| Yo my feisty little anarchists,
Happy holidays.
Absolutely no news on the band yet. It's tough meeting since I don't have a car.
But we're still on board for it. Here's more from my diary!!!!
In The Beginning (11/26/05)
It seems as though things are not going to work. I’ve seen this all before. Patrick lives in Hamilton, I live in Peoria and I have no car. Guy, who lives in Meridian, seems to be the only link between the three of us. Wonder if this going to be as short lived as my college days, but then I least I had fun back then. It’s 10:18 am this Saturday morning, and I’m waiting for a phone call from Guy, if we are going to have that first meeting that should have been held on Tuesday. And two minutes later I wonder if there’s even a slightest chance if I’ll ever see, in person, Guy or Patrick again. Things look dark and grim, but isn’t that how all legends start?
Influences (11/28/05)
If there’s one thing about the music that I listen to, is that it is pretty potent stuff. Like a shot of cocaine, or Everclear, it makes you feel good, relaxed, and comforted without messing up your body with toxicities. There are a lot of different kinds of music but all aren’t the kind of music I would take home and listen to when my feet are flying off the ground into oblivion.
There’s a sense of dignity, pride, truth, honesty, and fun to the music I listen to. Above all things Johnny Cash is not just country. He’s a badass!!! Anyway whatever the genre, whether it is punk, rock, or Irish, it has to have a mood. It has to have heart. It has to have soul. It has to have love. It has to be lukewarm, with a squishy disposition, and gets extra points if it buys me a drink. (Oh the Streams of whiskey flowing)
The music has to come alive, bring back the dead, and state the end of the world. It’s a wildflower, with a bloom that will engulf the entire universe, sometimes without ever being discovered. It’s a treasure. It’s a mystery. It’s the very air that we all breathe. It’s the problems we face justified, sooner or later, that we throw to hounds and move on. It’s life!!!
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