Taken with picplz at 7th & Grand Whisky Bar in Los Angeles, CA.

Taken with picplz at Sheraton Los Angeles Downtown Hotel in Los Angeles, CA.

Taken with picplz at O'Brien's Irish Pub & Restaurant in Santa Monica, CA.

Taken with picplz at Gasworks Park in Seattle, WA.

Eyes wide open. I'm paying the "awake at 6am, coming down" price for
having caffeine. I said I wouldn't do that again. But obviously I hate
this feeling less than thinking about her. Or all those great ideas I
don't pursue. Or the half-completed projects I do. Or my general
health and well-being. Oh, let's be honest, it's mostly her. And them.
And all the lack of me.

The soundtrack from the night replays inside my ears and silently I
smile. It is both funny and perverse that the only way I've found to
Stop is to Go. The only way to make the endless madness cease is to
immerse myself in ideas, submerse myself in service. I wrap myself up
in work and drown myself dancing.

If I just get enough forward momentum for something else, anything
else, maybe I can leave the rest behind. Maybe if I figure out how to
Move Forward, I can finally Move On?

I really want to Stop. And so I Go.

I must still be broken.

This was my Friday night. How was yours?

If you aren't spending it doing something you love, you wasted a chance. You only get so many, so make each one count.

And just when I relearn how to breathe you in
Well you light light me up like kerosene

- Recovery

After many years,I finally got a chance to dance to the group that moved me to listen to electronica in the first place.

These guys are the reason I dance at all.

And they were so worth it.

The first band I caught was The Audition from Chicago. They were fun but could use that polish that comes from more road time with more audiences.

Plug-in Stereo was not what I expected and they were a little too mellow for this rowdy crowd. And not many people knew the words so the singing was shy. Instead everyone just clapped a lot to work off the energy.

The lead singer for We Are The In Crowd was wearing a shirt for The Maine. Which of course made her 10x hotter and by extension, the band 5x better.

Every Avenue was struggling a bit vocally, and an unusually reserved crowd didn't help. I blame it on a Monday night time slot with a mixed bag of bands.

Still, it's always good to see a show in a cool venue with fun people.

I got to see Downtown Fiction, We The Kings, and Mayday Parade run an audio train of deliciousness on El Corazon.

When artists say on stage that Seattle audiences are the best, loudest and most fun, it's shows like this they are referring to. The fans in this town are the best anywhere.

Even though the drummer was out with a broken arm, the percussion-less set by We The Kings just rocked my freaking socks off.

I'm a lucky boy to call this town home.