My Vicky Life


Posts tagged with "Brandon Boyd"

Jul 8

Y would I appreciate ur restraint? U rather missed my pt. Vent! Review the album! Ppl r reading b/t the lines already & know u hate it & that ur resenting more & more that he & his love r at a place in their life you will likely never b. Yes I got personal, because it IS that for you 2. It's not just the music u hate (which would b perfectly fine & respected, but it's not), it's the wellspring in him that brought forth that music that u r seething at. THAT is ridiculous & why I say ur not a true


(cont’d) “fan of him or his work & not any1 to try & ‘gather’ Incubus fans. What fans love about the band & the guys is their diversity - musically, spiritually, etc. Not every1 was happy about Ben, but those who RESPECT gave him a shot & majority loves him now. Those saying “Bring back Dirk!” sound like stuck-in-the-past douches & not tru fans who can evolve or RESPECT, c where I’m going w/this? Do what B did w/SOS, show ur TRUE self & let ppl decide if they stay, I doubt many will & isn’t that y don’t?”

I declared this blog dead a couple of weeks ago, but I’m posting your message because I think it deserves to be seen. I believe it is in response to something I tweeted. Thank you for your comments, but I’m no longer posting my thoughts here.

Actually, I would call it bashing. When you take time to criticise a person's weight (telling someone you claim to admire & more importantly, don't know, that they need to "go eat something" or speculating their gf, who you obviously don't care for, doesn't feed them properly, is beyond ridiculous & were he not a celebrity, be considered beyond the limits of 'ok'), or ?'ing their OBVIOUS happiness @ this pt in their life cause UR not happy w/ur life? Not ok. I DO hope you find some peace somehow


Acknowledged. Thank you.

I don't understand how someone who can be so negative towards a person she claims to admire, Brandon Boyd, so much of the time, feels like she can be a gatherer of Incufans? I see your Twitter, read your blog. I've zero qualms w/your thoughts and/or feelings, they're your own &, as such, are completely valid & you should feel no hesitation in sharing them. But do you understand that more than a few in the Incubus community are a bit tired of reading u bash one min & then doing Incufest the next?


(cont’d) “Oh, and per my last ask, I’m not even remotely saying that you must LOVE or even like everything Brandon, Incubus, or the other members individually, create. I certainly am not a huge fan of Fungus or other things done individually & collectively by the band. BUT, I don’t bash it fairly routinely, nor do I get personal, as I’ve read you do. I express my negative feelings, when I have them, with respect for the places they’re in & the places I’m in at the time. I don’t sense that respect from you”

Fair enough, although I wouldn’t exactly call it bashing, just questioning. Anyway, you’ll be glad to know I’m getting tired of it, too.

Cape Florida, Key Biscayne

This one’s for real.
(…and the time stamp was on purpose.)

This one’s for real.

(…and the time stamp was on purpose.)

INCUFEST: Summer Solstice 2013

What is Incufest?

Incufest is a virtual festival in celebration of all things related to the band Incubus.

When does Incufest begin?

The summer solstice edition of Incufest begins at 11 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time (New York time) on Friday, June 21, 2013 in celebration of Mike Einziger’s birthday.

The party continues with a Brandon Boyd Mini-Fest beginning Tuesday, June 25 with the release of Sons of the Sea, and continuing through Friday, June 28, when Brandon will appear on the Renman Live webcast.

How do I attend Incufest?

Incufest will be happening primarily on Twitter. To take part, all you have to do is tweet about Incubus, and be sure to include the hashtag #Incufest in all of your tweets. Then, you can use Twitter’s search engine (or other Twitter search tool or app) to search for the hashtag to see what everyone is tweeting. As long as you remember to use the hashtag, your tweets will become part of the global conversation!

We expect attendees from all around the world, so most people will be popping in and out as their work, school, and sleep schedules permit. Here’s a handy time zone converter for those who live in other areas.

Do I have to be following the other people at Incufest to see their tweets?

No. By using a Twitter search tool to search for the hashtag #Incufest, you’ll be able to see all the tweets that contain this hashtag, even if they’re coming from people you’re not following.

Who is organizing Incufest? Is anyone in Incubus involved?

Incufest is being organized entirely by fans from several countries around the world. No one associated with the band is involved, but we hope some of them will stop by! During our previous Incufest, Brandon Boyd, Ben Kenney, DJ Kilmore, and Steve Rennie dropped in to say hi, and we hope they’ll visit us this time as well.

What can I do to get ready for Incufest?

● Add a “Twibbon” to your Twitter profile picture.
● Tell your friends about Incufest!
● Tweet the band:

      ● Brandon Boyd: @mybrandonboyd
      ● Mike Einziger: @MichaelEinziger
      ● José Pasillas: @JoseAPasillasII
      ● Ben Kenney: @vatoben
      ● DJ Kilmore: @DJKilmore
      ● Incubus: @IncubusBand
      ● Steve Rennie: @Renman1 or @renmanmb

♥ REMEMBER to include the hashtag #Incufest in all your tweets!

Not to belabor the point, but I’ve received a few messages like the one below, so I thought I’d try to answer them all at once.

"…I saw that you posted about having some difficulty getting on board with Where All the Songs Come From, and it seems like you’ve been trying hard to like it, but can’t."

I actually do like the song very much. In fact, I’ll go so far as to say it has already become one of my top three favorite happy songs of all time (the first two being My Cherie Amour by Stevie Wonder and Love Comes to Everyone by George Harrison). But I read what the author said about it, and assuming I’m interpreting it correctly, I guess what’s still gnawing at me is the suggestion that all you have to do to get to that place where all the songs come from is to move just a little bit outside of your comfort zone and then everything will just suddenly, magically rez. It can’t be that easy, and perhaps he’s not saying it is, but for some of us it’s just not even possible. Then there’s the recent mention of “halcyon days,” and “enough time,” and other ideas that don’t mean all that much when your halcyon days are already over. Which is, of course, in no way his fault. I guess I’m just taking it out on him because he happens to be in my line of fire at the moment, the unlucky son-of-a-gun. He’ll survive it, though.

Keep looking at me like that and there’s going to be trouble.

(Source: 1 ; 2)

Incubus - Clean

It's not about possibly bringing other people down! A blog is about expressing yourself. Say what you feel! Your blog, your rules. You seem to be a very strong woman who is generally very fair in your judgements of others. You confess you don't know everything and could be wrong, but you're honest about what you think and feel. And I think that's great.


A vote of confidence. Thank you. The reason I sometimes hesitate to speak as freely as I’d like is because I feel a certain responsibility where my followers are concerned. Most, I sense, are right-brain romantics, and unfortunately for them, I’m a left-brain realist. The one thing a lot of us have in common is the fact that we admire a fellow called Brandon Boyd, but, I think, for very different reasons. He, too, I believe, is a right-brain romantic, but I’m a much bigger fan of his darker side, that angry streak that seems to be gone now, or at least subdued. That part of him that observed the world with such a critical eye, and questioned why things are the way they are. Recent evidence suggests he’s found some answers, which should make me happy for him, and I am, but I’m nevertheless experiencing some difficulty with the product of that contentment. If you listen to the last Incubus album, If Not Now, When?, it’s ALL about demanding happiness. (“When will I get mine?” “When will I stand up and face the bright light?” “I want more than this kite will soar,” “I want more than you can offer…”) I really don’t know how autobiographical these songs are, but the overwhelmed adolescent seems to have succeeded. He endured his ordeal with the wolves in the wilderness, emerged transformed, and now enjoys enchanted evenings on the wings of fireflies. Nothing wrong with that, especially since such happiness is contagious. Unlike my followers, though, I seem to be immune. As usual, I’m overthinking this, but my problem with happy people is that they sometimes tend to be a little too free and easy with the advice. In the world I live in, you put your hand in the spokes and it had better be a hand you won’t be needing any time soon. Ten toes into the abyss? Well, nice to know you. So you see, where everyone else is seeing unicorns and rainbows, all I’m seeing are body parts flying all over the place. And trust me on this one - you swing and miss too many times and eventually you’re out. All this is compounded by the fact that I’m still having a heap of trouble with the whole concept of undoing oneself. “It’s not so hard,” he says. “Just forgive yourself,” which is only the hardest thing in the world. It’s not like you can “just” do it. “It takes courage and control, and you start by letting go” - the OTHER hardest thing in the world. Lately, though, I’ve been thinking that maybe I’ve been trying to let go of the wrong things. Maybe what I need to let go of is this blog, if only to relieve my poor followers of all my pathetic negativity, which can also be contagious. I don’t know. I’m still trying to decide. Meanwhile, I’ve done what I said I wasn’t going to do. I said I wasn’t going to bitch about a perfectly beautiful song, at least not until I’d heard the whole EP. There’s still the possibility that the rest of it will put into context what I’ve heard so far, and I’ll end up having to post a most humble and apologetic retraction. Actually, I’d like nothing better.

Incubus - Speak Free

It’s sunny, it’s sparkly, it’s what the diamonds strewn across the blue blanket would sound like if they made a sound, and it scares the bejesus out of me. So I’m pinning all my hopes on #Incufest next week. I’m going to try not to write more about the song before then, because I’m hoping the event and some time spent with the Incufamily will cheer me up and diffuse my difficulties. In the meantime, I’m liking it by listening as though it’s in a language I don’t understand. Actually, it kind of is.