My friend PALLADIUM is currently in 4th place to open up for Alesso’s show in Madison, WI! Just sign in via fb & vote, you can vote up to six times :) This guy drops the sickest & dirtiest electro & has been working + producing his own stuff which is about to TAKE OFF! Always rocking the local MN scene and opened for Adventure Club at Life In Color, he truly deserves this opportunity and is guaranteed to not disappoint!
hey i just really wanted to say i hope you’re enjoying date #2 with the guy who’s fucking my best friend on the side while you don’t know about it. you got a real winner on your hands. i’m sure he really likes you.
It’s funny how songs that you would hear when you were younger have totally different meanings once you get older and understand things better. I used to listen to this when I was 12 & thought it was just a catchy tune. Now I’m also always having trouble trying to sleep, counting sheep but running out - having my eyes feel like they’re gonna bleed, dried up and bulging out my skull - dry mouth - numb face - fucked up and SPUN OUT IN MY ROOM. Every lyric points directly to an upper / stimulant high, and a terrible fucking comedown. I’ve experienced them so many fucking times.
This song is about laying in bed at 2 or 3 or 5 or 6 in the morning after you’ve done your last line of whatever stimulant fancies you most, and your “mind’s on overdrive” - thinking about the hundred things you think you have to get done or want to do, with a numb face from the cocaine or whatever, and you watch the hours tick by on your alarm clock because you have no chance of sleeping. Your eyes are huge and you have a sort of dull feeling to everything around you, especially if you get no sleep and go to work or school the next fucking day.
I’ve been exactly here one too many times. And to be honest I’m so sick of it :| lol.
it’s weird being a drug addict. you don’t see things like how people who don’t always abuse drugs do. i’m always on something. stimulants, mainly. and when i’m not on them, i’m coming down from them (before coming back up).
i think i just spent a half hour looking through my inbox typing replies to all these lovely messages some of you have sent me and i’ll start to say way more than any normal person should as a response. paragraphs and sentences upon sentences, for a one lined message that is sent to me. then i realize that it’s useless… and kinda weird that i say and type so much. so i just backspace everything and don’t say anything. at all.
i remain unseen. and i choose to be. at night i don’t sleep alone in bed, like so many complain about. instead i stay awake. awake, alone, and unseen. but deep down, i am always here. i am always here. for you.