A few months ago, a friend introduced me to Atlas Genius when he used their song “Trojans” in a promo video for us. I gave this Australian band a little listen and then stopped, for no real reason.
After looking through the Osheaga Lineup to get psyched for the Fest in August (note: we’re psyched), I started listening to them again as they’re playing.
And now I’m addicted.
“If So” was the jam of last week. This week, it’s “Don’t Make A Scene.” Just ready for Osheaga to finally release those schedule times so we can see who’s competing with our Atlas Genius Dance Party.
But none will come close to this. It’s all in the presentation folks and well, Firefly Festival really delivered. In this epic mash-up, I’m not sure what I want more, tickets or this song mix.
I feel another Northeastern adventure to a state neither of us has been to is in Amanda’s and I’s futures.
Yesterday, CNN Living re-published an article from Oprah.com about dreams that you should never give up on. I’m quite the dreamer, and have an ever-expanding list that I feel guilty moving away from. Like the dream of producing a Broadway play? Pretty sure my copywriter funds are never going to be able to make that one happen. And learning a second language isn’t going to be happening anytime soon, I could barely handle it in high school and college.
So how do you know what dreams to hold on tightly to and when to let the wind carry them away?
I’ve always been in awe of traveling, no matter where it was, just seeing a new setting and surrounding myself with complete strangers was always a thrill. And why many of my dreams involve travel. From seeing the sculpture in Dublin with my two eyes and standing underneath the Eiffel Tower with my mom to doing AIDS community work in South Africa and attending a Euro music festival that lasts three-days and requires me to camp.
But after seeing this Dream Never to Give Up On #5, I found myself reverting back to the idea of standing on every continent. To feel like I’ve touched all parts of the world and left an impact, even if it was with my feet.
So continent-exploring is back on the table. Maybe I should just turn all of my dreams into a “Around-the-World” trip to knock out more than a few birds with one stone.
Are there any dreams you find yourself holding on to?
After befriending a musician and Celia getting booked to werk the Treasure Island Music Fest, fate dealt some sweet cards and I was on my way to the west coast for 48 hours. Where I had a weekend full of first times.
-First trip to San Francisco
-First time navigating a new city without a map
-First time eating and drinking total German cuisine at Suppeküche
-First time walking up “hills” and being completely out of breath
-First time having a rooftop party that felt like a movie
-First time hanging with Kacee in America (Dublin reunion 4 years in the making)
-First time at a Music Festival
-First time movin’ and groovin’ in the Silent Disco (San Fran calls them “Silent Friscos”)
-First time using a sewing machine to create a beer koozie in the arts & crafts tent
-First time on a Ferris Wheel that was so old-school, it didn’t have a cage around it keeping you in
-First time getting a haircut on an island. At a music festival
And the big one:
-First time I bought a journal and started writing my book. While gazing at the Pacific Ocean.
Needless to say, I’m in love with San Francisco. And leaving was horrible. The music fest wasn’t too bad to boot either.
Hanna (Non)Tana 