Must have lived so long with covered eyes

Trent and I braved the gales and went to the riverside where thorns attached themselves to our pantlegs while we drank fresh air and breathed the notes born of his guitar, scattered by the wind.  The waters had risen so we stayed on the bank, inviting the stares of passersby.  Tulsa can be a beautiful place if you look hard enough.

I am growing dissatisfied with my photography.  They say equipment isn't everything, but it flipping helps.  I am about to purchase a Canon EF 50mm f/1.8 from Amazon, which makes me happy.  I know it performs spectacularly because I owned one at the beginning of the fall.  Not as impressive as the f/1.2 or even the f/1.4, but for the price, how could I not get it?

Listen to this.

stop. drop. roll. burn.

Once upon a time my boyfriend and two of his buddies decided to start a band.  First it was The Memos, then it morphed into Pi.  (As in 3.14, not as in apple.)  They jammed and jammed until music oozed out of their ears, and then they jammed some more while throwing in a gig or two when the opportunity presented itself.  Although the three band members all went to different schools in different states, they would come together to jam at every chance they got.

Recently, over Christmas break, they struck gold: a mutual friend said that he would let them use his studio to record a demo album, for free.  And so they packed their gear and spent New Year's week in Austin churning out 9 songs, 8 of which they had written themselves.  It turned out better than anyone had hoped.

I flew in yesterday from Illinois a few days early so I could be reunited with my boyfriend and see Pi play at a local venue.  A good number of people showed up, and they ended up giving away most of the free demo CDs they had burned the night before.  I, of course, took lots of pictures.

All of this to say that their album, You In Colour, is available HERE for free listen and download.  I already posted the crap out of this on Facebook, and since most people who read my blog are friends with me on Facebook anyway, I have no idea if anyone will actually read this and discover Pi for the first time.  But hey, there's a chance, right?  (Yes, this is a shameless girlfriend plug.  But seriously, you should check the album out because it's awesome.)

My boyfriend is the vocalist, by the way.  I fancy him.

It's a rock-out-with-abandon kind of day

I was trying to kill time so I put together this mix on 8tracks.com. Yes, that is me in the picture. No, I am not a pothead-slash-hippie. (Though sometimes I wish I was.)