/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [ruht] Show IPA ,noun, verb, rut-ted, rut-ting.
–noun
1.
a furrow or track in the ground, esp. one made by the passage of a vehicle or vehicles.
2.
any furrow, groove, etc.
3.
a fixed or established mode of procedure or course of life, usually dull or unpromising: to fall into a rut.
–verb (used with object)
4.
to make a rut or ruts in; furrow.
How often do we find ourselves in one of these definitions of this same word. In one way or another? I let myself slide into definiton 3 too often. It seems to me that the catalyst is always clutter. A couple of years ago my job cut my hours to about 15 a week. So, I worked 2 jobs to make ends meet. One minimum wage (5.15/hr) and one off of tips. My water pump and timing belt went out in my car while taking a delivery for said job. This, along with a couple of bad descisions helped me max out a credit card or two. In order to make ends meet, and keep up with hanging out with my friends who, at the time, had little or no bills, I let my own finances pile up. Instead of getting my ass in gear and taking initiative, I played music and traveled. Most of my money went to that.
Suddenly my 1200 in credit card bills was closing in on 4000. Paying the minimum payment would only, really cover the over the limit charges that would occour every month that I didn't send them the $600 to catch up my cards. Even tho it took almost a year to dig into this storm of bad descisions, it seemd like this just happened overnight. I felt like a total piece of crap, and to boot, my credit score reflected the same. I was in a rut. The funny thing was, being in this rut, should have been my motivation to get out of it, and fast. The reality was, the more it piled up, the more I wanted to just act like it wasnt there. Finally, I took care of it and consolidated them, and within a year or so completely paid them off. Now I have to get a cosigner for a Gap card if I want one.
One of the worst things about being in a rut isn't the rut itself; it's the fact that once you are there you start clinging to the things that do make you happy, and that do make you feel like everything is buisiness as usual. For me it has been everything from Jesus, to Wild Turkey. Don't get me wrong, These are things I still enjoy to this day, for the most part. Finding what makes you happy when you are in a rut is important. When it becomes your escape, it becomes a problem. I have had about 3 different times in my life where I felt the need to stop drinking. I can call it whatever I want, but it just became something that was too important to me for as miniscule of a part of me that it really was. It always happens about mid-autumn, when the days get shorter. When I get out of work at 6:30 and its already dark. Night time makes me want to either sleep, or go out. Many times I choose the later. So I wake up in time to go to work. I see about 15 minutes of daylight each day like that. Before I know it, I am in a rut.
Here is my point. Every day I read someone's twitter post, or myspace bulletin, or facebook update, Someone, will have something utterly depressing to say. I'm not talking about someone saying "I just got done scraping dog shit off of my nikes, and then stepped in the same pile of crap on the way to my car.. FML", I'm talking about this all around emptiness and hopelessness that we are carrying from our youth all the way through our adulthood. Does social networking perpetuate this? Is it the 24 hour news? Is it the constant barrage of information that we process through the day?
It seems to me that today, for alot of people, life in America is like a red hot pepper covered in chocolate that nobody told you about. Its sweet at first taste, but once you bite in, you are committed, and it burns the entire way as it goes down. Are we truly this disenfranchised? If so, is it worth the effort it would take for us to do anything more than to constantly destroy our brains and our bodies? If it is truly this bad, how is it going to effect the next generation behind us? Has this party till you puke/girls gone wild new millenium lifestyle been forcefed to us by a new world order so that we will all die young and we won't freak out when we turn 72 and have no social security check coming in? Could it be?
I was led to believe in school that working in a resturant was not a respectable career. So I decided that I wasn't going to learn to work a "trade job" like my dad worked. No, i was going to college, and I was going to be a teacher. My test I took in high school said that I would be best fitted to be a welder or do some sort of maintenence. I kind of put myself above having a job like that. Now, I think of how awesome it would be to know how to do anything without having to pay someone to put a new roof on my house, fix my own car, etc.
Some of us went to college and found that it wasn't for us just yet. This didn't fit the time frame that we had set for ourselves since we were 12 or 13 years old. We took the jobs that we said we never would take. Instead of being happy about being able to pay our bills and have a few bucks to go get a beer when we were done, we decided that the world had shit on us. I'll be the first to say that I did too. It wasn't our parents fault, our teachers faults, George W Bush's fault, or any of the above. It's simply the hand that we played with the cards we were dealt. Most of us are where we are because of the descisions we have made.
Some of us stay in relationships out of habit. This can have all three definitions of the word rut. You start going down a beaten path. You can't get out. You have a love/hate relationship with your significant other, you just don't want to be the bad guy. You know the one, closed mouthed kisses, holding hands but not making eye contact, a fuck without a kiss. Where are we going with relationships like this? Do we really see ourselves happier in 5 years? If the answer is yes. Fight for it. Make small changes every day in what you do. Take small steps every day to let the person you are in love with know that you care. If the answer is no, get out of it. Get rid of the clutter in your life.
My point in all of this is. Its hard to get out of a rut. It is hard to find a good start in clearing the clutter out of your life, and making small changes to the descisions you have made. I have tried to meditate, I always fell asleep and woke up stressed that I forgot to do something. Today you should try something new. When you take that first smoke break, instead of hitting that camel, stand on your porch, steps, stoop, or break area, close your eyes and take 10 deep breaths. I mean fill your lungs untill you have no room, and then breathe out. If you want to, close your eyes and stretch. Get your blood pumping, make yourself remember what it feels like to be alive. This above all is the most important part.
Life.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Rad State of Affairs
When i was 15 years old. I told my father that I wanted no part of this American dream. It wasn't for me. The house, the yard, The job i hate, the inability to do what i want, whenever i want, becuase i have to pay for what I don't need, and sometimes don't even want.
He understood my discust with greed. He was on the fence between offended, and excited for me. If my faith teaches me that it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than it is for a rich man to get to heaven, why is it only proper to work your entire life to become rich? If pride is sinful, why do we dress in our finest clothes, that we pay a little bit extra for, and comb our hairs a certain way, and tuck our shirts in when we go to church on sunday? Why do we pray to God, to allow us to get that raise that will make our lives a little more comfortable? Was it a big deal that I may be "flipping burgers all my life and never making anything out of myself"?
Beyond that, why do our older conservative, chrisitan leaders/elders hound the youth to vote a certain way. If you vote democrat, you allow a door to be opened for abortion to run rampant. Our babies are being slaughtered by the millions. God should have decided when they died. Euthenasia will be come legal, our older most beloved people, will be able to kill themselves unchecked, just because life is pain. Lets strip God of his humanity for a second. As is. God is a creator. Once we proved faulty in the first place, We were to be destroyed. Thats the reason we have Christ, right? In that, maybe those little unborn babies, and Cancer ridden old ladies and men, and Terry Schiavo were pre-destined to die that way. Why do these same Conservative Christian Right heads tell us right from wrong with one hand, and then with the other hand, buy goods from parts of the world where indigenous/tribal/simple lives were either enslaved or slaughtered to take over the goods of the area at a cheaper price. Maybe it was God's will for a logging company to enslave a village in south america, Take their resources, and then kill the people after they were finished, so that we could buy the lumber to build our houses for half the price. Or force kids into a diamond mine for 18 hours a day so that we can pay a full month's salary to put a sparkly ring on our new bride's finger. Or to encrust the platinum that is going to cover up some jackass's top row of teeth.
The whole "American Dream" seemed to me, as far away from both my faith, and from the other end of the spectrum, the punk rock subculture that I wanted to be a part of. To me my faith didn't depend on if i drank, said fuck alot, or listened to fast shitty music. It was and is about how i treat people. How i can make someone's day better, how I can use what abilities i have to make someone's life easier. Be it through music, cooking, talking, driving, playing golf, whatever. I wanted everything i do to somehow lighten up someone's mood,nerves,day,life.
One day I wanted to have a wife and a house and kids and that stuff, but i wanted it simple, no more than i need. Nothing flashy.
Then I fell in love with a girl. She was a little out of my league. To boot, her family was a little better off than mine. They were the kind, tho, that weren't the type that i hated. That helped. After a 6 month engagement, we got married. The wedding was beautiful, but immediately, my simple bones threw in a stumbling block. I had about $400 saved up to take with us onour honeymoon. That was a substancial amount of money for me then, and even now. A few weeks prior, i thought to myself. The day after our wedding, we are driving to virginia for our honeymoon, why do we need to spend $100 on a hotel the night after our wedding.
So, i cancelled the room. When we got to my apartment, I realized that I hadn't cleaned or made the bed or anything. It was a let down for her. It was a big one. In my mind, it wasn't a huge deal, outside of my mother, who is as much like another guy, I hadn't really gained the understanding of how certain things were super special to women. My mom had alot of let downs in her life, and laughed about them, and didn't seem bothered. I figured everything was as little of a deal to every woman as it was to her. This was something that i didn't know was going to be something had a lasting impact on not only my marriage, but also, the way that my wife viewed me as a husband. I had always had to struggle to get by, so it was nothing new to me. I think for the first time, she realized that it wasn't going to be easy, and that the fact that i was that used to not having or doing, wasn't going to make it any easier on her. I didn't realize any of this at the time tho, She told me some years later. It made me want to die.
She was always super supportive of irom. I wanted to quit a few times. She refused to let me. She told me that since at the time she had no ambition in life, she would share mine and do what it took here at home to make things work for me to tour or whatever. She's a good woman.
We made ends meet, and it was easier than i had expected.
As life goes on, we recieved an offer on a house. It would make our house payment $75 more. Suddenly I had a mortgage. That following year, Crystals car started messing up, So we Bought her a new car. Nothing had really changed that much, we were making a little bit more money, so it was helping out a little bit, but then, after irom/takenaway weren't doing anything anymore, and everyone was kind of in a standstill in life, My wife got pregnant and we had a baby. With that, i decided that my pickup truck wasn't the right car for a family, so i bought a mini van.
So today, I'm here, dead center in the middle of my 20's. I have a house, a fenced in yard, Dogs, a minivan, a receiding hair line, a wife and a baby. I wake up and drink coffee, and go to my desk job. I talk about how bad i hate it. I have high blood pressure, My wife works, and we make ends meet. The same thing we did form day one, just with more shit.
So i wonder. Have I been living the american dream all this time?
Did i trip over something and fall into it?
Is it something unavoidable?
Or is it a process that can be used to describe each and every one of our walks through life.
Maybe my dad understood becasue that was him 30 years ago.
Maybe
He understood my discust with greed. He was on the fence between offended, and excited for me. If my faith teaches me that it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than it is for a rich man to get to heaven, why is it only proper to work your entire life to become rich? If pride is sinful, why do we dress in our finest clothes, that we pay a little bit extra for, and comb our hairs a certain way, and tuck our shirts in when we go to church on sunday? Why do we pray to God, to allow us to get that raise that will make our lives a little more comfortable? Was it a big deal that I may be "flipping burgers all my life and never making anything out of myself"?
Beyond that, why do our older conservative, chrisitan leaders/elders hound the youth to vote a certain way. If you vote democrat, you allow a door to be opened for abortion to run rampant. Our babies are being slaughtered by the millions. God should have decided when they died. Euthenasia will be come legal, our older most beloved people, will be able to kill themselves unchecked, just because life is pain. Lets strip God of his humanity for a second. As is. God is a creator. Once we proved faulty in the first place, We were to be destroyed. Thats the reason we have Christ, right? In that, maybe those little unborn babies, and Cancer ridden old ladies and men, and Terry Schiavo were pre-destined to die that way. Why do these same Conservative Christian Right heads tell us right from wrong with one hand, and then with the other hand, buy goods from parts of the world where indigenous/tribal/simple lives were either enslaved or slaughtered to take over the goods of the area at a cheaper price. Maybe it was God's will for a logging company to enslave a village in south america, Take their resources, and then kill the people after they were finished, so that we could buy the lumber to build our houses for half the price. Or force kids into a diamond mine for 18 hours a day so that we can pay a full month's salary to put a sparkly ring on our new bride's finger. Or to encrust the platinum that is going to cover up some jackass's top row of teeth.
The whole "American Dream" seemed to me, as far away from both my faith, and from the other end of the spectrum, the punk rock subculture that I wanted to be a part of. To me my faith didn't depend on if i drank, said fuck alot, or listened to fast shitty music. It was and is about how i treat people. How i can make someone's day better, how I can use what abilities i have to make someone's life easier. Be it through music, cooking, talking, driving, playing golf, whatever. I wanted everything i do to somehow lighten up someone's mood,nerves,day,life.
One day I wanted to have a wife and a house and kids and that stuff, but i wanted it simple, no more than i need. Nothing flashy.
Then I fell in love with a girl. She was a little out of my league. To boot, her family was a little better off than mine. They were the kind, tho, that weren't the type that i hated. That helped. After a 6 month engagement, we got married. The wedding was beautiful, but immediately, my simple bones threw in a stumbling block. I had about $400 saved up to take with us onour honeymoon. That was a substancial amount of money for me then, and even now. A few weeks prior, i thought to myself. The day after our wedding, we are driving to virginia for our honeymoon, why do we need to spend $100 on a hotel the night after our wedding.
So, i cancelled the room. When we got to my apartment, I realized that I hadn't cleaned or made the bed or anything. It was a let down for her. It was a big one. In my mind, it wasn't a huge deal, outside of my mother, who is as much like another guy, I hadn't really gained the understanding of how certain things were super special to women. My mom had alot of let downs in her life, and laughed about them, and didn't seem bothered. I figured everything was as little of a deal to every woman as it was to her. This was something that i didn't know was going to be something had a lasting impact on not only my marriage, but also, the way that my wife viewed me as a husband. I had always had to struggle to get by, so it was nothing new to me. I think for the first time, she realized that it wasn't going to be easy, and that the fact that i was that used to not having or doing, wasn't going to make it any easier on her. I didn't realize any of this at the time tho, She told me some years later. It made me want to die.
She was always super supportive of irom. I wanted to quit a few times. She refused to let me. She told me that since at the time she had no ambition in life, she would share mine and do what it took here at home to make things work for me to tour or whatever. She's a good woman.
We made ends meet, and it was easier than i had expected.
As life goes on, we recieved an offer on a house. It would make our house payment $75 more. Suddenly I had a mortgage. That following year, Crystals car started messing up, So we Bought her a new car. Nothing had really changed that much, we were making a little bit more money, so it was helping out a little bit, but then, after irom/takenaway weren't doing anything anymore, and everyone was kind of in a standstill in life, My wife got pregnant and we had a baby. With that, i decided that my pickup truck wasn't the right car for a family, so i bought a mini van.
So today, I'm here, dead center in the middle of my 20's. I have a house, a fenced in yard, Dogs, a minivan, a receiding hair line, a wife and a baby. I wake up and drink coffee, and go to my desk job. I talk about how bad i hate it. I have high blood pressure, My wife works, and we make ends meet. The same thing we did form day one, just with more shit.
So i wonder. Have I been living the american dream all this time?
Did i trip over something and fall into it?
Is it something unavoidable?
Or is it a process that can be used to describe each and every one of our walks through life.
Maybe my dad understood becasue that was him 30 years ago.
Maybe
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Damaged Young Livers
My youth is dwendling like a carrot on a string
and i'm the jackass, who keeps moving on.
Each passing day, I get a little bit older
A little more overwhelmed,
and haven't taken a step forward.
But ever so carefully I force it out
I tread light with dilligence.
I sing songs to bring a smile to your lips
We talk about the good times.
Do you remember the time that our friend
swallowed his sorrow, and said i'll let it go.
But then a week later he saw them out,
and beat that kid untill his movements were ferel
and he lurched about in such a gutteral tone.
Do you remember the time that our friend hit the bottom
we didn't see him for days, But he still forced a smile.
and you could taste the hurt he was feeling as it seeped
through the air and chilled to your bones.
Do you remember the time you came in and we drank ourselves stupid
We reminisced on the times that we spent with no reason
or purpose, our lives weren't driven, we led a worthless existance
and it was priceless to us. And man, The kids are younger
they're going through it, and your little brother is a part of it too.
These are the times, These are the reasons, This is the sand in the hour glass
Trickling down but never wasting, recycling words of the moments passed.
these are the times, these are the reasons, these are the kids that can't grow up, the young livers damaged, time that we wasted, getting wasted, and wasting money. money we didn't have.
and thats something we'll never lose.
and i'm the jackass, who keeps moving on.
Each passing day, I get a little bit older
A little more overwhelmed,
and haven't taken a step forward.
But ever so carefully I force it out
I tread light with dilligence.
I sing songs to bring a smile to your lips
We talk about the good times.
Do you remember the time that our friend
swallowed his sorrow, and said i'll let it go.
But then a week later he saw them out,
and beat that kid untill his movements were ferel
and he lurched about in such a gutteral tone.
Do you remember the time that our friend hit the bottom
we didn't see him for days, But he still forced a smile.
and you could taste the hurt he was feeling as it seeped
through the air and chilled to your bones.
Do you remember the time you came in and we drank ourselves stupid
We reminisced on the times that we spent with no reason
or purpose, our lives weren't driven, we led a worthless existance
and it was priceless to us. And man, The kids are younger
they're going through it, and your little brother is a part of it too.
These are the times, These are the reasons, This is the sand in the hour glass
Trickling down but never wasting, recycling words of the moments passed.
these are the times, these are the reasons, these are the kids that can't grow up, the young livers damaged, time that we wasted, getting wasted, and wasting money. money we didn't have.
and thats something we'll never lose.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
200gr8
2008 brought me a year of optomism. Crystal was pregnant with evamae. My bands weren't as active as they once had been. THe hideaway was getting killer shows, and more kids were coming out to said shows. Early in the year I had the day off of work. Crystal was at work, and i decided i wanted to go to a show in charlotte with the rest of the crew. I crashed ben and justin's apartment around 11 a.m. with a whole gang of 40's. This prompted Justing to skip class and follow suit. so at 1.pm when we were leaving for charlotte, I was already blackout drunk. We arrived in charlotte for the show, adn whilst standing in line i realized i had a knife on my person. I had to take it back to the car. The show was amazing. I was getting hungover. Afterwards we ate at dennys. If i remember right, will and I had the boneless wings. I puked my ass off screamin at mel mel. Soon after my great pal, close buddy, and tight bro, Derek Smith moved back to the tri citites from NC. They all moved into this sweet house. I had nothing to do most of the time. SO i hung out there alot. I joined a band with chris and will and jason, called sundale. It was alot of fun. To this date it is one of my favorite bands. We played pretty regularly, but when crystal got closer to the big day, I kind of quit booking shows. As you would expect. Will aslo joined stand your ground, so that took most of his time. In july Crystal finally popped evamae out. I suddenly had this tiny 6 pound piece of perfection. That was cool.
Life since then has been really a blur of shows, and work.
I can't discern.
I must digress.
this is the end of my story.
All of our lives are stories worth telling. I encourage you to do so. Write a song about the good time, write a song about the bad times, Sing a song during the boring times. But, always be making noise.
Life since then has been really a blur of shows, and work.
I can't discern.
I must digress.
this is the end of my story.
All of our lives are stories worth telling. I encourage you to do so. Write a song about the good time, write a song about the bad times, Sing a song during the boring times. But, always be making noise.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
2007 reasons i hate myself... Sometimes
By Feb 2007, i was sick and fucking tired of being responsible for the kingsport work force. I decided that if i saw one more server snort a pill, or pass a sack of grass on premisis I would personally send them home for life, and if my boss didn't back me, i'd leave too. Bear in mind, It doesn't bother me to see people have fun. IT does bother me to see people unable to function because they are fucking strung out on oc's, Especially when they are preparing food. I digress.
Taken Away had just finished our mostly NC world tour, things were looking up, and we were to go record in spring @East KY Sound. By this point we had a small label from Phillie that wanted to put it out for us. So it was a killer feeling. I was the most excited musically that i've ever been in my life.
I was in one of my "i don't party" phases. I used to fall in and out of them. I didn't believe that there was a healthy medium for me. Anyway. It was a bullshit winter. I was sick of being sick, and cold, and miserable. Randy, my dear friend, asked me if i wanted to come to MB and watch slayer with him. So me and joey, armed with about 50 bucks a piece, and some chesse its left after work one night, and drove through the night to Myrtle Beach. Berfore the show we went and ate at some place near the hob. Randy's roommate and his friends got me good and drunk before the show.
I didn't mind.
Slayer were amazing.
The next day upon our arrival to JC. Joey broke edge. In leu of slayer being baddass.
My birthday was a few weeks later. My best friend now thrashed too. We partied for 4 days straight.
On the 5th day, i drove snake eyes to get the oil changed. I turned the radio to 101.5 and i hear
"spent the last year, rocky mountain way, couldn't get much hiiiiiigher"
It made me chuckle a little.
Crystal was working 3rd shift. She didn't seem to mind it. I never had anything to do, and was making better money since i moved my operation back to johnson city, and was working the hideaway and johnny bruscos. I didn't really have anything better to do than to at night than to go out and rage wherever everybody else was raging.
Suddenly i was back in shitheadville. I don't regret it, i don't think.
Taken away wasn't really at the tip of anyone's tounges in the band anymore. John Wes and jeoy had panzer. I was playing in goldenarm, it was a fun time. Joey and i talked about how he was going on ozzfest that year with showdown. Apparently nobody else in the band knew. We played a few shows. After we recorded that ep. and Tried to do a mini tour that May. with gnarwolf, and Lex vegas. We only made it to 2 of the shows. I think it kind of hurt nathans feelings. We couldn't all get off of work tho. I felt bad.
It was honestly a very frustraiting thing for me that i saw everyone and partied with everyone, but nobdy wanted to practice or play shows. Then joey left for ozzfest. I didn't really talk to anyone in TA except johnman.
I went to hang out at the charlotte date with my bro. We got shit hammered off of High life and Jager and started smashing bottles, and heckling this hill full of shitheads trying to get girls to show thier titz.
At one point Kevin talley tried to kick over the porto=john joey was using, that was funny. Then after it got dark, and we smashed more bottles, and raised more hell. The guitar tech from behemoth came out and said "C'mon guys quit smashing fuckin bottles, we gotta drive our busses through this!"
Joey exclaimed "fuck you faggot, don't you worship satan? Well if satan was here with me, he would be smashing bottles and telling you to FUCK YOU!"
I laughed untill i almost cried.
We really didn't play as aband after that. We just burned out together. We went to gatsbys every wed night and did karaoki, and just raged. That year i guess, wasn't a waste tho. I let off alot of steam, and became alot less high strung over the course of that year. All in all, it was a good year.
One day, I woke up with the worst hangover/cold/feellikeshit i could remember. I didn't have any dayquil, so, I Took 2 hits off of my bong, Took a dose of nyquil, drank an energy drink, and went to work to start a double Waiting tables. I was in the fuckin zone.
Then around I'd say 3 pm, crystal calls, hysterical. Thats when i found out I was going to be a dad.
Big things were happening for skeletonpecker at this time. We were jamming holes out, and loving it. That next day joey and I were heading to Skeletonpecker practice, wehn i receive another hysterical phone call that went like this. "i'm pregnant, and you don't care about anything except getting stoned with joey, and acting like a dumbass"
Of course that was one of my favorite things on earth to do, but that wasn't what i cared about, or even thought about. So i had to make the descision tha tover the course of a few months i would substancially cut back on my green intake. I pretty much quit all together.
The rest of my year just revolved around going out when i could, Work, and Work.
Nothing overthetop memorable.
Oh yeah once johnny sixguns thought it would be funny to drop the N bomb from stage at the hideaway. It was so obsecene that even TimDave was pissed off.
It was a good year for shows in jc too. There were alot of metalcore shows, but, alot of new faces started showing up, adn that makes me happy.
Taken Away had just finished our mostly NC world tour, things were looking up, and we were to go record in spring @East KY Sound. By this point we had a small label from Phillie that wanted to put it out for us. So it was a killer feeling. I was the most excited musically that i've ever been in my life.
I was in one of my "i don't party" phases. I used to fall in and out of them. I didn't believe that there was a healthy medium for me. Anyway. It was a bullshit winter. I was sick of being sick, and cold, and miserable. Randy, my dear friend, asked me if i wanted to come to MB and watch slayer with him. So me and joey, armed with about 50 bucks a piece, and some chesse its left after work one night, and drove through the night to Myrtle Beach. Berfore the show we went and ate at some place near the hob. Randy's roommate and his friends got me good and drunk before the show.
I didn't mind.
Slayer were amazing.
The next day upon our arrival to JC. Joey broke edge. In leu of slayer being baddass.
My birthday was a few weeks later. My best friend now thrashed too. We partied for 4 days straight.
On the 5th day, i drove snake eyes to get the oil changed. I turned the radio to 101.5 and i hear
"spent the last year, rocky mountain way, couldn't get much hiiiiiigher"
It made me chuckle a little.
Crystal was working 3rd shift. She didn't seem to mind it. I never had anything to do, and was making better money since i moved my operation back to johnson city, and was working the hideaway and johnny bruscos. I didn't really have anything better to do than to at night than to go out and rage wherever everybody else was raging.
Suddenly i was back in shitheadville. I don't regret it, i don't think.
Taken away wasn't really at the tip of anyone's tounges in the band anymore. John Wes and jeoy had panzer. I was playing in goldenarm, it was a fun time. Joey and i talked about how he was going on ozzfest that year with showdown. Apparently nobody else in the band knew. We played a few shows. After we recorded that ep. and Tried to do a mini tour that May. with gnarwolf, and Lex vegas. We only made it to 2 of the shows. I think it kind of hurt nathans feelings. We couldn't all get off of work tho. I felt bad.
It was honestly a very frustraiting thing for me that i saw everyone and partied with everyone, but nobdy wanted to practice or play shows. Then joey left for ozzfest. I didn't really talk to anyone in TA except johnman.
I went to hang out at the charlotte date with my bro. We got shit hammered off of High life and Jager and started smashing bottles, and heckling this hill full of shitheads trying to get girls to show thier titz.
At one point Kevin talley tried to kick over the porto=john joey was using, that was funny. Then after it got dark, and we smashed more bottles, and raised more hell. The guitar tech from behemoth came out and said "C'mon guys quit smashing fuckin bottles, we gotta drive our busses through this!"
Joey exclaimed "fuck you faggot, don't you worship satan? Well if satan was here with me, he would be smashing bottles and telling you to FUCK YOU!"
I laughed untill i almost cried.
We really didn't play as aband after that. We just burned out together. We went to gatsbys every wed night and did karaoki, and just raged. That year i guess, wasn't a waste tho. I let off alot of steam, and became alot less high strung over the course of that year. All in all, it was a good year.
One day, I woke up with the worst hangover/cold/feellikeshit i could remember. I didn't have any dayquil, so, I Took 2 hits off of my bong, Took a dose of nyquil, drank an energy drink, and went to work to start a double Waiting tables. I was in the fuckin zone.
Then around I'd say 3 pm, crystal calls, hysterical. Thats when i found out I was going to be a dad.
Big things were happening for skeletonpecker at this time. We were jamming holes out, and loving it. That next day joey and I were heading to Skeletonpecker practice, wehn i receive another hysterical phone call that went like this. "i'm pregnant, and you don't care about anything except getting stoned with joey, and acting like a dumbass"
Of course that was one of my favorite things on earth to do, but that wasn't what i cared about, or even thought about. So i had to make the descision tha tover the course of a few months i would substancially cut back on my green intake. I pretty much quit all together.
The rest of my year just revolved around going out when i could, Work, and Work.
Nothing overthetop memorable.
Oh yeah once johnny sixguns thought it would be funny to drop the N bomb from stage at the hideaway. It was so obsecene that even TimDave was pissed off.
It was a good year for shows in jc too. There were alot of metalcore shows, but, alot of new faces started showing up, adn that makes me happy.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Ship Shape
We tried to embarq on our tour on December 26. For one reason or another this didn't happen. Instead we drove to columbia south carolina to watch Have Heart, Kids like us, and where it ends. Day 2 was in summerville SC. It was awesome. I dont' remember the bands we played with, but regardless it was a killer show. The kid that let us stay with him had a super nice house and was an all around kiler guy. That next day was New Years Eve 2005. We played in Savannah GA. We got there kind of early, ate, and loaded in. It was in the basement of Rude Rudy's pizza in downtown. Man it was the funnest show i've ever played. There were 80 or so kids packed in there, all going crazy for every band. Once loaded in, i decided to adventure abou tthe town since it was new years eve. Rawg ended up drunk sway talking to this chick in the hyatt downtown that was trying to get him to take off his warriors hoodie. I ordered ayard tall rum and coke with 3 extra shots. By the time it was time for us to play i was out of it, i left soon after. Called the wife at midnight and told her happy new years, then spaced out for 2 days. I wasn't drunk or high or anything, i just got caught up, the next thign i know I'm in daytona eating an orange straight off of the tree so i call her to tell her about the tree. She says "hello, oh hi, you're alive huh?" Needless to say it was a ballbreaking i deserved.
The rest of the tour went pretty well, Minus the crackhouse we stayed at in tampa where the dude and his pizzaface girlfriend were having relations on the bed that we were in the floor right beside.. We were up and gone by 7:40 that day to find out that our next show was cancelled, So we drove up to the panhandle and stayed in Panama City with Randy and the dudes from Caldwell/Jump the shark. We played minigolf, and I bought some Legal Smoke from the headshop. It was a good day i guess. We found out later that night our fort walton beach show never got booked. Jon did a knockup job with this tour. The next day we ate ci ci's then drove home, We made it to Johnson city with $9.
The next day we played with secret lives at the hideaway. I fucking love my home.
That march, i guess, we recorded the Benedict EP. For a DIY effort, we sold alot of that e.p. I think people were pretty into it. As far as being from the heart, The lyrics for that EP were very personal. They were like letters to the friends that they are about. I was volunteering in the morning at a church outreach downtown. It was a coffee shop for homeless people. I got alot out of it. You could discern between the bums and the legit homeless. It broke my heart to go there and talk to some of these guys. But what can you do?
That spring we had what would probably be the best shows to date booked. We were to Play Brockton, Nashua, Westernmass, Maine, and Long island. The mass/up shows were with Cutthroat, the long island show was with Life in Your Way, Aloveforenemies and a few others.
Due to our van being fucked up and us not having money or cars reliable enough for the journey we didnt' go on this mini-tour. but thats w/e. It happens. Its all in how hard you are ready to work.
We tried to book another small tour that summer, but it didn't work out, we ended up playing like 2 shows. one in Blacksburg, and One in Harrisonburg. They were fun. Joey airborne crept on some scene girls.
Nathan was in a band called Push to Shove. A really kickass skinheadesque hardcore band. They are probably one of the best bands of that style to be from around here. It sucks that they didn't play for that long.
Over the course of about 6 months some things were stewing between our circle of friends. Someone had done a major misdeed as far as trust was concerned. It was nobody in IROM, but people that were connected to us. It was something that was looked into for a long time, and when the shit hit the fan, I handled it the totally wrong way.
Eric Rogers has been a close friend of mine since i was 16 or 17. He's a different kind of guy, with a really big heart for his friends. Instead of going to him first things first with this problem, I just let the powers that be work them out, since it didn't directly effect either of us. When it all came down, he didn't speak to me for like 2 weeks, and after a show i finally blew up on him. I called him a bitch, told him he was acting like a woman, said everything i could say to make him feel like shit. Then i told him to take his shit out of the van and take it home himself. 20 Minutes later I called nathan and asked him to replace rogers.
Not directly because of, but because of the events leading up to this meltdown. I lost a good year and a half of friendship. It sucks, try just seeing your best friend around that you have hung out with every day for years, and not look them in the eye or even say hey to them.
Scandalous women can make this happen for you. Eric. this one's for you.
With nathan in the band, andour music going in another direction. We changed our name to taken away. We started writing faster, heavier music. I loved it. Also with this new material, it kind of formed a concept album of sorts. I kind of drew back from working at the outreach.
One particular song, Hell is Now. Was about this kid that was homeless and orphaned. He lived out on the street here in jc bc once he turned 18, his foster care was finished. He came in one day and told me that someone picked him up to help do some work at their house, and then raped him. He acted like it wasn't a big deal. The guy was a doctor at one of the hospitals, according to this kid. I think the kid was autistic, there was something off with him. Someone took advantage of that. Once i realized what was going on i called the cops so that he could file a report and get checked out. I offered to pay for him to go to the clinic. I could feel my soul dying for this kid. Once the cops took him for the report, i locked up the coffee shop and broke down.
I called out sick for work that day. I don't know why, but for that one day i lost all faith in god and humanity. The more that i worked at the outreach, the more that i found out about this wierd underground of johnson city where alot of the homeless who are addicts and what not, were preyed on by deviant, predatory,horrible people. It made me ill to think about. These guys were drinking mouthwash to get fucked up bc it was cheaper than beer. That summer, i left the outreach and started working in kingsport. Honestly I haven't thought much about it untill right now.
That December-Jan we did a mini-tour with nathan on guitar. It was pretty sweet. We played Spartainburg, Greenville, Charlotte, Greensboro, and Winston Salem. Mostly Skateparks, tatto shops, and stuff like that. Everything went smoothly. I started the tour with a stomach virus. Joey had a cold. By the end of the week, i had a cold and he had the stomach virus.
I'm going to leave you with some lyrics. I wrote these when i worked the outreach.
Break the Mold and, Throw away the cast
You've got nobody fooled you two toned- iscariot.
Hello Dr jeckyl. Good morning mr hyde.
you spit poison with the mouth that medicates.
and you kill with the hand that heals.
(and in due time)
I don't know where and I don't know how,
but you've got yours coming. As soon as you let your guard down
and look the other way.
They will be right here, and we will be right here.
waiting in the shadows, We're going to put it in your fuckin face.
And when life comes down to the wrong you have done and the lives you've done to them.
you'll live like the life that you take.
You wanna live in it?
you got everybody living in it.
Hell is now
and you're faced with the lives of the ones that won't fight back.
hell is now
and you feast on the blood of the once with nowhere to run.
hell is now.
You wanna live in it? you got everybody living in it.
Hell is now.
American Gatorade__
And the sun comes up as he puts his hand and the bottle to his lips again.
he faces another day, and man i'd like to see things through your eyes.
Well, walk with me you'll see, Where do you lay your head?, where do you break your bread?
Well, let me take you to the place that i call home. You don't spit unless you are spit on. You've got so much to lose, you don't fuck with a man that lives in the street.
we slum the slums with the whores and the hags, We're even mocked by the trannies in drag
Ran out of money, Well i'm goddamn drinking listerine, We don't wanna be clean. We're the scum of the earth.
And let me take you to the place that i call home. Don't spit unless you are spit on. You got so much to lose, you don't fuck with a man that lives in the street.
you slum the slums with the whores and the hags. Even mocked by the trannies in drag, Ran out of money, well i'm God Damned, Drinking listerine. We don't wanna be clean.
We're the scum of the earth., We're the scum of the earth.
Don't fuck with us.
The rest of the tour went pretty well, Minus the crackhouse we stayed at in tampa where the dude and his pizzaface girlfriend were having relations on the bed that we were in the floor right beside.. We were up and gone by 7:40 that day to find out that our next show was cancelled, So we drove up to the panhandle and stayed in Panama City with Randy and the dudes from Caldwell/Jump the shark. We played minigolf, and I bought some Legal Smoke from the headshop. It was a good day i guess. We found out later that night our fort walton beach show never got booked. Jon did a knockup job with this tour. The next day we ate ci ci's then drove home, We made it to Johnson city with $9.
The next day we played with secret lives at the hideaway. I fucking love my home.
That march, i guess, we recorded the Benedict EP. For a DIY effort, we sold alot of that e.p. I think people were pretty into it. As far as being from the heart, The lyrics for that EP were very personal. They were like letters to the friends that they are about. I was volunteering in the morning at a church outreach downtown. It was a coffee shop for homeless people. I got alot out of it. You could discern between the bums and the legit homeless. It broke my heart to go there and talk to some of these guys. But what can you do?
That spring we had what would probably be the best shows to date booked. We were to Play Brockton, Nashua, Westernmass, Maine, and Long island. The mass/up shows were with Cutthroat, the long island show was with Life in Your Way, Aloveforenemies and a few others.
Due to our van being fucked up and us not having money or cars reliable enough for the journey we didnt' go on this mini-tour. but thats w/e. It happens. Its all in how hard you are ready to work.
We tried to book another small tour that summer, but it didn't work out, we ended up playing like 2 shows. one in Blacksburg, and One in Harrisonburg. They were fun. Joey airborne crept on some scene girls.
Nathan was in a band called Push to Shove. A really kickass skinheadesque hardcore band. They are probably one of the best bands of that style to be from around here. It sucks that they didn't play for that long.
Over the course of about 6 months some things were stewing between our circle of friends. Someone had done a major misdeed as far as trust was concerned. It was nobody in IROM, but people that were connected to us. It was something that was looked into for a long time, and when the shit hit the fan, I handled it the totally wrong way.
Eric Rogers has been a close friend of mine since i was 16 or 17. He's a different kind of guy, with a really big heart for his friends. Instead of going to him first things first with this problem, I just let the powers that be work them out, since it didn't directly effect either of us. When it all came down, he didn't speak to me for like 2 weeks, and after a show i finally blew up on him. I called him a bitch, told him he was acting like a woman, said everything i could say to make him feel like shit. Then i told him to take his shit out of the van and take it home himself. 20 Minutes later I called nathan and asked him to replace rogers.
Not directly because of, but because of the events leading up to this meltdown. I lost a good year and a half of friendship. It sucks, try just seeing your best friend around that you have hung out with every day for years, and not look them in the eye or even say hey to them.
Scandalous women can make this happen for you. Eric. this one's for you.
With nathan in the band, andour music going in another direction. We changed our name to taken away. We started writing faster, heavier music. I loved it. Also with this new material, it kind of formed a concept album of sorts. I kind of drew back from working at the outreach.
One particular song, Hell is Now. Was about this kid that was homeless and orphaned. He lived out on the street here in jc bc once he turned 18, his foster care was finished. He came in one day and told me that someone picked him up to help do some work at their house, and then raped him. He acted like it wasn't a big deal. The guy was a doctor at one of the hospitals, according to this kid. I think the kid was autistic, there was something off with him. Someone took advantage of that. Once i realized what was going on i called the cops so that he could file a report and get checked out. I offered to pay for him to go to the clinic. I could feel my soul dying for this kid. Once the cops took him for the report, i locked up the coffee shop and broke down.
I called out sick for work that day. I don't know why, but for that one day i lost all faith in god and humanity. The more that i worked at the outreach, the more that i found out about this wierd underground of johnson city where alot of the homeless who are addicts and what not, were preyed on by deviant, predatory,horrible people. It made me ill to think about. These guys were drinking mouthwash to get fucked up bc it was cheaper than beer. That summer, i left the outreach and started working in kingsport. Honestly I haven't thought much about it untill right now.
That December-Jan we did a mini-tour with nathan on guitar. It was pretty sweet. We played Spartainburg, Greenville, Charlotte, Greensboro, and Winston Salem. Mostly Skateparks, tatto shops, and stuff like that. Everything went smoothly. I started the tour with a stomach virus. Joey had a cold. By the end of the week, i had a cold and he had the stomach virus.
I'm going to leave you with some lyrics. I wrote these when i worked the outreach.
Break the Mold and, Throw away the cast
You've got nobody fooled you two toned- iscariot.
Hello Dr jeckyl. Good morning mr hyde.
you spit poison with the mouth that medicates.
and you kill with the hand that heals.
(and in due time)
I don't know where and I don't know how,
but you've got yours coming. As soon as you let your guard down
and look the other way.
They will be right here, and we will be right here.
waiting in the shadows, We're going to put it in your fuckin face.
And when life comes down to the wrong you have done and the lives you've done to them.
you'll live like the life that you take.
You wanna live in it?
you got everybody living in it.
Hell is now
and you're faced with the lives of the ones that won't fight back.
hell is now
and you feast on the blood of the once with nowhere to run.
hell is now.
You wanna live in it? you got everybody living in it.
Hell is now.
American Gatorade__
And the sun comes up as he puts his hand and the bottle to his lips again.
he faces another day, and man i'd like to see things through your eyes.
Well, walk with me you'll see, Where do you lay your head?, where do you break your bread?
Well, let me take you to the place that i call home. You don't spit unless you are spit on. You've got so much to lose, you don't fuck with a man that lives in the street.
we slum the slums with the whores and the hags, We're even mocked by the trannies in drag
Ran out of money, Well i'm goddamn drinking listerine, We don't wanna be clean. We're the scum of the earth.
And let me take you to the place that i call home. Don't spit unless you are spit on. You got so much to lose, you don't fuck with a man that lives in the street.
you slum the slums with the whores and the hags. Even mocked by the trannies in drag, Ran out of money, well i'm God Damned, Drinking listerine. We don't wanna be clean.
We're the scum of the earth., We're the scum of the earth.
Don't fuck with us.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
(too)thousand Five (part Deux)
Go point a crooked finger, at everyone around.
Broken hearts, broken dreams, but
the band played on, we didn't miss a beat.
Kill the fatted Calf.
Your son that squandered his fortune,
well, he's coming home.
Expecting you to feed him, clothe him, and put him
on his feet, Honestly.
you're more of a man than i am.
I washed the sands from my feet.
You tell me now, Who was the catalyst.
and i double dare you man, Say that again.
We stood up and with a cup half empty and poured out
all we had!
and we gave of ourselves, Till nothing.. nothing was left
and man,
We gave and we gave and we gave and we gave.
Gave of ourselves untill nothing was left, Nothing was left to give
and man, we wouldnot and we could not, no we wouldnt, we couldn't, we Refused.
We refused to Recognize.
It all became so relevant to me in the summer of 05 when you spoke with your forked tounge and, through dirty teeth, dirty teeth, the band played on. The band played on we didn't miss a beat.
But it became too much. Ya it became too much.
Are you fucking serious???
Give us one last dance, Pack your bags and bid your farewells. Benedict, get out of dodge,
Now Johnson City Swims in quicksand, We'll get out soon enough. We'll run like a pack again we will howl at the moon, we're gonna paint the town in red, and howl at the moon, WE'll run like a pack again, enough said.
This is the first time i've ever written a song that blatanly told one of my close friends that i thought that they had fucked up big time.
Its fall, Johnman has practiced with us a few times, and now we is in IROM. Dean has packed his shit and moved away for the first time. It was good for him, he had some stuff to deal with. He's a genuinely good guy. I love him. I don't think we'll ever be as good of buds as we were when he first joined the band and slept on my couch alot, and we went to macrock. Some of the things that bother me the most in life are the things that just are. This falls under that category.
We geared up for yet another small tour at the end of november. This one would be the most assenine/fun yet. Johnman was in the band now in a big way. he was the perfect fit that had just been here forever. He used to come to shows with us when we would play in kentucky back in like 2001-2002. His mother is a saint. We left for our first day of the novemberathon in Chattanooga. This is my favorite town to play. The kids party hard, they come to shows by the dozens. Just all around a killer place. This particular show was with Maylene and the Sons of Disaster those guys were super nice. That day i ate a bunch of nachos on top of a gut full of wild turkey. I puked my ass off. it was cool. I guess. We stayed at jarrods' that night, and the next morning joey and i got into a mini altercation because he was feeding part of a granola bar to jarrod's dog, as his stepdad was coming in. And i was motioning for him to not do so. he took it as me telling him what to do, and we had a 20 second argument. It happens. We then drove to savannah. We had to stop about 20 miles out to get gas. There was a bird farm by the gas station with an ostrich looking bird. Maybe an EMU. Johnman had a dangle cig and was walking toward it and just flapping his arms We played that night in savannah with maylene and the sons of disaster. I spent most of the evening across the street at Fennigans Irish wake. It was sweet. We stayed with john mcclay at his house, it was 20 * inside and his heat was messed up. We found out that next day that our brunswick show was cancelled. So was our Dothan alabama show. We jumped on a show in hinesville with a NuMetal band whose name slips me. These kids were on their hands and knees worship head banging to these guys. Its all good i guess. The hc kids that came to see us with little notice, were cool. However, they were mostly not let in because the owner was kind of nuts. We stayed at a house party that night. Johnman Got but assed naked and sat on the porch eating pop corn.
I love my friends.
The next day, withfunds a little low, i realized it would be quicker for us to jump on a show in charlotte before we headed home. Luke for the Kids was hosting Backstabbers INC @ a garage in north charlotte. He aggreed to let us come and play. It was killer, we sold a few shirts, which put us over the top on our funds getting home. That night, we drove on home getting to Erwin around 5:am. Going up Derek's 14% grade driveway our carburator didn't go out, it just stopped working very well. I had to call AAA who got ther earound 6. Derek took everyone home in his car. I went to mom and dad's and slept for 3 hours then went to work.
Snake Eyes.
Jon from chattanooga was at that time booking our winter tour with WFOF. It was shaping up. Crystal and I bought a house and started moving in, all in all. Killer times.
Now, we didn't have the money to fix snake eyesbefore tour, so we took My truck, and Wes' pt cruiser. IT was killer. Funnest one to date.
I'll talk about it next week.
These were the times that led up to the Benedict EP 2006. I'm going to post the lyrics to a few songs.
(playing blind man)
Let the domino effect, reverse itself, where the last to fall are teh first to breathe a new life into the world that, has since, grown stale, like the seed that was scattered among the rocks, it comes to life with a fire, but withers fast, because the roots won't hold, and I will carry the broken, i will carry the downtrodden,i will make a way for those who are forced to live amongthe thorns. and i will carry the broken, i will carry the downtrodden, i will make away for those forced to live among the thorns.
And i'll be the drink of water, to a world of bitter tounges, and let the truth be heard
you generation of vipers, you strike at each other, you target every weakenss every move you make If you wanna play blind man, then follow the shepherd.
(set 2 dive)
dear everyone that i've hurt, and everyone, that i've let down, the souls that i could not save, and all the friends that i gave up on, and i drank my eyes heavy just to bring comfort to the room, i filled the air with mindless banter, forcing smile after smile, and nothing gives, well this is where it stops. And i whole heartedly apologize and this is where it stops because i refues to look in the eyes of a loving friend again and again and see every word they hold back, and they hold back, hold back every word. Hold back hold back every word. and see you hold back hold back every word, that you wanted to say.... And if the road to hell was paved in good intentions. then i'm set to dive. Set to dive, for the rest of my life, set to dive.
Because when it all comes down to it. its all amoung the smiling few. The ones that aren't scared to stand up and be that guy, sing every word as if it meant as much to you. Sing everyword as if it meant just as much to you.
Its johnson City's vice.
Broken hearts, broken dreams, but
the band played on, we didn't miss a beat.
Kill the fatted Calf.
Your son that squandered his fortune,
well, he's coming home.
Expecting you to feed him, clothe him, and put him
on his feet, Honestly.
you're more of a man than i am.
I washed the sands from my feet.
You tell me now, Who was the catalyst.
and i double dare you man, Say that again.
We stood up and with a cup half empty and poured out
all we had!
and we gave of ourselves, Till nothing.. nothing was left
and man,
We gave and we gave and we gave and we gave.
Gave of ourselves untill nothing was left, Nothing was left to give
and man, we wouldnot and we could not, no we wouldnt, we couldn't, we Refused.
We refused to Recognize.
It all became so relevant to me in the summer of 05 when you spoke with your forked tounge and, through dirty teeth, dirty teeth, the band played on. The band played on we didn't miss a beat.
But it became too much. Ya it became too much.
Are you fucking serious???
Give us one last dance, Pack your bags and bid your farewells. Benedict, get out of dodge,
Now Johnson City Swims in quicksand, We'll get out soon enough. We'll run like a pack again we will howl at the moon, we're gonna paint the town in red, and howl at the moon, WE'll run like a pack again, enough said.
This is the first time i've ever written a song that blatanly told one of my close friends that i thought that they had fucked up big time.
Its fall, Johnman has practiced with us a few times, and now we is in IROM. Dean has packed his shit and moved away for the first time. It was good for him, he had some stuff to deal with. He's a genuinely good guy. I love him. I don't think we'll ever be as good of buds as we were when he first joined the band and slept on my couch alot, and we went to macrock. Some of the things that bother me the most in life are the things that just are. This falls under that category.
We geared up for yet another small tour at the end of november. This one would be the most assenine/fun yet. Johnman was in the band now in a big way. he was the perfect fit that had just been here forever. He used to come to shows with us when we would play in kentucky back in like 2001-2002. His mother is a saint. We left for our first day of the novemberathon in Chattanooga. This is my favorite town to play. The kids party hard, they come to shows by the dozens. Just all around a killer place. This particular show was with Maylene and the Sons of Disaster those guys were super nice. That day i ate a bunch of nachos on top of a gut full of wild turkey. I puked my ass off. it was cool. I guess. We stayed at jarrods' that night, and the next morning joey and i got into a mini altercation because he was feeding part of a granola bar to jarrod's dog, as his stepdad was coming in. And i was motioning for him to not do so. he took it as me telling him what to do, and we had a 20 second argument. It happens. We then drove to savannah. We had to stop about 20 miles out to get gas. There was a bird farm by the gas station with an ostrich looking bird. Maybe an EMU. Johnman had a dangle cig and was walking toward it and just flapping his arms We played that night in savannah with maylene and the sons of disaster. I spent most of the evening across the street at Fennigans Irish wake. It was sweet. We stayed with john mcclay at his house, it was 20 * inside and his heat was messed up. We found out that next day that our brunswick show was cancelled. So was our Dothan alabama show. We jumped on a show in hinesville with a NuMetal band whose name slips me. These kids were on their hands and knees worship head banging to these guys. Its all good i guess. The hc kids that came to see us with little notice, were cool. However, they were mostly not let in because the owner was kind of nuts. We stayed at a house party that night. Johnman Got but assed naked and sat on the porch eating pop corn.
I love my friends.
The next day, withfunds a little low, i realized it would be quicker for us to jump on a show in charlotte before we headed home. Luke for the Kids was hosting Backstabbers INC @ a garage in north charlotte. He aggreed to let us come and play. It was killer, we sold a few shirts, which put us over the top on our funds getting home. That night, we drove on home getting to Erwin around 5:am. Going up Derek's 14% grade driveway our carburator didn't go out, it just stopped working very well. I had to call AAA who got ther earound 6. Derek took everyone home in his car. I went to mom and dad's and slept for 3 hours then went to work.
Snake Eyes.
Jon from chattanooga was at that time booking our winter tour with WFOF. It was shaping up. Crystal and I bought a house and started moving in, all in all. Killer times.
Now, we didn't have the money to fix snake eyesbefore tour, so we took My truck, and Wes' pt cruiser. IT was killer. Funnest one to date.
I'll talk about it next week.
These were the times that led up to the Benedict EP 2006. I'm going to post the lyrics to a few songs.
(playing blind man)
Let the domino effect, reverse itself, where the last to fall are teh first to breathe a new life into the world that, has since, grown stale, like the seed that was scattered among the rocks, it comes to life with a fire, but withers fast, because the roots won't hold, and I will carry the broken, i will carry the downtrodden,i will make a way for those who are forced to live amongthe thorns. and i will carry the broken, i will carry the downtrodden, i will make away for those forced to live among the thorns.
And i'll be the drink of water, to a world of bitter tounges, and let the truth be heard
you generation of vipers, you strike at each other, you target every weakenss every move you make If you wanna play blind man, then follow the shepherd.
(set 2 dive)
dear everyone that i've hurt, and everyone, that i've let down, the souls that i could not save, and all the friends that i gave up on, and i drank my eyes heavy just to bring comfort to the room, i filled the air with mindless banter, forcing smile after smile, and nothing gives, well this is where it stops. And i whole heartedly apologize and this is where it stops because i refues to look in the eyes of a loving friend again and again and see every word they hold back, and they hold back, hold back every word. Hold back hold back every word. and see you hold back hold back every word, that you wanted to say.... And if the road to hell was paved in good intentions. then i'm set to dive. Set to dive, for the rest of my life, set to dive.
Because when it all comes down to it. its all amoung the smiling few. The ones that aren't scared to stand up and be that guy, sing every word as if it meant as much to you. Sing everyword as if it meant just as much to you.
Its johnson City's vice.
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