~Were gonna rise up, hey hey, to the occassion~
Fucking needed that.
Today was an awesome day.
I cant describe how great that show was.
Just as crowded as I thought itd be if not more so, hotter than Satan's asshole because of it, but fucking awesome.
I was glad to be back at Alvin's again, I was glad to see familiar faces again. I missed that so much. I missed that in ways I cant even describe.
Alot of new faces, too. Alot O_o.
Seems to be getting that way more and more lately...
I suppose thats evolution, right? But still, kinda painful, you know. Those faces that come and go, its like you may have met them once and you may or may not remember thier names but a piece of them will always be etched into your heart.
I was glad to be back in my fucking scene.
I hate that word, But I geuss thats what it is.
I was glad to be back with the people that I knew, the passing dancers in the night, the energies that gave me inspiration...
This is gonna sound sooo lame guys, but in reality, it kinda fucking touches me.
It takes a shitload outta me and really brings me to a core of my own humanity, a piece of my own heart, that I lose sight of far too easily.
Its why I started this band. Its what I wanted to live in forever.
I want so badly sometimes to just drown in it.
Its somethign to me, in such an odd way, thats so beautiful it nearly saddens me.
A feeling Like I belong.
Only some peopel can understand that.
I guess youd hafta feel alienated in your own skin to know the bliss of being able to live perfectly outwards.
But to see those faces come an go....
Its so hard. To know that what cradles you are arms built in many many peopel that will never know your last name.
Legends.
Legends and characters and hearts thatll drift endlessly into the night sky after they leave you, as unkown to you as the stars themselves,
and to know that not all of them will come back.
Part of me thinks its like sending loved ones out into war.
And in a way, it is that way.
They came of their own free will and you took to them as they took to you, but then you watch them fly out in silence never knowing wether or not youd ever see them again.
Like rushing waters a new crowd would drift in one day and in that crowd many many familiar faces, but to know wether or not all of them came back is impossible. But you know that every joy you get from it, you feel something missing.
Its a war.
A class war of losing them to thier own responsibilities, to the objections of outside forces, to growing...on.
It hard. Why am I talking about this?
Sometimes I wonder what exactly im expressing...
Anyway we met up and we got thai food and we went to a show with a CD in our player
And the show was aweing and the news was good,
the people were warm and the day was hot and the night went on and on forever.
We saw familiar faces and simillar beating hearts and we danced and we drank
and burned and it was a colaborations of pains and sorrows crashing upon the rocks of somethign we all needed, with perfect results.
We wound up chilling on the hood of Lances car in the warm night and just shootin the shit and openin up about all kindsa shit. The honesty was refreshing.
Its good to have good news and all-in-all when its all finished
im sweaty and sore and covered in everyoen elses sweat and Steve still makes my ass moist.
And thats what it amounts too. I love you all every damned one of you Ren to the Tom and the Canadians to every damn bit of feeling thats ever made me feel at home and I hope to dear God that I return someday and I hope that youll all be there too.
But theres a reason that almost no one stays through all of thier twenty's and theres a reason that were not inhabited by old people taht couldnt let go before.
But I love you and I love this feeling for however long it lasts and thats soemthing that pains and motivates me every single day.
Thank you... Thats all I can say.
Today was an awesome day.
I cant describe how great that show was.
Just as crowded as I thought itd be if not more so, hotter than Satan's asshole because of it, but fucking awesome.
I was glad to be back at Alvin's again, I was glad to see familiar faces again. I missed that so much. I missed that in ways I cant even describe.
Alot of new faces, too. Alot O_o.
Seems to be getting that way more and more lately...
I suppose thats evolution, right? But still, kinda painful, you know. Those faces that come and go, its like you may have met them once and you may or may not remember thier names but a piece of them will always be etched into your heart.
I was glad to be back in my fucking scene.
I hate that word, But I geuss thats what it is.
I was glad to be back with the people that I knew, the passing dancers in the night, the energies that gave me inspiration...
This is gonna sound sooo lame guys, but in reality, it kinda fucking touches me.
It takes a shitload outta me and really brings me to a core of my own humanity, a piece of my own heart, that I lose sight of far too easily.
Its why I started this band. Its what I wanted to live in forever.
I want so badly sometimes to just drown in it.
Its somethign to me, in such an odd way, thats so beautiful it nearly saddens me.
A feeling Like I belong.
Only some peopel can understand that.
I guess youd hafta feel alienated in your own skin to know the bliss of being able to live perfectly outwards.
But to see those faces come an go....
Its so hard. To know that what cradles you are arms built in many many peopel that will never know your last name.
Legends.
Legends and characters and hearts thatll drift endlessly into the night sky after they leave you, as unkown to you as the stars themselves,
and to know that not all of them will come back.
Part of me thinks its like sending loved ones out into war.
And in a way, it is that way.
They came of their own free will and you took to them as they took to you, but then you watch them fly out in silence never knowing wether or not youd ever see them again.
Like rushing waters a new crowd would drift in one day and in that crowd many many familiar faces, but to know wether or not all of them came back is impossible. But you know that every joy you get from it, you feel something missing.
Its a war.
A class war of losing them to thier own responsibilities, to the objections of outside forces, to growing...on.
It hard. Why am I talking about this?
Sometimes I wonder what exactly im expressing...
Anyway we met up and we got thai food and we went to a show with a CD in our player
And the show was aweing and the news was good,
the people were warm and the day was hot and the night went on and on forever.
We saw familiar faces and simillar beating hearts and we danced and we drank
and burned and it was a colaborations of pains and sorrows crashing upon the rocks of somethign we all needed, with perfect results.
We wound up chilling on the hood of Lances car in the warm night and just shootin the shit and openin up about all kindsa shit. The honesty was refreshing.
Its good to have good news and all-in-all when its all finished
im sweaty and sore and covered in everyoen elses sweat and Steve still makes my ass moist.
And thats what it amounts too. I love you all every damned one of you Ren to the Tom and the Canadians to every damn bit of feeling thats ever made me feel at home and I hope to dear God that I return someday and I hope that youll all be there too.
But theres a reason that almost no one stays through all of thier twenty's and theres a reason that were not inhabited by old people taht couldnt let go before.
But I love you and I love this feeling for however long it lasts and thats soemthing that pains and motivates me every single day.
Thank you... Thats all I can say.