stubborn proclamations
This is a bucket.
Clarification: this is an empty bucket.
Were I to fill this bucket with things I proclaim are wonderful ideas and opportunities that I need only commit to pursuing but then later realize are pipe dreams, this bucket would be overflowing. Actually, I'd probably need an army of broomsticks to carry the dozens of overflowing buckets, like in The Sorcerer's Apprentice.
Not sure if this trait is a flaw or a strength. But I've seen it enough to know it's definitely as much a part of my character as my fear of sharks and my love of watching Discovery Channel shows about fearing sharks.
So that proclamation from about a month ago, for example?
If some can read a book a week, and others can see a movie per week, then I can make a show a week, right? Right.
Yeah. About that: I got excited. I may have been slightly, egregiously, or epically mistaken about how possible it was for me to actually do that. Since writing that, I've seen only part of one show.
This is not a success story.
But here's to not giving up (out of sheer stubborn determination). We're set to go see Hot Chelle Rae at the 9:30 Club tomorrow night.
"Hot Chelle Rae." Sounds like a stripper name, I know. Even if it didn't sound like a stripper name, it's a boy band, I know. And that means the show tomorrow is a family-friendly, packed-with-tweens show. I know.
But when it says the album is "an unstoppable fireball of radio-ready tunes," the band's biography isn't lying. It's catchy - like, really catchy. And I'm not ashamed - like, totally unashamed. This counts as much towards the goal of 52 shows this year as seeing Rachel Platten in February did, and seeing April Smith and the Great Picture Show in May will.
Hot Chelle Rae- Tonight Tonight from Ashley Harris on Vimeo.
