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KaraDawlish
Seventeen. Poughkeepsie New York. I'm in love with Harry Potter. I like swimming in strange bodies of water, and to travel and explore. I have a lot of feelings and a habit of writing them down. Sometimes I go to concerts. Facebook. Twitter. Youtube. Archive. Jams. Friends. Me.
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~ Saturday, December 1 ~
~ Friday, October 12 ~
I occassionally get weirded out when other people get weirded out when I use the term skanking. I forget that not everyone knows what that means …but the real question is why don’t they know what it means?
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~ Monday, July 2 ~
HOW FUCKING PERFECT IS REEL BIG FISH?!
WHY DOES ANYBODY LISTEN TO ANYTHING THAT’S NOT THEM?
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Reel Big Fish - Ban the Tube Top
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~ Friday, June 29 ~
i don’t know about any of you..but when Reel Big Fish comes out and starts their OLE OLE OLE chant, you can’t help but get excited and start getting wild.
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Ska Rule #28
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Big D and the Kids Table
Encourage skanking. Control moshing.
Last night, I was at a Reel Big Fish show and Big D was there. Me and my friends were enjoying the concert but hating the crowd. There were too many moshers in the skank pit. Specifically, the few who knew what skanking was were overpowered by shirtless fat kids shoving themselves into the swarm of people in the pit. The singer from Big D even mentioned how it was the most violent ska punk crowd he’d ever seen. I was glad he acknowledged it, until he started the first 3 seconds of his next song, which sounded like hardcore…
I hated that. I couldn’t physically stay in the pit, got pushed back out everytime. The crowd was great otherwise, just miserable during Big D.
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~ Saturday, March 31 ~
I’m finding it frustrating more than anything lately that I hardly take a liking to the singers in ska bands. I dig the music, until it’s time for words. I want more to listen to, but I can’t find any vocals that are pleasing to my ears…
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~ Friday, March 30 ~
Something I’m hella grateful I ever got the opportunity to do;
attend a ska show with my boyfriend. Nothing can ever surpass that memory. I’m bouncing through the halls at school drowning everything out with the sound of Streetlight and remembering being shoved up against the barrier, jumping around, shirtless wet and sweaty guys on all sides dancing and going insane, but every once in a while his hand would find mine and he’d wrap himself up around me from behind going crazy to the music. One of those nights where the party’s so tight you don’t even need an after party. Just hopped in the shower, and curled up and passed out together when we got home.
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~ Friday, January 6 ~
