RYPE LYFE (A Little Trip Into The RYPE Motherboard Mainframe Came Up With Some Definite Goodies That We'd Like To Share In An Effort To Get To Know Us Better, Along With Some Sage Words To Live By, Of Course.)

Don't Be Afraid To Enjoy Life A Little

Ok, Ok, Sometimes You Can Enjoy It A Lot

Rules Were Made To Be Broken, Just Don't Fall Off The Cliff

Wear Your ART On Your Sleeve 

Always Love 

Even If It's The Little Things 

 Find Time To Enjoy The Finer Things (Breakfast Beer, Anyone?)

Good Art Is Always Worth The Hunt

 Anyone Who Can Turn Gangsta's Paradise Into An Acoustic Song Gets An Honorable Mention. RYPE Approved.

Home Is Where The Heart Is (Technically Not A RYPE Original, But Still Good.) 

Laugh As Much As Humanly Possible 

It's Good For The Soul 

Keep Those Creative Juices Flowin'! 

Surround Yourself With All Good People 

Go Get One Of These... Right. Now. 

Turn The "Good Times" Into "Fucking Amazing Times"

Hipsters Have The Best Taste In Music 

Sometimes The Shitty Seats Are The Best Ones

Because Sometimes You Get The Best Seat Of All. 

A Night To (For The Most Part, Pretty Much, Basically, Sort Of) Remember...

For over the last year I've been to every show the Santa Barbara Bowl has hosted! Well... kind of. Having never actually been to a Bowl show but living just 4 blocks from the outdoor venue gives me the super awesome privilege to hear all the musicians play (and sometimes not so super awesome, Katy Perry 3 nights in a row? Two too many nights, girl!). This last Saturday though my roommate Paola's excitement for the Explosions In The Sky and Death Cab For Cutie concert soon became too infectious to ignore. Despite the fact that I've indie-ed out and seen Death Cab live an inexcusable number of times I knew I had to get in on the screaming... everyone expresses their joy differently Paola , don't feel bad, but maybe save it for the Bieb's next time? Now maybe it's just me, but when I think of Explosions and Death Cab my thoughts immediately go to a mellow pre-show night, keeping it classy with some wine, of course lots of gentle swaying and hand holding. I really just don't know what happened, maybe it was the completely inappropriate leopard print I decided to wear or maybe I just forgot who my dates were, but the RYPE girls do it right, duh. We do the kind of "right" where a shot of Sailor Jerry is how ever much you can fit in your mouth since the bar is the line into the venue and the bar tender is you, water bottle proudly in hand. The sort of "right" where sayings like, "I had to chase my Coke Zero with rum" are totally acceptable because "right" is not a place where Coke Zero is ever a good idea. That silky smooth "right" when a 24 pack of Corona disappears in 6 minutes yet you realize there are only 10 people drinking. That wholesome RYPE kind of "right". Twas a good night with unbelievably beautiful music, a fantastic way to lose my Santa Barbara Bowl virginity and I highly suggest this venue to any and all music lovers, now hopefully I'll spend more concert nights in the crowd rather than in my room! And as always I wouldn't of wanted to be with anyone else then my RYPE minded crew! Sorry to my lovely neighbors for the prefunk (and postfunk, one downfall to the Bowl is the strict 10 p.m. stop time... whoops) noise and maybe next time we'll all call it a night before 3 am hits. But most likely not. See you all in November!

The Beginning To My Everything

"I am going to be a millionaire." This sentence has been my sisters mantra for as long as I can remember and despite my many attempts to deny having any faith in her, deep down I kinda always knew one day it would be true.  My sister prides herself on her single-minded determination to succeed in life and lets face it, the girl could of hit the million dollar mark in personal escort services some time ago (she's definitely not horrible looking, lemme tell ya), but not just having money will do, she wants to earn her keep doing what she loves. The first apartment Rachel and I lived in after leaving our parents house was, in our minds, the hottest shit since Paris Hilton's chihuahua (she was still relevant back then, I swear!). Unfortunately the glamour started to wear off (as well as parts of the linoleum in the kitchen...) and we started to see our cozy new home for the shithole it really was. Rock bottom came one day when the hot water heater, conveniently located in the middle of one of the bedroom closets, started to emit a gas-like smell in the three foot radius around it. Two teenage girls don't really have time to stand around wondering what "that smell" is, we just spritz our JLo body spray and move on with our lives. But the night the smell moved to more of a seven foot radius and me, being the drama queen I am, decided to projectile vomit all over the bathroom as a result of it, was a low. So my sister decided to take action. She immediately called the landlord despite the time of night and even in my delirium I knew that his number was dialed more then once, twice, three times a lady. Early the next morning I awoke to a strange man hauling the water heater out and my sister packing her bags, "We're moving the fuck out.". A week later we were moving into the exclusive Frank Estates townhouses, how she managed to get us out of our lease, into a new one and everything packed and ready to go in just one week is still to this day completely beyond me, but I do know I will never forget the realization that this bitch was going the places she wanted to go... and fast.

So here we go again, just a mere three weeks ago sweet sister o' mine decided she wanted to start a business and thats exactly what she has done. Within the first week she had rented the space, booked the entertainment and artists and finally, right before the weekend, thought up the name. RYPE.events now has it's own website (www.rypeevents.com), it's own Facebook page (LIKE us!) and lots of advertisement including flyers (and yes, shocking, she designed those as well. See her pedaling the pavement to pass them out in a neighborhood near you! And see above for our upcoming event details!). So in honor of RYPE.events we've decided to start a blog on all things we love and believe RYPE stands for, music, art, literature, fashion, philosophy, photography... furniture! You name it! A big cheers to my one and only, Rachel Taylor and all her hard work and dedication! "Won't it be cool when I'm a millionaire and can actually pay you for shit like this??" Oh girl, you have no idea. See you all in November!