I'm so grateful for the money we raised for Cystinosis, and I'm even more grateful that I got to spill all these silly stories. I did this blog for Tahnie, first and foremost, but truly in the end it was a gift to a pack of girls too intent on chasing music and tattooed boys with guitars and huge egos to care about anything else. We're never going to grow up we're never going to die. We're happy squeezing into cramped backseats to go to shows, making instant friends when we get there, taking pictures of stupid things, and just being who we are. Our groups may come and go the Moffatts may be defunct and their spinoffs difficult to follow, Taylor Hanson may be happily married to some chestnut-haired girl from God-only-knows-where, and we may be reaching the edge of our teenage years, but it's as simple as this: we are here now, and we're happy with what we do.
This is how it all started, where roots grabbed the earth and sunk in as deep as they could go, how we got into feather boas and as many concerts as possibly affordable, and a certain poise that I can no longer control that comes over me whenever I am near less-than-respectable groupies and what have you. The history of the bandaids is just the beginning, you understand. someday, we'll be famous for all of this. stardust in your eyes, sunset in the staff/performer parking lots of venues, and. I've thanked my caffeine-team plenty and we'll all be back next year to do this again.
This is my last post, my tribute to Tahnie, and my thanks to everyone that read the page, sponsored me, or just wished me luck. I have no photos of me sleeping, but Roar says I pout when I sleep. The sweetest dream that we have ever seenĭream Street Rose please stay with me a whileĭream Street Rose I miss you when you're gone Somewhere in between there stands a dream You've bin in all my dreams since you've been goneĮach mornin' that I wake up with the dawnĭream Street Rose I like the way you smileĭream Street Rose that's the way she goes
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