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5 May

Hello followers!

Complimentary Breakfast has been fun for the past 3 years. But, I feel like the blog went from recipes to concert reviews, and let’s face it, that’s my true passion to blog about. So, I packed up and moved my old entries and have been updating at my new home: Concerts & Coffee.

Like the Concerts & Coffee page on Facebook as well to keep up with the crazy touring shenanigans!

So, come on over and check out the new digs. I’m not deleting this blog, so you can still look up any old entries if you please. If I ever stop working two jobs and start baking again, I’ll resurrect this from the dead. I’ll miss you, Complimentary Breakfast.

– Joslyn


That time I got pulled onstage and danced with Parachute.

9 Dec
So we all know I have a crush on Parachute. I adore those kids, and have loved watching them grow as a band over the years.It had been almost a year and a half since the last time I had seen them (!!!), and I was in a desperate need to get a fix. I made sure to buy a ticket to their San Francisco show the day it went on sale. And then I (im)patiently waited until show day.

My friend Kelly was going to the show as well, and she is halfway along the drive to SF, so we decided to carpool it into the city together. We also both decided to also purchased the “VIP” upgrade, which allowed early entry, a performance of an acoustic song by the band, and a meet and greet.

When the band walked out, Nate saw me almost instantly and came over and grabbed my hand as they walked by. Which was basically like grabbing an icicle, because it was freezing outside that day. Sorry, Nate.

They performed “Overnight” acoustic, and then we were allowed to say hi and take pictures with the band.

When I walked up to them, I jokingly said, “You don’t know me…” as I was greeted with “JOSLYN!!!” all around. Will said, “I dunno. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen you…” and I apologized. “I do like your shirt though. Is that a pug?” “No. It’s a french bulldog.” “Please tell me you have one.” “No…my friend does though. I have a cat though?” “Well, I guess a pet counts…” (What?)Nate and I always blab about books every tour so at this point he totally interrupts and practically yells, “Have you read Gone Girl?!” to which I reply. “YES.” “I knew if anyone had read it, you would. I’m halfway through” “Shit’s about to get crazy!” We are nerds.154476_10151842698428518_369272444_n
The meet and greet was upstairs, and afterward every one had talked to the band, they let us free downstairs to grab a spot up front before the doors opened to the general public. Kelly and I stood stage left, and we were really, super close to Nate once the boys came out. Oh hi, guitar in face.
Before Parachute, there were first two openers. Honestly, I couldn’t tell you the name of the first opening band because I couldn’t hear a word that they were singing, and they looked to be about 12 years old, and I don’t think I payed much attention…
Matt Hires played next, and I have seen him many times in the past opening for miscellaneous bands. I forgot how much I love him.
Next came Parachute, and probably one of the best performances I’ve seen them play. I can’t express how much I have enjoyed watching them over the years. They just get better and better. About halfway through the set, Matt Hires came out to cover Bruce Springsteen’s “Dancing in the Dark” with the boys. AND THEN I GOT PULLED ONSTAGE. One moment, I was dancing along, minding my own business, and the next thing I know Will came right over and pointed directly at me, and then did the “come here” finger gesture.
I gave him a, “uh, what?” look, and he did the gesture again. I had no clue what was happening, and some girls behind me started pushing me onstage, so I grabbed Will’s extended hand and then…we 80’s danced.
I was cracking up the entire time I was onstage. There was one point I looked behind me because I felt Nate close by, and he was laughing as well.
Will never let go of my hand the entire time. I actually let go of his first. Then I jumped off the stage and for the next three songs, kept saying to myself, what the heck just happened?!The guys rocked the rest of the set, and then Kelly and I headed out since I was working a dreaded 12 hour double the following day. Which I felt like death. Which was all worth it. Cause, you know, I got to be Courtney Cox for the night.

Welcome to Music City, Nashville TN.

27 Dec

A knew a few friends who went to Matt’s Chicago show. While having dinner, they “checked in” on Facebook, and I commented that I knew almost everyone together.

One friend commented back, “We just talked about you! We’re all going to the Nashville show, come!”

I jokingly looked at flights. Yeah, jokingly. Why were flights extremely cheap? Why did Nashville sound amazing? Why was I PURCHASING a flight?

So, a few weeks later, I was on a plane. To Tennessee. Three days after driving home from Arizona, and the day after Parachute in San Francisco. What the.

At least I got to fly out of the new SFO terminal. I may have had Pinkberry for breakfast, because at 7am it was the only thing that sounded appealing to me, and which didn’t cost an arm and a leg. Just an arm. Paired with a bottle of water I still forked out $9. Lame. But hello, pumpkin fro-yo.

I arrived in Nashville on a Friday night, and took a taxi to the hotel. My friend Amanda, and her friend Mark arrived a few hours later after driving in from Illinois and Michigan. I had spent my first few hours in Nashville alone. I may have caused a commotion in a Waffle House (ew) eating dinner solo, just because I was “pretty” and some crazy dude thought the waitress was paying more attention to me for it. Ummm…

Saturday morning we woke up and enjoyed free breakfast. Yes, this marked the third weekend in a row at a Holiday Inn Express. Yeah, buddy. Amanda’s friend who lives in Nashville joined us, and we had fun conversations.

Some really fun gals, Beth and Samantha, met up with us at our hotel after breakfast. We hung out for a bit, and then started to get ready for our day.

We headed over to the venue and met up with even more awesome people. Amber and Becky, what up! Some ladies I had met a few years prior at a Lifehouse & Matt show in Texas were there, too. It quickly became a large, fun group. We’ve dubbed everyone the “Nashville Crew”. They are honestly some of the best Matt fans out there, and I’m glad we all met! The funny thing about this entire group: none of us even LIVE in Tennessee! Talk about a dedicated group of Matt fans, huh? Or crazy. Hmmmm. I obviously came the furthest, so I still win the title of Queen Crazy Pants.

We got in line a few hours before doors, (which is so not like me) so we had awhile to wait around. Having a few hours to kill, we ended up with multiple inside jokes of totally random things that happened. Sushi dance! Meat Popsicle! Organic cleaning supplies! Don’t go around the corner alone! We ordered the pizza…no really, we did! You probably had to be there for any of those to be funny… OH, and John f’n Oates walked by us multiple times! Only in Nashville…

Eventually the doors opened, and we claimed our well deserved front row spots.

The show was amazing, as always.

Being the last show on this leg of the All Night Noise tour, both bands played well. Every show always felt like it was the first. I can’t believe how long you wait for tour to begin, and then how much more quickly its over! Waaah. The venue was PACKED (sold out, that’s my boy!) but Matt is really good at  drawing you in to feel like he’s performing for you alone.

I had made a sign that said “hit me!” with an arrow after my face was abused by his pick throwing in Phoenix, that I thought was totally hilarious, but then I didn’t feel like being a jerk so it never quite left my bag. I think Matt felt guilty enough, so it’s cool. I think I gave him enough shit in Arizona 😉

Once the show was over (sad), I went to say what I thought would be goodbye to Scars on 45. Aimee was asking me where I was flying into the next day to go home and I told her SFO. I knew they had a show in San Francisco on Monday, so I asked when they were flying out. They told me they were flying the next morning, and I joked around that I’d probably see them in the airport.  Danny jumped in,

“What are you flying?”
“US TOO! What time?”
“Layover in Denver?”
“Um…I guess we’re on the same flight. I’ll see you guys in the morning, then.”

Hahahaha. Only me. Only me…

Afterwards the Nashville Crew all hung for a bit in the parking lot, then we headed back to the hotel. I didn’t see a whole lot of Nashville, but that just means I need to get back out there ASAP for a proper visit!

Sunday morning I woke up to what felt like 4am. (Oh wait, it was daylight savings time, my body never adjusted to CST, and I still had West Coast brain…) and stumbled into the lobby for breakfast and as many ounces of coffee I could chug without burning my mouth. I groggily made my way back to the hotel room to wake up Amanda and Mark, who graciously took me to the airport so I wouldn’t have to pay $20 for a cab.

Inside the airport, I dodged Matt crew members because it was far too early to be seen, plus I don’t look all that cute at eight AM, plus I just needed a nap and was probably had my grouchy face on. Eventually saw the Scars kids. Glad to see I wasn’t the only one sans-makeup and “cozy pants.” Thanks, Aimee. Girl after my own heart.

I sat next to an older couple on the plane who sweetly held hands the entire flight. I’m pretty sure I want that to happen in my life. I wanted to squeeze them, they were so cute. They even recognized my text notification ring on my cell as Harry Potter. Squeeze!

During the layover, we didn’t have to deplane, and Danny came to talk to me for a moment as he walked the aisle. His accent is so adorable and I just wanted him to sit and talk to me forever. Oh, Brits. I love you.

Once in SF, I called Megan to come pick me up, and I went over to say goodbye to the band. I got multiple hugs and cheek kisses, and I’m sure I just had a goofy grin on my face when I was picked up.

A quick trip to Starbucks, then a two hour drive home, and I promptly threw myself into my bed and cuddled with my cat. The not knowing of when I’d see Matt or any of my crew next was sad, but I was sure glad to be home after 5 straight weekends of weddings and concerts!

Oh life. I wouldn’t change you for a thing.

Hit me with your best shot, Phoenix.

24 Dec

The morning after San Diego I was supposed to go home. I woke up, and decided, “It’s Halloween. I have the next 2 days off. I don’t want to go home.” So…I drove to Phoenix for Matt’s show. I KNOW. I’m crazy. You don’t have to tell me!

The night before, in San Diego, I had met Leah. I may or may not have persuaded her to bring a friend and to come to the show, also. I have that affect on people. I’m easily everyone’s bad influence. Or best idea influencer. I’ll take either title. Winner.

San Diego to Phoenix is a little less than 5 hours. It was extremely hot, and I was extremely exhausted. Why didn’t I just go home? Insanity.

I eventually made it to Arizona, and it was over 90 degrees! In October! Friggin’ desert…

Luckily I had an extra dress packed, so I was able to keep cool. I met up with Leah and Alicia, and later Monica met up with us. Monica lives in Phoenix and was letting me crash her couch that night. It’s good having friends everywhere.

Sadly, it being Halloween and all, no one in either band dressed up. Well, Matt came out with a Elmo head on which lasted for half a song. It stayed on the stage for the remainder of his set and freaked me out by staring at me. I don’t do clowns or fuzzy things. Nope.

Now, onto what may be the most hilarious thing that has ever happened at a Matt Nathanson show…or painful?

After Matt rocked “Faster” he threw his guitar pick into the crowd. Into the crowd it flew…and hit me in the EYE. I was oblivious of flying pick headed towards my face, otherwise I would have ducked, or held my hands up for protection, or something to divert the sting of plastic!

When the band left the stage for the encore, it took them a really long time to come back out. Once they finally did, Matt almost slinked across the stage, with his back towards the crowd. He then turned around slowly and looked at me. He had this shocked looked on his face and then slowly pointed to his eye. Oh, he knew. I just nodded while giving him the stink eye.

After the show was over, Matt was doing his little m&g deal, so we stayed around to say hi. Or in my case, give him shit for nearly blinding me. 😉

While waiting in the forever long line, I finally met James. James plays keyboard for Matt. Obviously, I’ve been to a ton of shows since he started playing with Matt earlier in the year, so he knew who I was even though we’ve never talked. I had friends who even asked him at other shows if he knew me. Wow, that’s not embarrassing or anything. Ha. We’ve exchanged smiles and such from across the stage, but I guess our paths hadn’t crossed since that night. We chatted for a good while the line shortened. He’s a good kid. Hi, James! 🙂

When it was finally our turn to say hello to Matt, I let my girls go before me. Matt kept glancing at me while talking. I think he was scared. Hahaha.

When it was my turn to say hi, I just stood there with my arms crossed, giving him A LOOK.

“Come here, come here, come here, come here, come here” Matt says, arms opened.

I’m pretty sure he just walked up to me and embraced me, because I just stood there and didn’t budge. I was totally joking around, but as soon as his arms were around me, he just started blabbing. I was saying, “Matthew. After all I do for you; all the years I put in; all the miles I drive. You just go and throw shit at my face.”

While Matt’s going, “Oh my God. I didn’t even know I hit you. When we went back for the encore Shiben told me I missed hitting you in the face. Oh my god. I could have aimed at your face two hunded times and missed. I feel so bad!”

This is the most hilarious story ever. He hit me in the face and MISSED it? His band members had to tell him? No wonder he slinked back onstage!

“Did you get the pick at least?” he asked. Another funny story, we couldn’t find the pick after it hit me. (Leah found it in her purse a few days later. I guess it bounced off my face and into her bag.)

“NO. I think it disintegrated.”

“It’s just IN your fucking eye.”

“I’ll cry it out later, or something.”

Matt digs in his pocket and pulls out a pick.
“Here. I have a pick. I’ll hand it to you gently.”

Hahahaha. Oh Matthew. You are my favorite for a reason.

We said goodbye, and then we headed out in search for food. Food was side tracked, as we ended up talking to James outside the venue. I just remember the conversation being hilarious and totally random.”My front back. It’s connected to my lower back.” Um…don’t ask. You know if you know. We also planned the armor I should wear for the next show. HA.

While talking to Mr. Farrell, Matt walked past our group. I heard a sad sounding, “Joslyn…” I looked up, said “What up?” and Matt walks over while saying, “I just feel so bad I hit you in the FACE.” Buhahaha. Guilty, guilty conscience. We talked for a few more minutes, then actually headed out for food.

Monica took us to this 24 hour diner that was adorable. All I wanted was cheese fries, and by golly geez, I got ’em.

Alicia and I also may have embraced our inner child and played with hula hoops…

After dinner we parted ways with Leah and Alicia, and Monica and I headed to her house. I slept like a rock on her couch which I’m grateful for, seeing as I woke up the next morning with the dreaded 12 hour drive looming ahead of me. Oh, dear.

I seriously almost lost my shit driving home. After the eighth hour I was on my last straw. I started talking to myself. Like, legit conversations. I just wanted to be home and out of the car, and there was no other way to get there then to just drive.

Finally! my body screamed pulling into my parking spot, I was home in one piece. I promptly laid on the floor for an hour or so talking to friends that were at my apartment until I couldn’t keep my eye open any longer and crawled into bed. I don’t know how I went to work the next day. Or how just two days later I was back in my car…

Absence makes the heart grow fonder?

29 Nov

I haven’t forgotten you, my lovely blog!!

When you work Monday – Friday, then are out of town for 5 consecutive weekends in a row, it’s crazy how insanely busy and how long it takes to get back into a normal “groove”. Even a few weeks later.

Upcoming updates: Weddings, Concerts, and FOOD. I promise!

Freaking Fantastic

12 Oct

Please enjoy the new video from one on my favorite bands, Safetysuit.

Just a few reasons to eat more PUMPKIN!

11 Oct

Borrowed from my favorite blog, Carrots N Cake, here’s a few facts about pumpkins that you may not have known!

Did you know…

  • Pumpkin seeds are high in protein? There’s 12g in a one cup serving. [source]
  • The largest pumpkin ever grown weighed 1,676 pounds? [source]
  • Pumpkins are 90% water? [source]
  • Adding pumpkin to your diet may help mild to moderate facial acne? Pumpkins are packed with zinc, which has anti-inflammatory and antibacterial properties that may help calm irritated skin from the inside out. [source]
  • The largest pumpkin pie ever made was over 5 feet in diameter and weighed over 350 pounds? It used 80 pounds of cooked pumpkin, 36 pounds of sugar, 12 dozen eggs, and took six hours to bake. [source]
  • The word pumpkin originates from the word pepon, which is Greek for “large melon.” [source]

Ah. NOW will you jump on the pumpkin band-wagon with me?! Thanks, Tina for the facts! ❤

Know any other interesting facts? Tell me!