| | So it's been like, over a month since I've even really looked at Live journal. I am not exactly sure how I did it either! Anyway, for those of you wondering... I am fine, but hey have I missed anything drastic besides Dir en Grey's new video clip? | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment  |
| I sat here for nearly 30 minutes before I could think of a way to start this review. I didn't want to tell you guys reading this the things I saw, because really how many reviews have we read that was a step by step program of their particular show? A lot, though we do adore being there with the fans during their reviews.. So I wanted to instead bring you on the emotional ride rather than the visual ride. So if you will take a few minutes to peek into the heart of a Dir en Grey fan.
Now, if you -went- to the Boston Family Values show you more than likely saw me and commented or viewed me from a far, but I was the woman in a full kimono. The collar was white, the obi was black and white and the robe itself was a white satin covered in a smokey grey/silver chiffon. I also had a rather large white satin sign that I held up during the show that just said in black writing Dir en Grey, over to the right of the stage (Die's side) under the big monitor. For those of you who commented positively thank you, I spent a lot of time making and personally (as uncomfortable as it was in the day time hours) I think it came out gorgeous.
NOW! For the part you've been reading for. Dir en Grey. GDS started pumping out the speakers (that were so close I could SMELL the music) and I roared to life with a scream that had not come from my lips since.. well probably never. I saw Shinya make a quick lap of the stage and my heart started to pump out of control. I actually had to take a few seconds to calm down and remember to REMEMBER what I was seeing. They each came out one at a time, I screamed for each, but as soon as Kyo hit the stage I lost it and screamed myself into this horse sounds that is still coming out as I speak today that reminds me of two large rocks having wild monkey sex. It's bad, but BOY was it worth it. A dream, was it a dream? God no, this was real...! Kyo started to sing/scream and my body fell into this rhythmic copulation of head banging and stilled awe. I tried as often as I could to wave the sign I had nice and high to let our five boys know OMG ::SPAZ:: WE LOVE YOU IN BOSTON::SPAZ!!!:: or you know, that I liked them a lot. If I was seeing things right from 20 rows back Die saw the sign within two seconds of Kaoru looking up towards my direction and smiling... oh did I mention I got a nod from Die and a TINY little flash of that ever charming smile. I couldn't tell if Toshiya saw the sign, if he did he didn't show it, and as for Kyo, he stared right at it for a second.... or at least in the general direction. Hey guys, I tell you know it was real and I know, but still I can't help thinking how good of a dream it was lol!
I listened and watch, I felt and sang, I cursed and shuddered right along with the tempo and absolute craziness that I was both fearing and riding the wave of. I am not going to sit here and try to tell you what songs I heard, we've all seen the basic line up and they repeated exactly that. The bucket full of ice was brought out and dumped, what it said I have no idea, I didn't watch the stupid bucket I was watching the insane head it was on lol!...But I was screaming stuff like "Love the Bucket LOVE IT" and "Bucket love!" So if you heard that, you were probably seated near me and thought the same thing everyone else around me did "Shut the hell up you crazy bitch"...anyway. The blood was wretched out of his mouth, fake or whatever it was still a heart stilling sight to see. The safety pin was ripped out and etched into his skin, just a little flint of real blood mixed in with whatever it was that came out of his mouth. Kyo got bloody. We've all heard, but I tell you my heart stopped for a moment. I was standing there completely still and silent for a few long moment just watching. I wasn't scared, or turned on, or even wondering why he self mutilates, it was just watching someone feel what they were singing so much that the only way to show how much they are feeling the energy was to hurt and to bleed. Details begin to sink into one another after that because I was so high on just seeing that and living in that moment and loving it. I remember when they started to walk off stage, so suddenly, it caught me off guard and I was slapped back into reality. All I could think was, please more...MORE, but as they say; All good things must come to an end... but they also say it ain't over till the fat lady sings..
MEET AND GREET; First off, I FUCKING MET KYO! I've been saying that all day, half way to remind everyone in my house that I had the time of my life at this show, and that HELLO I MET KYO! Now that was really REALLY too short. I was standing in line, checking my makeup after sweating my butt off jamming to DeG, chitchatting with a few people.... Feeling my age around titters of "loving Kyo" and "Oh I want to tell him I want to have his babies!" because really I just wanted to say "Hello" to the man. Of course I'd love to get a chance to tell him how much he and the bands music has effected me over the years, but who the hell cares about that crap? Hell, I barely care LOL!... But alas all I got was; me walking up, handing him the sign I waved around during the show, and a poem I wrote about him (that shall follow after the review) shaking his hand really quick, exchanging bows and me trying my best to utter out "Kaydi desu, dozo Yoroshiku" (I do not know if that is spelled out right, I've never seen it typed, just heard it spoken) before I was whisked away from the man I wanted to stuff inside of my kimono sleeve. However on the upside when I actually said it was nice to meet him, I got the BIGGEST (crookedest) smile from him. My job was done. YAY ME I got a big smile. After that my meet and greet bracelet was cut from my wrist and I stood outside of the yellow tape watching and seeing if I could rustle up the courage to say "Ano raibu wa sugoi datta" which I think/hope means "That was a f_ching awesome show." However that was cut drastically short by a few obnoxious, pushy, and all around idiotic people who questioned the "No pictures" rule too much for the staff and because I was near those fools I too was told to get away from the tape. That pissed me off more than the small amount of fangirlism I picked up on. When someone tells you not to jump off the building because you REALLY cannot fly, you don't keep questioning them why you can't fly. YOU DON'T HAVE WINGS YOU NUMB NUTS. It should have been enough to just have said "You can't take pictures." To push it further than that is just rude.
And thus the end of my Dir en Grey experience ends on a somewhat somber note, but with memories that will last for...well a very long time.
For the love of whatever god you may or may not believe in do NOT let this review cause any hard feelings. Don't waste your time feeling bad feelings towards someone who just shared THEIR OWN PERSONAL reaction because honestly it is just wasting time on silly things. Now go listen to some DeG and smile at their greatness.
The poem I gave to Kyo To Kyo With Love
Little boy I knew you as you skipped outside bathing in the rich rays of the sun laughing playing and falling a scraped knee a little blood and you just smiled that lurid smile
Little boy I knew you as you were broken through and through sobbing in the twilight rains withering against the cold night arms a splash of crimson and you laughed pain riddling through your flesh and a placid whimper of lost pleasure gone
Little boy I loved you as you crawled away on all fours begging and pleading for it to just be over Your broken bloody body heaved onto the cold wet floor shuddering against death you'd just laugh that lyrical laugh A broken nightingale screaming of the wrongs against him portraying it all to the millions of screaming infatuated addicted .... fans.
To Kyo with love ~a fan
Thanks for taking the time to read this. | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | India Arie - Ready For Love | | Subject: | no names please | | Time: | 11:50 pm | | Current Mood: | cold |
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| 10PM tick tock tick tock Passing losing stumbling along my way "My way" Like I'd know that if I tripped over it and it knocked me up. It's just a little confusing Wrapped so tightly in this suffocating flesh Now this is torture There is no whip that could match the lash of heart break There is no rope that could cut as deeply as his words There is no blade that could slash at my flesh as harshly as his lies I know this pain I know what it is to bleed for a dream I know what it's like to cry so hard you really do think you're going to die and still I know a pain beyond.
Liquid clouds washing me clean just for me to breathe and once more I am defiled
This very flesh that grips to me heavily scarred in his name basted and burnt to near perfect death Is the very thing that keeps me trapped here
Screaming for a single chance to shed this ghastly garb of deceit and fly. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| I dream of you still sickeningly sweet visions tearing their way into my mind Against my walls you struck Thunder and lightening slashing across my already wounded surface Passing before a pale light flickered Faded promises melting in the sands before my eyes Magma pressed to my lips as ashes saunter in the nights feeble breeze Forgetting all that I was and all that I ever wanted to be Wasted dreams on our past Passing sands caught in the waters edge reminding me once again You will always be there, haunting me for eternity... and I fucking hate you for that. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | So I had a rather large cyst removed from my lower back on Monday morning. I got it done at the doctors office...the cyst which wasn't a cyst until they cut me open, they really had no clue what it was.... A part of me (the sickest part that relates to Kyo when he pukes) wanted it to be some parasite from some third world country. Course the rational nonloving puke side of me was kind of pissed when the doctor said it was like an iceberg. The small little nickle size bump I had on my back went down over an inch deep and ended up to be half the size of my FUCKING FIST! Oh yeah did I mention during this procedure I found out I was basically immune to the effects of Novocain. You know that drug they use to NUMB YOU BEFORE THEY CUT YOU OPEN!?!?!?!?! Yeah that one. So, yes folks I felt it all. It hurt like ass fucking a red-hot fire poker... in other words OW MOTHERFUCKER. The doctor said it should have been done in the hospital with something OTHER than Novocain. Anyway that is all said and done. I'm in shit loads of pain, I have ten stitches inside and five on the outside. Doesn't look half as bad as it felt lemme tell you. Oh hey while you're reading this and know I live near Boston Mass... It's going to be 101 degrees tomorrow with a heat index of 115+. This makes me want to cry along with back pain. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| With my status of hate I defied you mentally wrapped around your broken promises Abandoned in the hope that I was strong enough to let go to say good-bye to forget all that you were and all that you never will be Amongst the ire I resisted you but beneath the fists balled tight enough to draw blood Were the softest touches of silk bathed in a deluge of butterfly kisses Words encapsulated in your breath told of gay tales and magical moments As a child I listened I gazed to you as a guide A hand to follow through the maze that is love. I relied upon you to hold me from falling from saying farewell and all I ever asked The Truth. Turned upon A stave through my very soul lifting me up as a prized kill A toy to string up and dawdle with as if I were a mere puppet. Don't I have a say in this invisible love Do I get no word on fate? Am I to follow through on this path of pain and void Am I to suffer in your memory for always? For always.... the truth of a broken promise coursing through me poisoning my last fiber of being Decaying again in your arms of fantasy I weep dusting tears and fall victim to this humanity as I fade away into oblivion. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| To say goodnight goodnight A whispered fairy tale of dreams to never come true goodnight good-bye Endless rapture of spoken truths lost on your breath my love goodnight The blues that carry you to and fro a wave lapping at my innards tearing me to shreds goodnight Farewell my heart withering away in the dessert sun Blistering my skin and burning my eyes I beg and plead for your oasis again goodnight goodnight | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Yoko Kanno - Inner Universe (Ghost in the shell) | | Subject: | Beautiful flying machine | | Time: | 05:00 pm | | Current Mood: | artistic |
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| | So I was out walking my dog (five times a day everyday!) and I saw the most beautiful dragonfly I have ever seen. There are a lot of them around where I am because there are many many small bodies of water and one very large body of water less than a quater of a mile away from me. So yes I've seen quite the array of dragonfly colors from brilliant reds to deep purples, but never have I seen one like this. Its thorax was this bright white, while it's wings were a deep brown almost black, and it had bright green eyes. I wanted to get closer. I wanted it to land on my hand like so many other have, but I was with my dog and he is stupid and looks at flying bugs as little, hard to get, munchies. So I did NOT want to get too close just to have my dog kill it, but still I will not deny that for a moment I was hypnotized by it's almost erratic movements in flight and the swish of such contrasting colors. I guess it is the little things in this world that keep me believing in true beauty. The kind of awe inspiring beauty that only the hands of mother nature could construct. What a beautiful flying machine. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Celtic Woman - Someday | | Subject: | Fantasia | | Time: | 05:41 pm | | Current Mood: | depressed |
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| Behind the wretched skies Behind the toxic fumes The walls caving in on us Was your reverie
Always your dreams taking us away to dulcet fantasy We didn't know what we were supposed to do with this love growing from shared promises and fate
Hands bathing in the sweetest touch of our dreams That seems in a blink never ending But soon as the swans were ripped from their placid place upon still waters The skies opened Winter came in but a moment Tormenting the winds with frigid tendrils Beating us down to where the sun no longer shines Where the pedals of our roses ice over and ash away with a single breeze Carrying the ugly stench of death
A love fallen victim No longer able to see that fantasy
Lost on the way to perfection a journey to fall victim to a path we did not see Pulling us apart...our fingers plucked outward Broken left to dangle lifeless....hopeless
..... I'm sorry. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| Stay quietly my love Stay above dancing in the clouds Laughing within a misty breeze Captured in a perfect rose Your face, shining from the sun Warming my soul Languid arms around me Keeping me sound Stay quietly my love Stay above dancing in the clouds Stay as you are and as you were Perfect rose How I yearn for you Always alone The sky above darkening with the irrefutable passing of time How I wish for you In the sky my flower Raining down upon me your warmth once more Stay as I gaze upon you Stay as I remember you Stay always and forever Perfect My Rose. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| Is there anything new? New in my heart new in my soul... Born before the earth knew life A being with eons of memories trapped in this thing called... Alone.
-fin
As an after thought on it all... The Last Samurai still brings me to tears... damn you. | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Yo-Yo Ma - Green Destiny | | Subject: | cyanide tears | | Time: | 11:39 pm | | Current Mood: | high |
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| cyanide dripping in my eyes..... I've got more drugs running through my broken veins than you could even count I laughed when you cried I lived while you died I relished in the pain that dripped from your endless wounds
clawing at the dirt above you I kept shoveling it all in clouding your world over with the noxious fog of my laughter I witnessed you fighting for another breath of life inhaling the cyanide of your tears
broken and beaten I laughed at you gripping to the edges slippery with the newest flow of your gurgling vomit falling over the edge seized from the fall into oblivion by the parts of my latest victim a comfort for a landing on things that oozed with liquids far more macabre than what a single cyanide tear could kill. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| It's been raining here since Tuesday... and it's now Sunday.... and until Saturday of next week... it's going to rain in various forms from a light mist to sever downfalls. Until last week Mass as a state was low on the water scale of about 6 inches, now like everyfuckingplace on the North Shore is FLOODED! AND... AND! we can get up to ANOTHER 6 inches of rain till it ends. Do you know how much it FUCKING SUCKS TO WALK A DOG IN THIS SHIT?!?!?!?!?!? DO YOU?!!!... a lot. My sneakers are getting soaked 4-5 times a day. I am going to need a new pair after this... and probably a jet ski as opposed to an ark, fuck the animals I just don't wanna get wet any-fucking-MORE! Please feel free to leave donations for a jet ski. Thank you... And those of you who get to see the sun in the next seven days... I FUCKING HATE YOU AND HOPE YOU DIE! <3 | comments: Leave a comment  |
| I hate when you've been chopping up tofu cubes to throw into miso soup and you get some under your nail, however you do not realize this till much later. However, when the tofu is found under said nail it looks like a big boogie. So here I am astounded that something that big could have gotten out on it's own -and- under my nail. Course it takes me a few moments of inquiry of said substance to figure out, oh! it's tofu from earlier!
Thus my retard moment for the day, mistaking tofu for a big snot under my nail. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| Run away...please Go...quick before I change my mind and beg you to stay
I haven't fought so hard in my life for a love that I didn't even know The bruises and blood soaked soul just a minor inconvenience if you were to be in my arms
Lost along the sky I closed my eyes and prayed for your breath
just a memory away
I didn't want to fight that hard please forgive me if I lost your love Could we have even stayed together through the masses of thorns
Go...please stay follow me to heaven and dream the impossible dream
I am still the mess you left behind A broken soul and tortured love Carried away on the wind as you walked away and my wounds never healed
Everything here sifting through the ashes your eyes staring at me from behind a cinder
Wasn't it funny how we ran The clouds still following us as we hid Clawing away the things that bind me to this world Singing me away and I know
everything changes | comments: Leave a comment  |
| Why is it that when my very own friends try to hook me up with someone, they are always ugly and fat? Are they trying to tell me that I too am ugly and fat by trying to pair me with someone like that...? Because if they are, that is really fucking mean. | comments: Leave a comment  |
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