I forgot the password to this blog for such a long time :(

Everyone in my life is tired of hearing about how amazing meeting Conor was. I’m not quite ready to shut up.

There were a couple of guys doing lines in the bus, security ended up finding out and then the police arrived and went on the bus. They left pretty soon after. Conor and a few others pretty much rushed out the venue and onto the bus as soon as they could. We waited for 3 hours in the freezing cold in the middle of a strange city in the hope we could finally meet Conor. Nate Walcott ended up having a really long, in-depth discussion with an incredibly high guy who introduced himself to us as ‘Jesus’. I don’t know if Nate was trying to score drugs or whatever, but it all looked a bit dodgy from where we were. I would give anything to have heard that conversation between them though. It was the first time I’d ever seen Nate act so.. human? 

Conor finally came to the door of his bus for a cigarette, and came over to see us. He was so lovely. High as a kite, but still such a sweetheart. He signed my Fevers & Mirrors vinyl. He kept hugging us and sakdjfdkgkfg ugh he was so wonderful. All I could really say was ‘thank you’. I don’t really think I could ever thank him enough though. 

It hasn’t sunk in yet. After almost a week it still all feels like a dream. 

I got some great videos from the gig as well, which I hope to upload soon.

connyxoberst:

warmyellowsunlight:

go shop on all the billion highways, have a new wardrobe by the break of dawn.

Well, I guess the best that I can do is pretend that I’ve worn nothing wrong,

and to wear the diamond shirt that’s going to make me look like I belong.

Now fashion speaks and I can hear it from the wardrobe place,

and I’m screaming at my personal shopper on a cell phone she is far away,

I’m saying no other styles from the thrift store could compare to my threads!

Right now I’m parked at the mall hoping the diamond shirt’s on sale.

So I will fold and fold forever,

I buy all my shirts in pairs. 

So I buy and wear and wash and tear.

I mend my shirt, and I put it on once again.

Now I’m hunched over an ironing board, I guess you call that fixing my look, 

and there’s an outfit I remember and a faux pas I cannot escape.

Oh and sometimes I will choose the shirt over my fave green cape

oh ugly clothes fill the stores and they are making me give up on fashion.

Well I dream of black wide brimmed hats and dream of cuffed dreams and some cowboy boots.

I dream of hoodie strings tied in bows and of chokers and of other things.

But then I dreamed my shirt was ripping I was crying tears all around.

Then I awoke to my alarm clock to find my shirt was safe and sound.

So I will find my shirt and buy it or I will search my whole life long

Oh I will, I won’t, I do, I don’t. 

I’m not surprised.

I’ve never felt quite in style.

honored to be apart of it!

This is incredible. Almost as good as my cover of Lua I sang to Conor while I waited for him to come out and meet us in the middle of the night.

‘I know that it is freezing, but I think I have to wait’ etc. 

(via connyxoberst)

Come July, I’ll be seeing Bright Eyes three times within a week. Plus Foo Fighters and Bad Religion. 

THREE WHOLE EVENINGS WITH MR OBERST. 

Everything’s booked and paid for. I just need to patiently wait for time to pass. 

I still can’t really fathom how amazing this is going to be.