Dialup Users BEWARE
"Yo DreGGs!! I just wanna say i fuckin' LOVE your fuckin' band! It must be great to just get together with a bunch of crazy azz muthas and jam out for hours. Id kill to spend just 5 minutes in your studio to watch you guys get sick! By now you guys MUST have so much equipment and space to just have fun."
...Well...since I can't bring you to our "studio" to watch us jam..lets take you for a little tour of that HUGE warehouse we in DSA call..home,
Ah yes. Isn't it HUGE!!
See that little tiny cube of space next to the fan over there on the right? yep..thats where I stand. About 5 inches in each direction from possible collision.
Heres how the rest of the warehouse looks from my point of view. Yeah, its not much bigger in that direction either.
This is the most non-functional Air Conditioner in Florida. We keep using it thinking that one day it may actually make the room less than 110 degrees. Keep the hope alive!
Command HQ. Yep..mixing board (complete with light saber), power amp, and our "entertainment" center..which consists of a TV that barely works..and a DVD player which now officially DOESN'T work.
The fridge. I don't dare open this anymore. Last time I did a fucking cocroach the size of my fist came out and made sure I knew who was boss. So now I opt to enjoy warm beverages to keep myself hydrated while we play.
The nest of Cygnus. There was a point where this spot was filled with dead leaves....how they got there... I STILL don't know.
Speaking of my drummer...Anger managment anyone? Remember boys and girls, drum sticks are made of WOOD. Not easily can they bend/break metal.
The warehouse is also a graveyard for YEARS of DSA past. Anyone else remember THIS heavy monster? One of many items from the Deadstar past that we keep for whatever reason.
My cozy nook of musical expression. Actually..more like the best open space I could find where I can play without getting only feedback. (side note: Don't ya wish you had my BAD ASS zelda map I printed out?). Also proof that we in fact DO in fact keep all the fan art we get. So no more of this "You guys probobly throw it all out when you get home!" crap.
And this, is how it looks now. We cleaned up a bit (as much as we could seeing how we have SO much crap in there). It's slightly more spacious, but still hotter than hell. Damn that A/C.
...Well...since I can't bring you to our "studio" to watch us jam..lets take you for a little tour of that HUGE warehouse we in DSA call..home,
Ah yes. Isn't it HUGE!!
See that little tiny cube of space next to the fan over there on the right? yep..thats where I stand. About 5 inches in each direction from possible collision.
Heres how the rest of the warehouse looks from my point of view. Yeah, its not much bigger in that direction either.
This is the most non-functional Air Conditioner in Florida. We keep using it thinking that one day it may actually make the room less than 110 degrees. Keep the hope alive!
Command HQ. Yep..mixing board (complete with light saber), power amp, and our "entertainment" center..which consists of a TV that barely works..and a DVD player which now officially DOESN'T work.
The fridge. I don't dare open this anymore. Last time I did a fucking cocroach the size of my fist came out and made sure I knew who was boss. So now I opt to enjoy warm beverages to keep myself hydrated while we play.
The nest of Cygnus. There was a point where this spot was filled with dead leaves....how they got there... I STILL don't know.
Speaking of my drummer...Anger managment anyone? Remember boys and girls, drum sticks are made of WOOD. Not easily can they bend/break metal.
The warehouse is also a graveyard for YEARS of DSA past. Anyone else remember THIS heavy monster? One of many items from the Deadstar past that we keep for whatever reason.
My cozy nook of musical expression. Actually..more like the best open space I could find where I can play without getting only feedback. (side note: Don't ya wish you had my BAD ASS zelda map I printed out?). Also proof that we in fact DO in fact keep all the fan art we get. So no more of this "You guys probobly throw it all out when you get home!" crap.
And this, is how it looks now. We cleaned up a bit (as much as we could seeing how we have SO much crap in there). It's slightly more spacious, but still hotter than hell. Damn that A/C.