don't ask and I won't tell)
3. Lost myself and immediately recreated myself, c. July
4. Went to Riot Fest in Chicago and decided it's okay that I will probably always love the punk music that I listened to in my prime (at a ripe age of 12, I considered myself a full-fledged sk8er girl. ten years later, I'm still me)
5. Started acting my age. Who knew I wasn't actually a 60 year old woman trapped in a 21 year old's body?
6. Turned 22 (thanks, Taylor Swift, for the most annoying birthday ever. NO, I'M NOT FEELING 22).

And what crazy shenans have you missed these past 23 days of 2014?

Katy's Monumental Moments of 2014 (thus far)
1. Interviewed at Free People's Home Office in Philly (still waiting for a job offer)
2. Changed from a side part to a middle part (note: this is HUGE!)
3. Decided to adopt a kitty with my roommate (who knew adoption could be so spendy? waiting till our financial situations improve)
4. Started liking chicken salad sandwiches (yes, you're right, I might be the best blogger out there. real issues, that's what I'm all about)

It's pretty sad that I found six noteworthy events to tell you about for 2013, yet the first month of 2014 isn't even over and I already feel it necessary to mention four badass happenings in my life. It has become obvious to me in the past six months (refer to Life Events of 2013, #3 and #5) that I'm young, able, and damn lucky to be me. For that reason, I'm back on my blogging game, tellin' strangers about my radical life. However, I can't say that I'll be here for long. 

As much as I've thought about my return to this blog over the past year, I did not decide to come back until last night when my good friend suggested that we collaborate on a lifestyle blog. I was all for it! We've been texting about it nonstop, but this morning I realized that I'm a pretty shitty blogger. I've neglected this blog for a year and now I'm being unfaithful to it by gettin' with another. With that being said, I don't know what will happen to the KATY (cool title, Katy) blog. In my defense, I have accepted that I failed my writing ambitions by neglecting this for so long. The fact that this is really more of a rant diary than a public blog is comforting. It's a digital diary! Three cheers for technology! I don't need ANYONE to read this. As I'm writing this, I'm realizing that I'm doing it for me. If I do end up starting a blog with Kelli, it will probably be identical to what I would have written on here and I hope the public will be as accepting of it as my imaginary readers are of this one. Maybe along the way I'll even learn how to write correctly.
Me (left) and Kelli (right), my partner in blog-crime

You might be wondering why I've resurrected this sorry excuse for a blog (and to be honest, I'm wondering why I'm referring to "you" as if there's someone out there actually reading this, fingers hungrily scrolling the mousepad, thirsty face practically touching the screen, drinking up my poetic words, drop by drop... #wishfulthinking). You might be pissed that I'm even trying to redeem myself. The truth is, I missed it here (WARNING: serious feelings ahead, use caution). When I write in my diary, my words have a strong, confident voice. While typing this post, each word that appears on the screen is breathing a new life to this blog. While I can be one of the most reserved girls in a big group of people, I do have a lot to say. I have a ton of shit to pour out of my heart that no one probably cares to read but I want to share regardless. I'm not promising that I'm coming back to this blog, but I'm not saying goodbye forever. If my collab blog doesn't work out, I'll be back. If it does, maybe my three followers will be alongside me, making the transition to bigger and better things.

Honestly, I want to start taking action. I want to do things and not just talk about them. I want to experience literally EVERYTHING possible. I never want to pass on an opportunity to learn. I want this post to finally inspire me to get off my ass and be a happy, healthy, 22 year old. I want to be completely selfless and downright selfish at exactly the same time. But right now - this second - I want my Weather class to be over so I can escape this lecture hall and breathe that crisp, cool Seattle air that I've come to know and love over the years. Maybe this time around, I'll finally do all the things I talk about doing so next time I write, I'll actually have something worthy to say.