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Coast Modern’s debut album was even better than #CoMosapiens could have hoped for!  The album’s terrific vibe has pretty much stayed on repeat since Thursday night at 9pm.

To celebrate the release, I knew those Coast Modern gents needed a special cookie to pay homage to all their hard work in the last year and a half.  And I hoped this hit the mark.

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It’s the icing on the top when they like what I’ve created in their honor.  It’s this wonderful thing where art inspires other’s art.  Which is exactly what happened in the contest where you showed off your #CoMoLove on Twitter and Instagram.  All the participants were put into a random drawing.

So let’s get down to the winner.

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Natalie T!

You have won a Coast Modern inspired cookie box.  Along with SIX album covers of your own you will also receive the special Coast Modern eyeball inspired blackberry thumbprint.

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Thank you all for showing your Coast Modern love and I hope to see you at a show.

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If it’s not clear, I’m pretty fucking excited about the Coast Modern album release on July 28th.  Once an official date was set, I pre-ordered the album, started chatting people up to do the same, and began planning how I would celebrate the day.  It started with something simple like wearing their swag, maybe playing with the dolls a bit, but now I’ve decided to throw an all out Coast Modern themed party at the office.

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Like any good party, the fun is in the details, especially with themed parties.  The care you put in the planning will pay off in spades on the official day.  Each piece needs to hold true to the theme to make sure your guests aren’t wondering if it’s a party or just a few people getting together.  Here’s a quick guide in case you want to throw your own Coast Modern party.

The Menu:

Every great party starts with the food and a theme party gives even more opportunity to amp it up with catchy puns.

  • Grilled Toast Modern – A Californian vibed grilled cheese sandwich. It’s provolone and cheddar cheese melted over arugula, bacon, and horseradish sauce on garlic Parmesan bread.
  • “Dive” into dip and chips.
  • “Now I’m Cool” Cucumber Salad.
  • Drinks will be made with “a little bit of this and a little bit of that” and each served with “Tiny Umbrellas” to pay homage to one of my favorite songs on the album.

Wardrobe:

Attendants have been asked to wear their Coast Modern gear.  If they don’t have a concert tee shirt, they can sport:

  • Dad shirts
  • Converse or Vans
  • Anything with a Californian vibe

Games:

Since my party will take place at my day job, I have to keep the activities on the up and up.  They’re even geared toward employee appreciation and positivity.  I’m not saying you still can’t use them, but I felt like I needed to explain why there’s no alcohol.

  • “Pockets Full of Knowledge” – I have little trivia game with random Coast Modern facts.  My staff love surfing on the Intenet for random info, so why not have them focus on a particular topic?
  • “The Way it Was” – Each person will write down a habit they want to change going forward to increase positivity in their life.  They’ll focus daily on something to make sure they keep moving forward and never go back to “the way it was.”

As you can see, I’ve stayed true to the  Coast Modern spirit by punning off their song titles and I’m pretty fucking proud of what I’ve come up.  It’s right up there with “You gotta be kitten me right meow” and “I don’t wanna taco bout it.”

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Invite all your friends to enjoy on the festivities!

Hopefully these little tips will help you gather friends to enjoy the band’s release day or solve the problem of your next birthday party theme. Whatever you decide to do, the most important part is to have a good time.  And listen to Coast Modern.

 

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The time has finally arrived! A few months shy from when Hollow Life first hit the scene in 2015, and after five other slammin’ singles dropped, Coast Modern’s debut album titled “Coast Modern” will release on July 28th. The #CoMo fandom couldn’t be more excited. I’m about coming out of my freakin’ skin with anticipation. If not for the simple fact I don’t have to watch another person tweet or scream at a show, “When’s the album coming out?”

This is serious cause for celebration! A momentous occasion to be recognized!  What better way than giving gifts to the fans who have gleefully waited?  So a contest we will have.  Up for grabs is a Coast Modern inspired custom Delish Bakery treat box.  (Hint: They usually weigh several pounds.)  All you have to do to possibly win is show Ze Boyz some love on their premier day (July 28th) by posting a photo on Twitter or Instagram with the hashtag #CoMoLove.

How do you show your love, you ask?  By taking a picture of how YOU Coast Modern.  (Pretty open for interpretation, right?  Exactly!)  Still need some ideas?  Here are a few examples I might have been guilty of over the last couple years:

Buy their album
This seems like a pretty easy one.  You already love them, you can’t wait to listen to them, and really you’ve been screaming “take my money” for the last year.  Now you find out you’re getting a deal with 18 fantastic songs.  When you’ve secured yours, increase your entries by getting all your friends to buy it too.

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Wear their gear
Maybe you have a shirt or six you wear on a constant rotation.  Maybe you rock their pin on your work lanyard or sport their sticker on your work computer so every co-worker asks you what it’s for.  No?  Just me? Well, whatever you’ve got, flaunt it.  Don’t have any branded merchandise?  Be creative! Highlight your Coast Modern make up look complete with blue lipstick, rock a palm tree or flamingo “dad shirt,” or go a bit rogue with writing the band’s name on your favorite shirt with a Sharpie.

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Make Coast Modern inspired art
I’ve seen the most amazing fan art in the last couple years.  Here’s a great day to showcase it!  You do you.  If that’s drawing a fabulous portrait, playing a Coast Modern cover on your ukulele, or even decorating cookies, spoil us with showing your work.

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Recreate an iconic photo
Lucky for me, I have Coast Modern dolls.  Hey, they’re fun, don’t judge.  Trust me, if you meet them, you won’t be able to put them down.  (I’m talking about the dolls, not the band.)  Every person to come in contact with these little yarn beauties can’t help shaking out Luke’s wild mane or smoothing back Coleman’s hair just right. However, for your photo you don’t need dolls, just grab a friend and strike a famous Coast Modern pose.

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Get a stranger to follow their Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook
This is really where you’re doing someone else a pretty big solid.  You’re about to introduce them to their new favorite band.  And if they need any convincing, tell them about the killer puns found regularly on Twitter.  Who doesn’t love puns?  It’s pastability the bestest thing ever!

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Create Coast Modern art with every day products
Who doesn’t love to spell out words in the craft store with the wooden letters?  Unfortunately, the photo below is photoshopped with Luke’s name. There was a massive manhunt and no Luke could be found in Southern Oregon*. Seriously, my posse looked through at least 500 bottles! Maybe you will have better luck.

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Make a video
Do you have some dance moves you’ve been dying to share?  Or a killer karaoke version of Comb My Hair?  Heck, maybe you really want your Guru shower version to take off.  Now’s the time to do it.  This one was made waaaay back in December 2015!

Create custom underwear
Okay, so you might think this one is a little much, but who doesn’t want one-of-a-kind Coast Modern chonies?  These happened to be made for a bridal shower gift game (as if I needed to explain myself.)  The bride is a big fan and I just might have convinced her to make these her bridal underwear.  I’m sure her new husband will be quite pleased.

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As you can see, there’s really no limit to what you can do to show your Coast Modern love.  However, there are a few contest rules:

  • All entries require a photo to be uploaded to Twitter or Instagram using the hashtag #CoMoLove.  This is how entries will be identified.
  • Contest is open July 28th from 12:00am-11:59pm.
  • Prize to be shipped in the US only.
  • Winner will be randomly drawn from all entries.
  • Contest is not sponsored or endorsed by Coast Modern.

Can’t wait to see what you come up with to show those gents you appreciate all the hard work they’ve put into getting here!

*Just one example of the “great Luke hunt.”  Even with her little hands digging through hundreds of bottles, we were unsuccessful.

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#CoMoTripn: San Francisco

Three-hundred and eighty-two miles laid before my bloodshot eyes to make it to San Francisco for Coast Modern’s final show in the Temper Trap tour.  I got lost in Valencia trying to find my nostalgic Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf mocha.  My head too clouded for simple Google Maps instructions about when to take that right turn. The clock ticked 9:30 am and there wasn’t much time to drive the stretch, get checked in to the hotel, and relax before my last pre-concert ritual.

The long drive gave me an ungodly amount of time to think about my previous days.  Playing through all the places, people, and friends I’d seen along the way.  My heart swelled with appreciation and then immediately constricted in fear.  What the Hell was I doing?  The four show spree lulled me into this false comfort there would be more time, more music, even more selfies the next time.  My usual concert game includes trying to buy the band drinks, showering them with my appreciation, and snapping a million pictures together to commemorate the night in my work cubicle shrine.  Now, here I was on the final day with no viable selfies and one last chance.  I’d left all my hopes for concert success on one final night.  And that’s a lot of fucking pressure.

I won’t even go into the fact San Francisco hates my hair.  Its foggy haze wreaks havoc on whatever look I decide to sport.  Match this with four days of hard living, no sleeping, and we can pretty much guarantee photo nightmares.  With dried sweat hair pulled up in a pony tail and caked mascara streaking under my eyes, I set the cruise control on 80ish mph and headed up I-5.

My road trip companion (my phone) kept me company throughout the hours.  I chatted with Bestie, caught up with Tragic Spinster, and scrolled through snaps/tweets/statuses.  I even caught Coast Modern’s snaps where they were making the same long drive.  I shouldn’t have been surprised after I picked up a bag of Takis for lunch that I came up on their van.  For fear they might after catch a glimpse of my horrible state, I flew by at about 90 mph.  Better safe than sorry.  (Safe clearly being drive like a bat out of Hell while you take pictures of the scenery.)

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I rolled into San Francisco traffic around 4:00.  It’s always a crap shoot when you book a hotel in a city you’re not that familiar.  And with San Francisco you can pay $400 for a shithole.  Luckily, the hotel wasn’t bad.  They did make me sign several waivers about their contracted valet service so I pretty much kissed my car good-bye when they took it.

I had slight hopes I might sleep for an hour before starting the ritual, but it was a lost cause.  I found the ice machine down the hall, mixed up my last lemon drops, and started the ritual.

The San Francisco crowd was a tough one for me.  You’d think it would be easier since I met up with a lovely couple I’d met through Airborne on Twitter.  We’d been tweeting for months about the Coast Modern show and I was excited to finally meet in person.  We introduced ourselves, they saved my spot as I bought a cocktail, and even helped talk up Coast Modern to our neighbors.  It was the rest I struggled with.  All the other shows, I had no problem stirring up a group atmosphere.  People wanted to mingle.  San Fran did not have the same vibe.

I did meet a couple girls on the front barrier who were excited to hear me talk about Coast Modern.  The adorable brunette was celebrating her birthday.  I asked her to promise me she would give them a chance.  She even pinkie promised.

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When the show started, I actually heard the girls around me swoon.  No, I’m not exaggerating.  And it was really nothing new from my four days following the gentlemen.  I can’t tell you how many girls came back to tell me how beautiful they are.  My new pinkie swearing friend was one of the most effected.  When Coast Modern asked everyone to close their eyes and imagine being somewhere else for The Way It Was, she took the instructions to heart, as did all the other women around.  (Her friend, not so much.)

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That’s a pretty stellar photobomb, too!

Another amazing show.  Gazillion more pictures.  They’re just so fabulous.

After Coast Modern ended, I talked one of the stage crew into snagging the last set list for my trip collection.  Not nearly feeling enough of my vodka soda, I bailed from the front and hung in the dark shadows.  I encouraged Lovely Couple to stay upfront for Temper Trap and I would catch them after the show.

Exhausted, and a bit sad my trip was coming to an end, I headed to a side room for a cocktail and nachos.  With everyone else enjoying Temper Trap, I had the room pretty much to myself and the two bartenders.  And then the most amazing conversation happened as I watched Bartender #2 make my drink.

  • Bartender #1: Hey you want this?  (She holds up some sticker.)
  • Bartender #2:  What’s that?
  • Bartender #1:  An all access pass.  I’m not going to use it.
  • Bartender #2:  Nah, I don’t care about it.  Hey Susan, you want it?
  • Me: Fuck yeah, I do.
  • Bartender #2 : Don’t leave before your nachos are out.
  • Me:  Do you think I’m crazy?

My impulsiveness to snag this sticker didn’t give me much time to think it through.  But as I sat at my table waiting for my first meal of the day, I started to freak myself out.  What the Hell was I supposed to do with an All Access pass?  So I took to Snap Chat for a consensus or maybe some reassurance.

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I wish I captured the overwhelming response that I was an absolute dumb ass if I didn’t use the pass.  Here’s the thing no one thinks about…I wasn’t invited by anyone who would be found backstage.  So, here I am intruding in someone else’s private space.  And clearly, I hadn’t been drinking enough.  If I were drunk or with a group of friends, it’s a no-brainer.  However, I had a Snap Chat brigade waiting for my update.

I enjoyed those delicious nachos, gave myself a pep talk to be brave, and headed to the stage.  There was a large security man sitting in front of a door, which meant that one had to be important, right?  I stopped a passing cocktail waitress and asked her how you get backstage.  (Can you feel how cool I am already?  OMG…I should’ve known at this moment things were not going to get better.)  She asked the security guy who stood less than two feet from us and he shook his head yes.  “Can this sticker get me back there?” He told me I had to wear it before he opened the door and I promptly forgot how to take the paper off a sticker.

I thought when the door closed behind me and I was on the other side, somehow life would change.  I mean, this was like a dream sequence, right?  Uh, nope.  There was a small staircase to get to the same level as the stage and and then another small one leading to a hall with a bunch more rooms I wasn’t invited into.

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Yep, this is me living the dream taking a picture of a hallway and closed doors.

To calm my nerves, I told myself this was all great research.  I snuggled up at the side door and watched Temper Trap from an angle I’d never seen a show.

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It was interesting, but nothing like being in the front, in the body crushing mix.  The energy from where I stood was one of an observer versus a participant.  It wasn’t nearly the rush I thought would come from wearing the elusive backstage pass.  And then it got worse.  People showed up.

For my first few minutes, I was alone in my awkward.  All of a sudden, Coast Modern was there and my uncomfortableness rocketed off the charts.  Everyone in their group looked a little confused as to what the Hell I was doing there, but no one said anything.  I pressed my shoulder even harder into the wall hoping I could disappear.  Why not leave, you ask?  Well, the area is small and they’re standing opposite to me with the staircase out behind them.  I felt like if I pushed everyone down to run out, I might draw even more attention.  Instead, I stood there, without a word spoken, and pretended like I belonged.

And for a brief few moments, I thought “this isn’t so bad after all.”  (This is what writers call foreshadowing.)  Temper Trap played their last song, the crowd roared, and they started to walk off stage.  In my direction.  With absolutely no place for me to hide. Exit still blocked. Holy shit!  And then there were about 14 people crammed in the smallest space.  Everyone chatted comfortably after touring together for weeks, except for this one stranger off to the side.  More confused looks.  No words directed towards me.  And me dying for the first person to point their finger and ask the obvious, “Who the fuck is she?”

Even though I was internally dying from embarrassment, the crowd chanting for the encore was the best thing ever.  Having been in so many audiences begging for your beloved band to return, seeing it from another angle was a unique experience.  And one I won’t share.  Because everyone needs to have their own.

When Temper Trap went back on stage, and there was a small break in the barrier between the door and me, I got the Hell out of there.  I used my pass to stand off to the side of the stage by myself behind the barrier, which was a lot more comfortable.  The final Sweet Surrender played and the tour was officially over.

The crowd funneled out into the merch area.  I looked for Lovely Couple, but they sent me the saddest thing. They had to leave early to catch public transportation.  Concert buddy fail. I did run into someone I saw at the Coast Modern show from June.  She remembered me and posed for a picture. Then the girls from the front found me.  They wanted a guide to the Coast Modern merchandise booth and I did what I love best.  I took new Coast Modern fan Birthday Girl to the present she wanted most.

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She was so excited. Can you tell?

The night got closer to ending with the crowd thinning out.  My adventure slipping away to only being a memory.  One where I didn’t yet have a picture to add to my work cubicle collection.  This is where my pass really paid off.  While I’m usually one of the last in the building, it usually ends with security ushering me out the door.  (Yes, that’s true.)  That little orange sticker gave me some defense and I was able to make it last a little longer.  I got to work making sure I had Luke personality selfies, snap cuteness, and my final set list signed.

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My only direction to Luke was “be your cute self” and he was.

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You know, they’re champs. I ask them to sign many and they make it different every time.

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I think Luke calls this pose “the flower.”

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This will pretty much be my Christmas card for the next five years even though my hair is wrecked.  Damn you, San Francisco.

The night ended.  I stumbled out. Uber took me back to my hotel.  The adventure was over.  I crashed across my bed and got a solid five hours sleep before having to get up to head home.  The seven hour trek back to reality was long and somber, dreading the Post Concert Depression I knew would arrive in a couple days.  It gave me time to replay through all the amazing moments I’d experienced along the way.  Things I couldn’t have imagined months ago when I bought the tickets.

Coast Modern delivered every night with a unique experience.  They were entertaining, charming, and created a party each time they performed.  The crowds reacted differently in each city but shared the same enthusiasm.  After the shows Coast Modern continued to impress with their generosity.  They give time and appreciation to fans, which will always leave me 100% loyal.  If this blog series hasn’t yet convinced you to give them a chance, then I leave you with my last final evidence of their extreme awesomeness.  My favorite snap of all time. (And is my ring tone. Kidding, not kidding.)  All these reasons are why Coast Modern will forever be one of my favorites.

 

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#CoMoTripn: Los Angeles

Breaking through from the Orange County line into LA county means stopping in my old hood.  While I lived in Belmont Shore for eight years, my favorite spot was Seal Beach.  It’s quaint small town feel, beautiful view from the pier, and excellent sushi restaurant made it a must visit in my travels.

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I could’ve sat there all day. A major thing I miss about California.

With the sun finally out, I enjoyed soaking in the warmth and smelling the sea salt air while I walked up and down wood pier planks.  Everything looking so familiar and foreign at the same time.  I Snap Chatted the calming waves to my Oregon friends, who  were suffering through another fall storm, before heading to my favorite restaurant to have lunch by myself.

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Table for 1

There wasn’t much time to visit some of my other favorite places, such as the fine paper store or the small local shop on Second Street that sells the best gardenia scented candles, due to the looming traffic I knew would be waiting for me in Los Angeles.  By early afternoon I was back on the road heading to Santa Monica to meet up with another old friend.

When I visit LA, I have a pretty sweet deal.  My friend-since-birth happens to have a kickin’ guest house he lets me crash in.  I pulled up by 2:00pm and unloaded all my gear again.  A little shaky from heavy drinking and light sleeping, we caught up on old stories, high school peer updates and such.  He gave me the low down on what I might expect for traffic and how early I would need to leave.  He even dared mention walking a mile to take a train.  WTF?  Uh, no.  Uber it was.  To make up for the hour it was going to take to get to the venue, ritual had to start early and move a bit faster to leave some time to enjoy a cocktail with my friend in his oasis backyard.

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Drinking lemon drops out of a pint glass.  I’m that classy.

Uber picked me up around 5:30pm and we headed into the belly of the traffic beast.  The driver and I talked for a while until I realized I was going to have to keep up conversation for at least an hour.  That’s when I turned to my phone and started with the selfies  I think I might have asked him if that’s what everyone does in the back seat.  He reminded me I probably didn’t want to know what some people did in his backseat.  (Ewww, I’m sitting there.)

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And yes, I matched my hair to my outfit.  (Not really, but people ask that all the time.)

By the time I rolled up to the venue, there was already a line snaked along the building.  Once again, I was alone.  Not even Mother/Daughter would be there for reassurance.  I stopped at the bar first thing for my double vodka soda and about died when I paid $25.00 (without tip yet) for it.  People already lined the barrier by the time I got there.  The nice thing about being alone is I just asked for them to let me in to watch Coast Modern and they did.

After meeting a lovely couple who drank this awful blue thing, our crowd continued to grow steadily.  None had heard of Coast Modern, but were happy to follow them on socials and pose for my pictures.  Finally, there was one person who came for Coast Modern.  Our section cheered like I had found my long lost CoMo fan soulmate and we found out he was a friend of Coleman’s.  Our crowd drank, joked, and had a helluva good time like we had known each other for some time.

And you know what comes next, don’t you?  The show, of course.

I danced around in the thick crowd and pretty much sealed my hair fate.  Then there was the awkward moment when the nice woman from the blue drink couple slumped over the railing.  I offered to take her to the bathroom for her boyfriend, but he declined and left her over the barrier.  This was followed up by a guy telling me I was a “before and after” picture because I looked such a mess by the end.  Uh, thanks?  And my lovely barrier neighbors secured a set list for me to make it three in my collection.  So sweet!

As promised, after Coast Modern finished, I removed myself from the front.  In the back, I ran into Twitter Guy from the night before, chatted for a while with his friend, and watched people buy merchandise.

After the show, I funneled out with the rest of the crowd and waited for Uber to take me back to my friend’s house.  Sitting across the street, I spotted a taco truck the instant my ride pulled up and it reminded me I hadn’t eaten anything since my sushi lunch twelve hours before.  If you know anything about being highly intoxicated, this is the moment where you decide if you don’t get something to eat you will die.

It was at Wilshire Boulevard when I saw an open bar and demanded my Uber driver drop me off.  He tried to protest and explained he’s supposed to take me to the programmed destination.  I relieved him of all worry and had him drop me off on the corner.  There was instant sadness when the bar told me their kitchen closed fifteen minutes before I got there.  He did point me four blocks down to a twenty-four hour Jack in the Box.

As I stumbled down the street towards the red and white beacon, I started to question my life choices that led me to wander aimlessly on LA streets at 12:30am by myself and having no idea where to find my friend’s house. Snuggled inside, I ate curly fries and egg rolls (please remember I’m very intoxicated at this point, don’t judge) and watched a homeless man sing along with this radio.  The cashier chatted with him like they were old friends and I realized I was the intruder to their nightly routine. I uploaded some Coast Modern pics to social media and messaged my sleeping friends in Oregon about what a great time the LA show was before deciding I should  head towards the residential section about a half mile away to try to find my bed.  After a couple wrong turns, and trying to find familiar looking streets, I finally came to my friend’s residence.

He’d given me a key to my cottage in the back and I couldn’t wait to try to catch some much needed sleep.  When I came up to the half wall fence surrounding his property, I realized the gate was locked.  I went into a straight up panic imagining sleeping in his front walkway.  After pacing the length of his property, I committed to hiking up my dress, angling my heeled boots, and scaling the wall.  Yep, I did.  It was only when I had two feet planted firmly on the other side in their beautiful garden did I even consider the fact my key could possibly open the gate.  (Yep, it did.)  Lucky for me that learned lesson came before I faced the full size fence to the backyard.

By the time I crawled into bed I’m pretty sure it was around 2:00am but time is lost on nights like this.  The vodka and sleep deprivation make it difficult to tell which side of the day is up and how many hours have actually passed.  I was back up at 5:00am after three hard slept hours.  I dreaded the seven hour drive to San Francisco with only nine hours sleep over the previous four days.  A Zip Fizz shooter powered me up until I could track down a Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf store on the road.  I repacked my suitcase, left my friend’s key, and started the long road to Northern California.

Next up: The Conclusion – San Francisco

 

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#CoMoTripn: Santa Ana

It poured rain from San Diego to Cypress and I wondered if I left Oregon at all.  Where was all the sunshine and warmth I remembered from living in Long Beach for eight years?  Sticking to my road trip plan of driving fast to make record times, I ended up at my friend’s home by lunch.  This may have had something to do with the fact she promised to join me at my favorite old Mexican restaurant haunt from fifteen years ago.  (OMG, it was as good as I remembered.)

We did a little shopping, got caught up on recent life events, and headed back to her house for a little more quiet time visiting before my pre-concert ritual.  While I planned to Uber to the event, she agreed to drop me off before her plans even though it would have to be a little early.  A huge score.  With no planned familiar faces at this venue, the ritual brought the needed couple of cocktails before heading to the show.  It was a little surprising to find Disneyland turn-style gating in front of the doors.

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What were they expecting here?

The wait can be painful when alone.  Sometimes I start a conversation with the people next to me, but my neighbors were a “no-go” in this line.  I did see the cute mom/daughter couple at the very front dancing while Coast Modern sound-checked inside.  They waved hellos and kept company with the others who lined up hours before.

The inside of the venue was quite surprising.  Three step down layers led to the stage.  Once again, another gated barrier kept us concert-goers a few feet from the stage’s edge.  This is different from Portland’s smaller venues.  They let you right up close and photographers have to elbow it up with the rest of us.

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I shimmied into a second row position right behind Mother/Daughter.  They were front and center chatting away with the people they met in line.  They saved my place as I procured a vodka soda.  After the second double, I slid right into meeting everyone around.  My favorite was a delightful pair that I found out was a mother and son. (I spent a good five minutes telling the mother it was impossible because she looked so young.)  When I went to take their picture, an amazing thing happened.  A friend I met two years ago in line for The Airborne Toxic Event photobombed the picture.

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Literally the exact moment I found out my friend was able to make it!  And proof this woman did not look old enough to be that guy’s mom.

Needless to say, I flipped the fuck out.  We’d been talking for months since last reuniting at a Dreamers concert in April.  I’d been begging her to join me because she and her husband are such great fans.  They travel great lengths, appreciate the music, and even send care packages while the band tours.  (Who wouldn’t want them as fans?)  I knew they would love Coast Modern just as much as the other bands we share in common.  With them joining, the party really went into full swing.

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Yep, I chat up every person.

It wasn’t long before Coast Modern took the stage and I started my picture-palooza.

The craziest part was this guy next to me who insisted on texting the entire time.  Of course I had to know what was so fucking important you would text during a concert.  It wasn’t a problem to find out because he had his text font size at a giant 144pt or something so I read his screen as he talked about the show.  He was so lost in it, he didn’t even notice when I took our picture.

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Best text line is when he’s trying to describe what Coleman Trapp looks like.  Who texts this?  Take a picture!

After the show, my friends headed back to the merch table, as good fans do, and started to buy gear to support.  On my way back to the bar, the funniest thing happened.  A gentleman stopped me.

Him: “Are you Susan?”

Me: “Yeeahhh??”  (Waiting for it to register that I know him from somewhere even though I’m 800 miles from home.)

Him: “I know you from Twitter.”

Me: “Ooohhh?”

Him:  “I don’t mean for that to sound creepy.”

Funny thing, I then knew who it was.  We chatted for a bit, I tried to buy him a drink, and he introduced me to others he came with.  Once again I was reminded how incredible Twitter can be.  You meet the most amazing people.  And some people think social media is the devil. What do they know?

I took some random shots before my friends and I decided to skip Temper Trap and head to a bar to catch up.

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Scored my 2nd set list on the trip!

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My friend V looking adorable with Luke.

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Selfie with Coleman since Twitter friends were horrified I didn’t take any on night #1.

My darling couple friends drove us to a small, dark bar and we drank the night away madly. The thing about these friends are they are hella fun and don’t even flinch about keeping up with me.  We talked bands, sent snaps, and played in a giant photo booth. This might have been when the night went a little hazy.

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V and S are so good to me!

After hours catching up, they said they would take me back to my friend’s house.  When we walked in the parking lot, I confidently headed to their car and tried to get in the backseat.  Spoiler alert:  It wasn’t their car.  Worst part was the owners of the car were standing next to it and didn’t make a sound as I tried to get in.  Awkward!

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I guess they were chill with me breaking into their car.

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Lucky for me, S and V wrangled me back up and got me back to my place safe and sound.

I stumbled into my friend’s house sometime around 2 am, I think.  She was waiting up for me like the night owl she is.  I confirmed it was another amazing show and pulled myself up the stairs to try to get some sleep before traveling to Los Angeles the next day.

I think I clocked in another three hours of sleep before I was up and packing my bag for another round.  The eyes were a bit redder, I moved a tad slower, and I slammed two Zip Fizzes before leaving the driveway.  Only forty miles to the next show city, so many things to see on the way there, and I might have started to worry a bit if I could make it another three days.

Next up: Los Angeles.

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#CoMoTripn: San Diego

For quite some time it’s been my dream vacation to follow a band around for a multi-show run.  There’s something fascinating in experiencing the same show night after night to appreciate the nuances between them.  How do the performers change bouncing from city to city?  Do the different crowds offer different vibes to what seems like a repeat performance?  How does my participation vary after seeing the same show a few times consecutively?

In October, I followed Coast Modern up California’s Interstate 5 for four shows starting in San Diego and ending in San Francisco.  My original plan was to document the trip as it happened.  What better way to get the touring feel than to bust out blogs in between shows.  Uh…here we are over a month later and I’m finally getting my shit together.  What happened you ask?  I got a taste of that touring life and it pretty much kicked my ass.  Between driving, getting settled into the new city, visiting with friends, completing the pre-concert ritual, and drinking heavily, there was little time left after enjoying the show.  Not a bad deal, right?  And after returning home, keying down, suffering through my post concert depression, and regular life duties, I’m finally ready to write about each city and my #CoMoTripn experience. (Yep, you can check out the hashtag on Twitter to see the details when I remembered to add the hashtag.)

San Diego took fourteen hours of drive time from my small Oregon town.  Don’t worry, I stopped overnight at my parents’ home in Bakersfield and had to explain twenty times why I was traveling 1800 miles for a band.  I also caught lunch with my sister in Orange County on my second day’s travel and tortured my teenage nephew with Snap Chat selfies. By the time I pulled into San Diego, I was exhausted and only had a couple hours before starting my concert ritual.  No time for sight-seeing, beach-walking, or sun-soaking.  Instead, I started my cocktail a little earlier than usual and enjoyed the calm.

Lucky for me, a lovely lady name Nerdeebirdee (who I met after battling it out on Dreamers TunesSpeak contest) agreed to meet up with me to catch her first Coast Modern show.  She picked me up, I gave her some cookies, and we headed over to the venue with a packed bakery box for Coast Modern.  As I’ve explained before, treat box delivery is not for the faint of heart.  You get to hold the ten pound box while you try to flag someone down or talk a security guard into taking it inside.  While in line, I had a minor meltdown when my electronic ticket didn’t work.  Panic took over as we were only a few minutes from doors opening.  Nerdeebirdee agreed to hold the box while I went to the box office to figure out what the hell?  (Can you feel the panic in my voice?  Lucky for me no one I know witnessed my increased hysteria and sliding my phone under the bulletproof glass to the chick to prove my ticket didn’t work.)  After a few frazzled moments, I had a ticket in hand.  When I got back in line the box was gone and we were ready for our security pat down.  Who knew San Diego was such a rough place?  I didn’t even know venues still did this.  And this rub was not shy.  Good thing they checked under my bra because who knows what I could’ve been carrying in it.  Spoiler alert: they’re boobs.  After getting all up in there, confiscating Nerdeebirdee’s Polaroid camera, we were finally able to head to the front for our barrier spot.

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Another picture where I have serious scary smile face and isn’t she so cute?

While I’d made great promises about not drinking at the San Diego show, it didn’t hold up.  Although this was the least intoxicated I’ve ever seen a show, I did need a little courage juice to meet so many new people.  I was fortunate to meet some Twitter friends.  The lovely mother/daughter team, 1975mom and Darby Days, were front row with sunflowers in hand for Coast Modern.

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Aren’t they so adorable?  I cropped my giant head out of this picture because it was ruining it.

I also chatted up everyone around me and helped encourage some new fans.  Here are some of the lovelies who agreed to follow the #CoMo gents on social media.

Don’t even think I would consider skipping over my gazillion show pictures.  It’s such a great time watching Coast Modern perform.  They even threw in a twist during Hollow Life where Luke and the bassist switch sides and instruments to finish the song.  When I can get a clear shot in between their constant movement, they’re stunning.  So expressive and engaged in the moment.  Complete fun to watch.  Don’t believe me?  Check it out:

After Coast Modern’s performance, I gave up my barrier spot for the die hard Temper Trap fans.  It’s a crime to have such a position if you don’t know every song.  The front should be shared with the people who adore the band the most.  So I bow out and head back to the merchandise table.  Once again, Coast Modern was gracious with their time between the sets.  They chatted with people, signed set lists, and posed for photos.  I checked back in with the ladies I met before the show.  Each told me how much they like the performance and meeting the band afterwards.  New fans committed.

After Temper Trap wrapped up, the venue had a weird line up thing to get to the merch table.  It snaked to the back wall with Temper Trap fans.  My lovely date Nerdeebirdee stuck around to get some pictures, pick up the merchandise I bought earlier in the night, and retrieve her camera.  Special shout out to Nerdeebirdee for being such a champ with my crazy all night!

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My first Polaroid picture and I even made her autograph it for me.

By 12:30am, I was back in my hotel and prepping for the next day’s travel.  It took me a good two hours to calm down before falling asleep.  As usual when I go to shows, the sleep was brief.  I was back up by at 5:30am to return messages confirming for everyone the first show was as spectacular as I knew it would be.

Next Up: Santa Ana.

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