Open My Mouth But Without A Sound

"This is my every day rise and shine. This is what it’s like to wake up blind. Maybe living restless has gotten the best. Or maybe life’s best is only found in rest."

Who's stoked?

There's A Lion In Your Gut

Bane is one of my Top 5 Favorite Hardcore Bands and apparently they're putting out a 7" in September and that is great fucking news cause they haven't put out anything new since The Note in '05. They posted a new song, "The Bold And The Beautiful", on their MySpace over the weekend. It's good, it's great. Sweet music, good lyrics [mixed with some cheesy ones but I'm fairly certain that everyone has come to expect a little cliche from Bane]

And upon further review, the new Set Your Goals album is still fuckin' good, the one new track Strike Anywhere posted a few weeks ago is also still good!

I'm still pretty much focusing on music to avoid over-analyzing the current state of things in my life, in my mind, in my heart.

This past weekend was 99% perfect, if that's possible? I spent the weekend with Brent, who is actually my oldest friend now, and Beard. We packed up drums and cymbals, guitars and amps, and some essential supplies [frozen pizzas and water] and ventured out to the Cabin on Friday afternoon. There is no cell service out there so we shut off our phone and were completely disconnected from the world. Liberated. Saturday we spent almost 12 hours recording BITER's first cd. It's going to be 6 tracks of pure evil. Erie is going to be pretty shocked I think. It's NOT hardcore.

Further highlights:

-I shot brent in the throat with a foam dart almost immediately upon arrival.
-Bat hunting
-Brent shot me in the chest/throat with a Roman Candle, burning a hole in my wind breaker.
-Beard: "Titties. Big, sweet ones"

All drum tracks are complete. All guitar tracks are complete. All vocal tracks are complete save one. Bass and remaining vocals will be complete tomorrow.



Get bit.

After all was said and done I came home to new sheets. Cause anywhere from 5 to 8 people fucked on my bed Friday night...together. You think you know some people. Coming home to shitty news is the worst.

What's worse? Having already low expectations of someone and being shocked by even lower acts? Or having high expectations and being surprised by lewd acts?

The whole scenario literally makes my sick to think about.





That's enough.

This Will Be The Death Of Us

AS IF ON CUE!!!

I ask for new Set Your Goals. The next day, new Set Your Goals is leaked!

If only everything were this easy!

BTW: It's not NEARLY as big a disappointment as expected. It's actually pretty fuckin great!

P.S. Biter practice was JUST cancelled. Son of a bitch, Denny!

Found Out All My Heroes Are Just Parasites

Just showing off. Super stoked about these.

Number 65 of a limited pressing of 205!

Number 43 of a limited pressing of 95!

Considering saving a little bit for after this school year. Moving somewhere, establishing residency, and finishing school somewhere else. I fuckin hate this place.

And will the new Strike Anywhere, Set Your Goals, and and Bouncing Souls please just come the fuck out!!!

P.S. Fuck girls. Still.

P.P.S. Fuck singers for faggot ass indie rock bands that make up a bunch of shit to gain sympathy.

A Story At Three

This is turning into a photoblog. Sometimes it's just easier to show you then tell you.

Of course Adam and the Tank pulled over in front of this sign.


Greek Orthodox Sanctuary


"He's like the Coca-Cola of Italy!"


Greek Dances! [Guess who learned to use effects on tinypic! Fuck you, it was funny at the time]


Spanakopita. Delicious. Greek Fest [Panegyri Fest] was a total success. Bros, culture, foodzz, all good things.


Mr. Matt Gromley. "At The Moment" Good shit.


Tyler Lair in a tu-tu. Always good.


RevHQ.com Vinyl sale! Great way to start a Saturday!


I said it once, I'll say it again... It's a shame I peaked so early.


Mark Beaumont: Hardest 10 yr. old in the history of bad ass. Cory Beaumont: Still not funny.


I believe that is 9th grade? A pop tab bracelet and a bike chain bracelet.



What the hell is wrong with me?

tosh.0

To celebrate my countries independence, I shot all these at my friends.


Cory and I piled tons of shit on Casey while he was driving.


Brand new ink from Brandy Artz!!!


And here this is...

I was on a toilet.



Shit post. Bored watching TV.



Should I go to work tomorrow? Seriously, it's optional.

The Cold Front

I've never been so chill. I just don't give a fuck. Nothing real matters. Only things I've been focusing on and really giving any thought to are money and music.
I don't give a shit about girls. They're all lying, cheating, Sketchy McGetchy, trash whores and they're just fucking annoying. None worth my time.
I don't give a shit about school. Pretty much cause I'm not there right now I guess.
I don't give a shit about God. Not that I don't believe, just haven't felt Him lately, haven't needed Him lately, just doing okay without.

A lot of the time, my "chill" makes me cold. Cold all the way through. I think my heart is broken. Not broken in the sense of romance and that nonsense, but broken in the regular ol' sense of NOT WORKING. I can't love, I can't care, I can't...whatever.

So this blog has been depressing I'm sure, and may come as a shock to my usual readership. But it might just be because the only time I ever get the opportunity to blog is when I'm alone, away from my friends and family and that would bring anyone down right?

I have a small arsenal of explosives that I'm going to detonate tonight. Fuck yeah, you better watch out.

I refuse to be part of a world, refusing learning, refusing thought,

Refusing feeling, refusing heart. Open our eyes so we can see again, unclench our fists so we can feel again. We're forward thinking, but no one cares.

Instead we open our hearts to greed, and it's a fucking killer, it's a fucking disease. It's the cancer in our bones that brought us to our knee'sWhere do you turn when everyone is as guilty?

I refuse to be part of a world, encouraging the suffering. the decline of beauty. The oppression. the depression. though no deliberation to this fucking tragedy?

Who will be the voice for those who haven't one?

Who will be the first to show humility?

Who will be the first to show morality?

Who will be the first to show empathy?

Who will be the first to show sincerity?

To teach me?