A day in the life of a "I Swear I'm Not A Hipster"
I woke up this morning and, while waiting for my friend to come over, I watched the movie Howl about Allen Ginsberg.
I stopped the movie when my mother told me the neighbors were selling records. I bought a few, though I'm sure you haven't heard of them ;).
My friend Molly came over and we got frozen yogurt and then listened to music while gazing at the river longingly...
I got on my train and I wrote a poem in my little black book.
When I got to Grand Central I made my way to the East Village to see my friend Kelly play at the Sidewalk Cafe on Avenue A.
On the way there I found a bunch of people selling things and I bought a beautiful Mandolin for $50.
I watch Kelly play at this nice, cozy little, cafe and she's fantastic as always! Mal was too who celebrated a wonderful birthday!
We left there and I played my new Mandolin while learning how to play from my friend Denise.
We tried to get Gay Ice Cream, but there was a long line.
Kelly, Charlotte, Thomas, and I go down to the subway, where Kelly and I jam (mandolin and kazoo) and actually sound awesome.
Kelly played "Investments" on my mandolin on the train and people applauded and Charlotte handed out her album to a few people, one of which had a radio station in Australia- he said he'd play her music!
I go to Penn Station with Kelly and Charlotte and I play Mandolin while reading Kelly the poem I wrote. Also, I missed Kelly, Charlotte, Thomas, and everyone else a lot so it was nice seeing them.
Also I met Molly who was awesome and who then informed me she was moving to the middle east come wednesday.
I race from Penn Station to the Shuttle, but the shuttle doesn't come and I miss the 12:20 train.
I meet a girl there though, who is beautiful, 20 years old, and Czech.
She looks at the mandolin and I ask if she wants to name it. She looks at it and says "It is dark, like night, but the music is bright, like star- Hvezda, that's Czech for star." So I named my Mandolin Hvezda (and not Mandy).
I get to Grand Central with 5 minute before the last train bound for my town.
I get on the train and people coming from the Roger Waters concert come on a stop later. I play them my mandolin and read them the poem I wrote. They were very nice strangers.
I finally got home where my dad, who was still awake, helped teach me a few more mandolin chords.
In all it was an amazing day, and I love Char and Kelly and Thomas (and yes, Hvezda, you too!) a lot!! I hope to see them again soon and I hope that my plan for youtube videos (which I told Kelly) is actually a decent one!