I’d Get to the Top of the Mountain if It Would Just Stop Fucking Growing

I was a washed up, bitter ex-musician who used to have a future

Dia Frampton
Aug 30, 2016 · 11 min read


Just singing in my living room to probably my uncles and aunts or something after a family dinner. (Damn, mom….you really loved those ribbons and bows, huh?) Ha! My mom loved picking out my clothes and sticking all kinds of arts and crafts knick knacks she would find at the store on my outfits. Love you Mom!
My first band, Jade Harbor, playing a short set to a small crowd at the Washington County Fair. Every year I was excited for August to come around so I could perform. The talented Juddy Anderson is playing guitar behind me. He introduced me to Wilco (still one of my favorite bands). Bucky Flowers is in blue on bass, Meg on guitar and Sunny Beck on drums. They were a wonderful group of musicians, those gentlemen and Meg.
Our band performing in a tiny Mexican restaurant. I can’t remember where this is, but I think I was 17 or 18 at this time. We honestly would perform wherever they would have us.
On Warped Tour just trying to stay cool. The weather every summer got very intense!

A) Weren’t you that one singer on The Voice? Oh, cool… We voted for you… Do you work here?… Um… yeah, I’ll get the fries instead of salad.

B) Hey! I used to listen to Meg and Dia all the time. My brother and I used to love you guys! We used to jam your one song, what was it…it was like…uh…

C) Hey. Are you….Dia? Dia Frampton? What are you doing working here?


A small Meg and an even smaller me.

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