Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Fate Part 2: The Tattoo


After the Mansfield DMB shows I had one day off in between and then it was straight to SPAC. I spent that day packing up my stuff and then the next day we drove to Saratoga. This time it just so happened that my new friend Kevin, from Mansfield, was staying at the same campground as us. No one ever believes me, but in person I am shy. Up to this point, I had always just gone to concerts with my friends. So stepping out of my comfort zone and meeting fellow fans was refreshing. The Saratoga shows were fun, but came and went with nothing out of the ordinary happening. I have been to SPAC multiple times, so besides the awesome shows and the camping, nothing notable happened.





After Saratoga, my next stop was Chicago and Alpine Valley. This is where the "everything happens for a reason" phrase comes back into play. I met a girl in the spring that is from Chicago but goes to school in Boston. I told her my favorite band was DMB and she told me she goes to see them at Alpine Valley every year. After we hung out a few more times she told me i should come out in the Summer and visit her and go to Alpine Valley with her. Now if I had still been with my ex-girlfriend, this would've never happened. Alpine Valley had always been one of the places I dreamed of going, but she held me back from doing certain things. So I talked to my friend Dan and he said as long as we get to check out Chicago a few days then he would join me. So both of us took our first trip to Chicago and we did a lot of sight seeing in the few days we were their. We went to Wrigley Field, Navy Pier, The Bean, Millennium Park, Buckingham Fountain, John Hancock Observatory Building and Willis (Sears) Tower. After an awesome time in the City, my friend and her sister picked us up and we headed to Alpine Valley. At this time, this was the farthest west I had ever been so the car ride for me was pretty cool. We pulled over and took a picture at the "Welcome to Wisconsin" sign, which sounds corny, but it was so cool. Besides my drive to the Gorge, which will described later, this was the coolest drive I've ever had. There wasn't any rolling mountains or huge bodies of water, but it was just the anticipation of arriving at one of my dream venues. Finally arriving at Alpine Valley was an awesome feeling. Seeing that sign and knowing that you are literally in the middle of no where but surrounded by thousands of fans was surreal. The tailgating scene over there was nothing like I had seen before. On the east coast, I am used to tailgating on pavement and with cops everywhere. This was in the middle of a field with thousands of people going nuts, it was awesome. After the tailgating fun was over, it was time for the show. Now this walk isn't HALF as cool as the Gorge walk, but it was pretty exciting. At this point, ever have I ever been to a venue where you have to walk up a hill to get to your seats. Getting to the top of the hill and seeing the stage was pretty damn cool. Alpine Valley is such a beautiful place to see a show. The band came on and didn't disappoint. They played an awesome set and one of their longest ever. Definitely an experience I will never forget.



After I got back from Alpine Valley, my new friend Kevin contacted me and asked me how it was. During our conversation he reminded me that he was going to the DMB West Palm Beach shows. He told me that he already has a room with two beds and a rental car and i should join him last minute. So I hopped on my computer and found a cheap flight and two weeks later I was at the airport and he was picking me up. During this time, Boyd Tinsley's movie "Faces in the Mirror," was starting to get a lot of attention. They were in the process of getting the word out about the movie via twitter and by having some pop up events. While waiting at the airport and killing some time, I saw that Boyd was having a contest for West Palm Beach. The contest was to post the best picture of your face in the mirror. So basically, Boyd finally made it cool to take a picture of yourself in the mirror. As I was sitting there at the airport I thought there was no one I could take a cool picture of myself in an airport mirror. I thought about it for awhile and then I remembered I had something cool saved on my phone. A couple weeks back, my friends and I had gone to the beach. We stopped at the grocery store to get ice for our beer and this young girl stopped us and asked if we would take a picture for her website. She worked for a company called "Pirate Booty Potato Chips" so she gave us these eye patches and had us take a picture. After the beach, my friend and I were a little sauced up and decided to put the pirate patches on and give people "the hook" as they drove by. As we were hysterically laughing, I took a picture of both of us in the car mirror with the patches on. That picture I happened to have saved on my phone, so I tweeted that picture for the contest. After that I kind of just forgot about it and carried on with my day. Kevin and I got some beers and hung out in the hotel for awhile before we headed down to tailgate. We got down to the parking lot and met up with my new friend Jordan, who had my tickets, and we continued to party. About three beers and two shots later, my phone started to vibrate. It was a tweet from the Faces Film account saying I had won the contest and got to go backstage after the show to meet Boyd. I literally could not talk for fifteen minutes. I just showed Kevin and Jordan my phone and stood there for fifteen minutes without words. It was the coolest and scariest feeling at the same time. I was obviously pumped to meet Boyd but at the same time I was wicked nervous. We went into the show but I don't even remember it because I was still in shock I was about to meet Boyd. After the show, we went down and met up with Boyd's main man, Steve. He took the ten of us contest winners into a small room backstage. There was just enough chairs for all of us, plus Boyd, and a TV. All of us in the room had never met each other and were all in the same position. We were all nervous and just kind of sat there and laughed in awe. Finally Boyd came walking in and shook all of our hands and sat down and begun telling us about the movie. He described the thought behind the movie and then showed us the trailer and one scene from the movie. After, he signed stuff for us and we all took some pictures. Probably the coolest part was when Boyd talked to my new friend Jen's mom on the phone. It was her mom's birthday, Jen left her party just to go see Boyd. While he was on the phone with her, we all started singing happy birthday to her, it was awesome. After he hung up, he said that was so cool. Then Ryan Orr chimed in, "Now that's a Narnia birthday right there." That was a wicked cool moment, and I do have it on video if anyone would like to see. After this happened it was time for them to leave. Right before Boyd left I blurted out, "Will you do me one more favor, will you sign my calf so I can get it tattooed?" Boyd looked at me and said, "Are you serious...that's fuckin cool!" Then Ryan starts slapping my hand over and over again. That moment is something I will always remember for sure. I left the venue with the biggest smile of my face. I woke up the next day and I told Kevin to drive me to the closest tattoo parlor right then. He tried to tell me to think about it for awhile, but I had already had my mind made up. We went to the closest parlor and I walked right in and got my first tattoo. I immediately tweeted to Boyd and Ryan about the tattoo after, obviously. As you can see from the pics below, Boyd loved it and said it was the first tattoo of his signature. I went to the second show that night on a natural high. I also got to meet my good friend, Ian Miller, that day. He was the first one that got to see the tattoo. So without even having to say it, that was one of the coolest experiences of my life and something I will never forget. Without reaching out to Kevin and having him come hang out with me in Mansfield, I would've never went to West Palm Beach. I would've never met my now good friends Ian, Ryan, Steve and Boyd. Like I said, things might happen in weird ways, but everything happens for a reason!












Saturday, September 29, 2012

Nice Guys Finish Last

How is it that the nice guys always seem to finish last? This is a question I always have to ask myself because it happens to me all the time. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I consider myself a pretty nice guy when it comes to how I treat women. As I was out at a bar last night, I started talking to my friend's girlfriend. I wasn't talking to many girls so she said jokingly, "Look at you, the ladies are all over you." I laughed and said, "Funny...but I just don't like to bother people, it's just not how I am." She replied, "You're a nice guy, stay nice...girls like nice guys." The reason for this little story is because of the irony. Here is this girl, telling me girls nice like nice guys, but yet her boyfriend is an asshole. I've known him for awhile, he is a friend of mine, but with women he is just an asshole. So how can this girl tell me to stay nice? How can she tell me girls like nice girls? Her boyfriend is a dick...period. Why is it that women are so attracted to assholes? Back in the day I even tried being an asshole just to see if it works. But I am just not wired that way...I can't bring myself to do it. It would be like telling Dave Matthews to sing death metal music...it just doesn't happen. Is this a phase girls in their 20's go through because they are immature and like the excitement of wanting what they can't have? Or will I be stuck always trying to find a nice girl who appreciates the cute things I like to do. It seems like a never ending battle. Fate has been pretty good to me with everything else in my life. I hope it leads me to an awesome girl in the future.
-Andy

Friday, September 28, 2012

What Is Love?

Love is family and friends.
Love is lovers, past and present.
Love is your favorite band.
Love is your favorite sports team.
Love is laughing.
Love is crying.
Love is smiling.
Love is your favorite food.
Love is helping someone you've never even met.
Love is a group of people with the same cause.
Love is missing someone you've never even met.
Love is a connection that you can't describe.
Love is seeing a long lost friend but it is like they never left.
Love is cheering someone up when they're upset.
Love is leaving a cute note for someone you care about.
Love is surprises.
Love is always being there for someone.
Love is paying it forward.
Love is going cross country with people you've never even met.
Love is bacon...anytime, anywhere.
Love is making people happy even when you're sad.
Love is puppies...who the fuck doesn't love a puppy.
Love is little kids...in a non Michael Jackson kind of way.
Love is walking 3 miles down the Texas chainsaw massacre road with 2 guys you just met that day at 3 in the morning on 28 hours of no sleep...just to see Boyd Tinsley and Ryan Orr.
Love is having someone you've never met get a poster for you, and you returning the favor.
Love is having meeting new people.
Love is finding the strength to overcome evil.
Love is pulling yourself up after you get knocked down.
Love is helping someone up after they get knocked down.
Love is letting someone get on your shoulders so they can catch a drumstick.
Love is making some one's dream come true.
Love is driving somewhere two hours every weekend just to see their face.
Love is doing something cute, just because.
Love is those funny faces your crush makes.
Love is being yourself.
Love is meeting someone for the first time, but it feels like you've known them forever.
Love is making someone laugh until they can't breathe.
Love is getting hurt but becoming stronger from it.
Love is something that never leaves you.
Love is that feeling someone gives you and makes the butterflies have a rage party in your stomach.
Love is having a crush.
Love is a knowing there is someone out there for you.
Love is not giving up.
Love is hiding here...in the shadows in the darkness. 
Love is making the best of what's around.
Love is monkeys, pigs, and jimi things.
Love is not where, but who that really matters. 
Love is serenading your favorite girl with your favorite DMB song.
Love is calling someone family that isn't blood.

Love is something we all need to spread.
-Andy

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Fate Part 1: The Twitter Beginnings

Fate, or destiny, is defined as a predetermined course of events. Before this year, I thought fate was a bunch of hog wash. The term "everything happens for a reason" was just something I thought people said to make themselves feel better. Over the course of the next few blog posts, I will be telling some stories that now have me convinced that everyone has their own destiny.

Last year, sometime around January or February, I got an email saying one of my friends was following me on twitter. Now that doesn't seem out of the ordinary, but I had forgot I even had a twitter account. I had made an account when twitter first came out to check it out, but it was boring to me and I never even used it. I realized my twitter picture was of my ex-girlfriend and I so I logged in to twitter to switch that, because that is just awkward. While I was on there, I decided to send a tweet for fun to the friend that had just followed me. She ended up tweeting back to me and saying, "twitter is fun you would like it, i have like 100 followers!" So every couple days I would just log on and send her a tweet and I tried to get myself to like it. I ended up searching around twitter and started following sports and music figures that I enjoy. One night a local Boston sports radio station said whoever had the best tweet during the game would win Celtics tickets. For anyone that knows the Celtics, Rajon Rondo is the point guard and is always piles up assists. I ended up tweeting to the radio station saying, "Rondo's got 99 problems but the dish ain't one." That night I got a direct message saying I had won the Celtics tickets! Right then I was immediately hooked on twitter.

Shortly after that is when I realized Stefan Lessard from my favorite band, Dave Matthews Band, was on twitter. I thought it was so cool that a member of my favorite band followed me and would interact with my fellow fans and I. Sometime in early May, I noticed on the antsmarching.org forums that my friend Berman had tweeted to Stefan. He told him that the band had played at Hartford the fifth most out of anywhere, but they had never played Halloween. I was shocked when I found out Stefan actually answered him and said he planned on letting the band know. I decided to tweet to Stefan, asking him to play minarets at Mansfield. Minarets is a favorite song of mine that I had never seen and hadn't been played at Mansfield in over 10 years. At this time I only had probably fifty followers, most of them being fake porn websites, and none of them being fellow DMB fans. I went onto the Mansfield thread on antsmarching.org and started asking my fellow fans to follow me on twitter and help with the minarets campaign. Slowly but surely I started getting my first DMB family followers on twitter. The minarets for Mansfield campaign gained a little steam as more people tweeted to Stefan. The DMB shows at Hartford happened and they then the second night actually played Halloween. Although this just could've been a coincidence, it gave me hope that minarets could actually happen.

The time came for Mansfield night one and I had pit tickets. I made a sign that said "#Minarets4Mansfield" and below that I wrote "What You See Is Human" with an arrow pointing down at me. I had told people I would be wearing my blue DMB fire dancer hat and my Garnett Celtics jersey, my go to DMB concert attire. It was the first time I was at a show and have fellow fans recognize me and say hi, it was awesome. One guy came up to me and he had come down from New Hampshire all by himself. His name was Kevin and we had known each other from the antsmarching.org forums. I told him to come hang out with my friend and I and we all enjoyed the show. I was stage left right in front of Stefan, and he definitely saw the sign. The night ended without them playing Minarets but it was an awesome show and I wasn't disappointed. The next day I got to the parking lot with my friends for the second Mansfield show. They had a merchandise tent outside the venue so I went to go get a poster so I didn't have to carry it all night. Sure enough the person in front of me in line for a poster was Kevin, my friend from the night before. I said hi and asked him if he came by himself again. He told me he drove down alone so I invited him to come over and tailgate with my friends and I. Although this seems like useless information, meeting Kevin becomes a huge part of my story. Even though I had good seats, I decided to hangout with all my friends in the lawn that night just to have some fun. All of a sudden the third song of the night comes on, and BAM, it is Minarets! Kevin and I ran down to the stage like 13 year old girls trying to meet Justin Beiber. Whether they played it by coincidence or not, that was a special moment for me. After that I was like WOW, anything can happen on twitter. Also, I had met some cool fellow DMB fans on twitter and I wanted to meet more! That was the beginning of the twitter madness for me and little did I know there was much more to come!

I think it is really cool some of you take the time to read my blog and enjoy what I have to say. It means a lot to me and I appreciate all the nice things you have all been saying. I will try and update it as much as possible! And feel free to edit my grammar and punctuation because I know it is horrible! Fate Part 2 will be up soon :)
-Andy

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

How DMB Found Me

The Summer of 2005 was when my friends and I went concert crazy. We just graduated high school and basically went to every live concert besides Britney Spears. During our run, DMB obviously headed to Massachusetts and that was on our list of shows to see. So on July 9th, 2005 I attended my first DMB concert. At this time, I was only a fair-weather fan and didn't know many songs. Come to find out I witnessed the first time #34 had been play in its entirety in 12 years. It is such a shame that I got to hear such a great song with Roi and not even realize what I was witnessing. But none the less, after that concert I started getting that itch. I tried getting tickets to the show the next night, but at this time knew nothing about warehouse or ants, so I failed. I ended up going out with a friend that night and told him how much fun I had at the concert. He grabbed his cd case and pulled out a cd and put it in. He said to me, "well if you liked the show last night then I know you will love this song." The song he put on for me was Dancing Nancies and it was the first time I had heard it. Before this I had only listened to the "radio friendly" DMB songs. So when I heard this for the first time it was a whole new sound and experience for me. It was like getting slapped in the face with greatness. After this, I started downloading all the live music and I was hooked. The rest is history, fourty seven shows later here I am still going strong!
-Andy

Save The Bacon

Oh bacon, how I love thee so. Why do we love bacon so much? It is a question I have asked myself as the "aporkalypse" is upon us. What is the "aporkalypse?" It is the the predicted shortage in pork products we will have to deal with next year. The beloved pork belly product we all love may be harder to find than Waldo come this time next year. Supposedly this bacon shortage is now un-avoidable. This made me think of how great bacon that there is many kinds of bacon we take for granted. Side bacon is the most common bacon in America. My favorite kind of side bacon is maple sugar bacon. It blends sweet with salty into pork perfection. But there is a kind of bacon that everyone forgets about, side bacon's cousin, back bacon. Back bacon is also known as Canadian Bacon. Why is Canadian bacon an important member of the bacon family? It is a very key component in eggs benedict, my favorite breakfast meal. Eggs benedict is like sex on a plate. Who wouldn't want sex on a plate? The man's man Ron Swanson once said, "just give me all the bacon and eggs you have." We can not live without bacon...start breeding pigs people.
-Andy

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Open Up Your Head

I am going to take you back in time a little bit and tell some some of my back story. I wasn't always so open minded and friendly. When I was younger I was over weight so I was socially awkward. Junior year of high school I hit my growth spurt and started working out. It was only until then that I started coming out of my shell a little bit. But it took many years after that to be really comfortable with myself. I never really had a serious girlfriend until I was 20. By that time I had a good group of friends and was very social, but I was always pretty self conscious at the same time. Her and I went together like peas and carrots (Forrest Gump reference) but I was still never fully comfortable with myself. We dated for about three and a half years and it was awesome but it was destined to end because even though I loved her I never really learned to love myself. I was always so afraid to lose her that I only just wanted to hang out with her and pretty much lived in my own little box away from the world (see what I did there?) I was always afraid to go out of my comfort zone and experience new things. I was also a very negative person for some reason. For some reason I could never look on the bright side of things. I was the "glass half empty" kind of guy. Basically in the end these combination of things led to us breaking up.  It was her decision, so obviously I was devastated for a while. This is where that "everything happens for a reason saying comes in to play. After I shook off the break up, I decided I wanted to change how I acted and be more positive. I figured the best way to do this is by starting to work on loving myself. After some time I realized I had a lot of good people around me and that I know I must be doing something right to have such great people in my life. I took a bad experience and made it a positive one by changing my attitude towards life. Now I have a very positive outlook on life. I've met a lot of awesome people and have had unbelievable experiences. Until this year I never really thought outside of the box and opened up my head (see what I did there?) to different things. It took me until this summer to learn that everything really does happen for a reason. As much as it hurt losing someone I loved more than anything, none of the awesome friends I have made or life changing experiences would have happened. Sometimes it takes a lot of hurt to realize there is more good out there than you realize. I am now so much more appreciative and loving towards myself as well as others. It makes me happy helping other people because a lot of great people have helped me through tough times. Just remember that everything does happen for a reason and in the end good things happen to good people. 

This is basically prequel to the rest of the stories I have. I just wanted to give a little more background info on myself first. It is pretty hard to describe yourself on twitter so I wanted to go a little more in depth. This is my first time blogging and my grammar and punctuation is probably horrible! So please excuse that and stay tuned for some more to come soon! Thanks :)
-Andy

First Blog Entry

Hi there! This is my first attempt at lengthy and more in depth blogging. People are used to my short tweets and quick one liners, but I usually have a lot more to say. Twitter is a good outlet for quick things that pop into my head but many times there is a lot more I'd like to say. For the people that know me already, I've had a crazy summer. Although twitter has allowed me to share a lot of the awesome things I did this Summer, I wasn't able to go share a lot of details. After this post, I am going to try and go back to the beginning of the Summer and start from the beginning. I will share MOST of my adventures I had the past few months but also understand there are somethings I just can't share. I think it will be just as fun for me to back track and try to remember every moment that happened this summer. So get your popcorn ready...stories to come soon! 

My friend BT and I

My friend BT and I

Boyd, my brother and I

Boyd, my brother and I

Butch Taylor and I

Butch Taylor and I

Jeff Coffin and I

Jeff Coffin and I

Tim Reynolds and I

Tim Reynolds and I