the sky is..
first show in 24 days.
recorded sunday.
sam didnt show up.
we kicked him out.
he's still a very close friend of the band though.
he's our road warrior.
and we can't quit him.
:]
the demo sounds straight balls.
however, on some of the songs you cant hear the guitars as loud.
so, we must venture back to PC3's house and record the guitar tracks separately from the drums and vocals.
i can't believe we've done so much in such little time.
we basically formed in september.
its only been four months.
we already have 7 songs.
we're working on 2 covers.
plus one more new song i wrote.
its fucking crazy.
feb 23rd.
siobhan's b-day show.
$8
a boy and his gun
memoirs
11 minutes
assailing traitor skies
choke on your lies
a black rose burial
im so excited to play with these bands.
all of them are fuckign amazing.
plus, most of them are really awesome people.
like joel.
i love that fool.
today i went with ryan to give mr. CH our demo.
he said that we could probably play once the weather isnt shitty.
he didnt say shitty though.
obviously.
lately though.
i've been feeling weird.
like ive been seeing myself doing everything.
but its not actually me?
i dont know.
and like.
i just realized how false high school romance can be.
how false high school in general can be.
so far, in highschool, i've been:
backstabbed
used
cheated
taken advantage of
pushed around by 'friends'
deserted
let down
lead on
confused
but at the same time.
i'm grateful.
true, i've met a lot of shitty people.
but i've also been introduced to so many extraordinary people that i will probably keep around the rest of my life.
i've been a part of so many good things.
i realize now that the small things i was pissed about are laughable.
there's nothing that can touch me.
except of course.
the female.
the icon of comfort.
warmth.
i dont know.
i miss colleen and siobhan a lot.
i havent seen them in awhile.
rather, i dont see them as much as i used to.
i got a brochure from FIDM in the mail the other day and i smiled.
cuz it made me think of colleen.
she's going there next year.
hella proud of her.
the 23rd seems so far away.
but its not.
days are only 24 hours.
16 hours out of 24 i do basically nothing.
2/3 of the day i do nothing.
384 hours of the 1056 hours leading up to our first show.
i will be doing nothing.
recorded sunday.
sam didnt show up.
we kicked him out.
he's still a very close friend of the band though.
he's our road warrior.
and we can't quit him.
:]
the demo sounds straight balls.
however, on some of the songs you cant hear the guitars as loud.
so, we must venture back to PC3's house and record the guitar tracks separately from the drums and vocals.
i can't believe we've done so much in such little time.
we basically formed in september.
its only been four months.
we already have 7 songs.
we're working on 2 covers.
plus one more new song i wrote.
its fucking crazy.
feb 23rd.
siobhan's b-day show.
$8
a boy and his gun
memoirs
11 minutes
assailing traitor skies
choke on your lies
a black rose burial
im so excited to play with these bands.
all of them are fuckign amazing.
plus, most of them are really awesome people.
like joel.
i love that fool.
today i went with ryan to give mr. CH our demo.
he said that we could probably play once the weather isnt shitty.
he didnt say shitty though.
obviously.
lately though.
i've been feeling weird.
like ive been seeing myself doing everything.
but its not actually me?
i dont know.
and like.
i just realized how false high school romance can be.
how false high school in general can be.
so far, in highschool, i've been:
backstabbed
used
cheated
taken advantage of
pushed around by 'friends'
deserted
let down
lead on
confused
but at the same time.
i'm grateful.
true, i've met a lot of shitty people.
but i've also been introduced to so many extraordinary people that i will probably keep around the rest of my life.
i've been a part of so many good things.
i realize now that the small things i was pissed about are laughable.
there's nothing that can touch me.
except of course.
the female.
the icon of comfort.
warmth.
i dont know.
i miss colleen and siobhan a lot.
i havent seen them in awhile.
rather, i dont see them as much as i used to.
i got a brochure from FIDM in the mail the other day and i smiled.
cuz it made me think of colleen.
she's going there next year.
hella proud of her.
the 23rd seems so far away.
but its not.
days are only 24 hours.
16 hours out of 24 i do basically nothing.
2/3 of the day i do nothing.
384 hours of the 1056 hours leading up to our first show.
i will be doing nothing.