I woke up at 7 this morning in Mandeville at my roommates house. I left at 9 after a IHOP breakfast to head back to Baton Rouge-- Without Voting!
Now, before Jason bans me from the site, it wasn't my fault. See, both me and my roommate haven't voted since the last presidential election. Between that time and now, voting consisted of Mandeville elections (for which I WAS registered, but didn't live) and the Governor's election, for which I knew would go to Jindal, and whom I would have voted for anyway.
Well, I arrived at my place to vote. After the lady hassled me for my hair, which was a bit uncombed after waking up and going straight to the polls, she told me I was not registered. I then told her that the address on my license had changed (from my mom's house to my dad's) and she said, quite rudely, to go to that voting area up the street.
I got to the school, where my dad and stepmom were, to wait in line another 15 minutes and found out I wasn't registered there either.
I was pissed. It seems that since I hadn't voted within three years of the last election, they simply erased my registry, presuming I was dead I guess.
In a million years, I would have never seen this happening. I should have also realized none of this mattered since my vote would be against the Conservative state of Louisiana anyway.
With that being said, my dad seemed upset when I called him an hour ago. I think he's scared, because he's used to things. There's a norm we get used to and I would guess when you get older, you don't want to stray from that norm--- and that's essentially the reason why I was afraid of voting for McCain. A day in and day out.
But to my dad, and my conservative friends' statuses on Facebook, I think we're going to be okay.
I remember sitting down with Kevin Devine around the time of the primary election and talking to him about Obama and his charismatic appeal. There was something we agreed upon-- one can talk poeticly without action. We both want to see that action.
But Lupe Fiasco was right at Voodoo two weekends ago when he said the real change comes within us, no matter who is in the White House.
But I put my trust in this man now. I think it's time to start waking up and taking advantage of every hour we are alive. I've been putting some CC's Coffee CEO's child through college for the past few months, but with the country the way it is now, I want to do my best to take advantage of every hour of each day.
I encourage each of you (all 20 who will read this) to take advantage of the good in your life. And even though we may show up to the polls and get denied something close to our hearts; something we feel dear about; we must strive forward.
With each pitfall is something bigger than the individual. So I do hope we "socially" come together as a nation, and become United again.
love and respect. everyone deserves both of those.
It was warm yesterday. And the scene queens were rampid, all looking for their spot for Panic at the Disco.
(Writer's note: If you are a scene queen, to go straight to Panic pictures (!!!!) scroll down!)
Tokyo Police Club were good. Not my cup of tea, and a bit bland. Like a cross between Relient K and indie synth.
Blind Boys of Alabama were awesome. Since it was Sunday, it was like having a small slice of church. Clarence Fountain, one of the original Blind Boys, came out and did and sang a few songs. This band is amazing, and a beloved break from the regular schedule of the day.
Cold War Kids were better live than on record. They also seem to keep their cool and have fun at the same time (I know, an oxymoron).
Dashboard Confessional sent high frequency screams through the crowd. Ol' Chris tipped his hat after the first song. The band doesn't sound as harmonic as I expected them to be, but I will fully chalk that up to the big festival stage. I'm sure seeing them in a club or in an arena would be better. Still sounded solid though. They played a cover of "With or Without You" too.
Ozomatli played a hopping set. Chali 2na was solid. I admit it, I shook my rump a little bit.
Lupe Fiasco was a surprise. I'm not that big into hip-hop shows, but the man pulls out all stops. He's intense, and his back-up band is so solid. A definite surprise, and a hell of a sick set.
Panic at the Disco sent higher frequencies through my ears, even with my ear plugs, in the photo pit. As much as I am not a fan of the band, they still put on a great set, and all the guys are really into it expressively. The band ended their set with "Shout Bamalama."
R.E.M. is a hell of a show. Michael Stipe really puts his all into it. The set was pretty across the board. It was great seeing a band that was at the forefront of the alternative movement, and still sounds contemporary with new and old tracks.
This was my first festival doing pics, and it was certainly an experience. I had a blast and got to catch a lot of great acts. I want to thank AP.net and MSOpr for letting me come out and bring you the experience.
The election was a big talk with most of the artist this weekend. It is very important to put up your vote next week. I'll be getting up early and driving back home before class. Distance should not be an excuse!!!
In lieu of my usual blog, this will do...be back ranting next week.