Russia/UK/Europe/Life
For the last almost two years, I've concurrently been touring with a band from New Hampshire, Our Last Night. I met them roughly four years prior to that on the tour I did with Honor Bright, supporting them, and the headliner, Alesana.
If you had asked me four years ago that I would have had extended to me a friendship like the one I've grown to love between myself and Matt Wentworth, Trevor Wentworth, Timothy Molloy, and Alexander Woodrow -- I wouldn't have believed you.
I'm still kicking it in my own band, now no longer called The Groundbreaking Ceremony -- but Relic Hearts. I've taken every grain of great advice given to me by the OLN boys, and from that have grown tremendously internally. And even made a few changes to my physical appearance. I'm dressing better. I take better care of myself. Overall, I am in a much better place in my life, and in my mind. I've made so many changes for the betterment of me, and my life, and I owe a great many of them to Matt, Trevor, Tim and Woody -- and their/our manager, Curran Blevins.
When I wrote in this journal as an adolescent, I can recall (and even revisit) the entries being scattered, angst riddled, but passionate. I learned to articulate my craft of writing through this very journal, that I've had for 12 years as of June of this year. I lost touch with that, and I think it made me lose touch with a big part of who I was inside. I remember a lot of the positive growth I went through stemming from my ability to reach into the internet, and starve my fears and doubts and disbeliefs with the world around me, and just write. So now I look back and realize that I used that ability to feed and nourish my positive growth through doing that, albeit it being filled with angst, sometimes anger, and often times cluelessness as to what I was doing with life. Honestly, until I got involved with music and pursuing it as a dream, I was completely clueless and lost.
Once again though, I find myself in a strong position to grow from, and thanks to Timothy Molloy showing me his memoir of this tour that we're on right now in St Petersburg, Russia, I've been inspired to reconnect with this journal, and foster more of the aforementioned growth.
Words. I feel like I've found an entirely new way to enjoy them again, and even in just these past ten minutes of writing, I feel a strong essence of substance being adding to my life.
That said, I'm in Russia with the OLN boys as their tour manager, merch manger, light tech, stage tech, and whatever else they need from me. Party liaison when the moment calls for it.
I felt this overwhelming urge to be discouraged from being on tour with them for so long, because it felt like I would never get to where they are. But then I've lately been thinking and realizing -- that's not what it's all about. There's this strong disconnect between the time you spend in the studio writing and creating and really fleshing out your feelings and these collections of polaroids of your life, and the moment where you're waiting for the rest of everything to be pieced together to release it. That journey has taken the better part of the last year to create, and I just finally yesterday released my first song, a cover, on YouTube.
I'm hesitant to name exactly what I'm doing, and on what channel or medium, for fear that it'll make it too dated in the future when I read this, but maybe that's what I enjoy most about going back and reading from my past entries -- the specificity of it all. Exact tangible moments that I've probably long forgotten about, crashing through the doors to remind me of how far I've come, and how far the world's come. If eternal life is an option in my lifetime, and my body can support it, I think I would love to partake.
We released a cover of the song "Royals" by Lorde. In less than one day, it has surpassed the amount of views that any of my other content created in a band has ever achieved. I feel numb to it, because I'm afraid to celebrate. I feel like the beginning hasn't even started, just one particular moment of a beginning. And I finally feel like I'm stretching my arms and fitting into my own destiny.
And to thank for that, I have no one else but Matt, Trevor, Tim, Woody, Curran, and my bandmates for believing in me.
I'm on tour with them in Russia, the UK, and then mainland Europe, where we traversed once before together, and my previous entry, chronicles.
I would write and make this an obnoxiously long entry detailing the other great many details of my life, but I think instead of making a pique right here, I'll spread them out over entries that I'll write over the duration of this tour, and onward into the future.
So, if you're reading this, Livejournal Land, I'm back.
And I think I'm going to be here for a while. xoxo
If you had asked me four years ago that I would have had extended to me a friendship like the one I've grown to love between myself and Matt Wentworth, Trevor Wentworth, Timothy Molloy, and Alexander Woodrow -- I wouldn't have believed you.
I'm still kicking it in my own band, now no longer called The Groundbreaking Ceremony -- but Relic Hearts. I've taken every grain of great advice given to me by the OLN boys, and from that have grown tremendously internally. And even made a few changes to my physical appearance. I'm dressing better. I take better care of myself. Overall, I am in a much better place in my life, and in my mind. I've made so many changes for the betterment of me, and my life, and I owe a great many of them to Matt, Trevor, Tim and Woody -- and their/our manager, Curran Blevins.
When I wrote in this journal as an adolescent, I can recall (and even revisit) the entries being scattered, angst riddled, but passionate. I learned to articulate my craft of writing through this very journal, that I've had for 12 years as of June of this year. I lost touch with that, and I think it made me lose touch with a big part of who I was inside. I remember a lot of the positive growth I went through stemming from my ability to reach into the internet, and starve my fears and doubts and disbeliefs with the world around me, and just write. So now I look back and realize that I used that ability to feed and nourish my positive growth through doing that, albeit it being filled with angst, sometimes anger, and often times cluelessness as to what I was doing with life. Honestly, until I got involved with music and pursuing it as a dream, I was completely clueless and lost.
Once again though, I find myself in a strong position to grow from, and thanks to Timothy Molloy showing me his memoir of this tour that we're on right now in St Petersburg, Russia, I've been inspired to reconnect with this journal, and foster more of the aforementioned growth.
Words. I feel like I've found an entirely new way to enjoy them again, and even in just these past ten minutes of writing, I feel a strong essence of substance being adding to my life.
That said, I'm in Russia with the OLN boys as their tour manager, merch manger, light tech, stage tech, and whatever else they need from me. Party liaison when the moment calls for it.
I felt this overwhelming urge to be discouraged from being on tour with them for so long, because it felt like I would never get to where they are. But then I've lately been thinking and realizing -- that's not what it's all about. There's this strong disconnect between the time you spend in the studio writing and creating and really fleshing out your feelings and these collections of polaroids of your life, and the moment where you're waiting for the rest of everything to be pieced together to release it. That journey has taken the better part of the last year to create, and I just finally yesterday released my first song, a cover, on YouTube.
I'm hesitant to name exactly what I'm doing, and on what channel or medium, for fear that it'll make it too dated in the future when I read this, but maybe that's what I enjoy most about going back and reading from my past entries -- the specificity of it all. Exact tangible moments that I've probably long forgotten about, crashing through the doors to remind me of how far I've come, and how far the world's come. If eternal life is an option in my lifetime, and my body can support it, I think I would love to partake.
We released a cover of the song "Royals" by Lorde. In less than one day, it has surpassed the amount of views that any of my other content created in a band has ever achieved. I feel numb to it, because I'm afraid to celebrate. I feel like the beginning hasn't even started, just one particular moment of a beginning. And I finally feel like I'm stretching my arms and fitting into my own destiny.
And to thank for that, I have no one else but Matt, Trevor, Tim, Woody, Curran, and my bandmates for believing in me.
I'm on tour with them in Russia, the UK, and then mainland Europe, where we traversed once before together, and my previous entry, chronicles.
I would write and make this an obnoxiously long entry detailing the other great many details of my life, but I think instead of making a pique right here, I'll spread them out over entries that I'll write over the duration of this tour, and onward into the future.
So, if you're reading this, Livejournal Land, I'm back.
And I think I'm going to be here for a while. xoxo