Red

This is life

We had a nice little concert on saterday.
We played at the Penny Arcade and I can honestly say we uh kinda rocked that little venue. Im pretty darn critical of myself and my band but we did a awsome job. The first song was a flawless violin-guitar rock song that has a small sing-rap verses. The second was a metaphorical song about a man filled with spiritual pride and discovering the beautiful truth through a close friend, this song is fast and has a nice back and forth 6/8 to 4/4 time switch. The wonderful crowd requested a third song from us, we only planned to do two because we were short on time. So, at their raving request, we ran a piano song, on the spot we thew in a musical interlude somewhere in the middle and at the end. We dident really know how to end that song, we just did. All very nice. JJ and Phil acted a fool for a little bit and we almost started our mocking "Generic Song" that bridges all these musical styles, from pop to reggea to core to speed- punk to work-out-video-music to like hip hop and to latin too i think. The song is the same 4 generic chords but we play every style, the common theme of the song is something along the lines of "God is relevent to the youth and stuff". But it dident go anywhere. It was nice that were all comfertable on stage, in spite of a small crowd.
And why not be comfertable?
We certiantly rock.


Let me leave you with lyrics. Nothing like some puzzeling hard core lyrics to just make you wonder what these guys think when their writing songs.

Norma Jean:

Multitudes, Multitudes In The Valley Of Decision!


They rest on the coast and the die is impending.
We pull at the motionless and static,
but the torrent has crowned their heads.
it fills their ears and it makes them ill.
they do not struggle at all.
This will speak of the end, and will not prove false.
It is time to move on with the weapons of faith and love.
Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns.
This world is damned to hell and it's a revelation.
And this is a shallow grave, adn it's on the highest rise,
We stand on its highest crest.
I'll set myself on fire. Com on, watch me burn.
Poisoned now enough to kill ten hundred men.
The harvester's mouth has not gone dry.
[Joel 3:13-16]

be there

Hey,

A.M. has a show. That's my band you know.
Its at the Penny Arcade this Saturday @ about 3:00 o'clock.
Its probably cost about 4-8 bucks
Were doing the show with the famous Save Us, a finney band, and either 20PS or the epilogue.
Thats whats up.

Hope all is fair in the world

Dark and Cold

Hey one and all,
Nice little spring break. Had a couple band practices, hooked up w/ Nate n Mike, watched an insane Thai movie, and got some work done around this old house.
Last Sunday the 17th was our second Sunday helping out the One Light Service band and the whole Lutheran body (in a way). It’s still very hard to suck it up and play some emotionally dry music. I’m getting used to it; it’s a big step from hymns for these guys. Gota stick with it, im glad were there helping.
This morning Mike P took the band out with him to INDUSTRY, oh and Jeff came and playe d conga's. Nice and tight little group of musicians. I don’t want to say that I enjoyed it, kuz it wouldn’t sound right saying I enjoyed visiting a juvenile correction facility. Maybe it would, i duno. But ill say I had a nice time and I uh would like to return.
The kids want to be there to hear what we Got for em and choose to be there. So in that sense it’s kinda better then an average youth group where the kids just come to get out of the house or come for their parents.
I do just like being there among those kids; it feels like you doing the right thing allthough never enough. You really wana just relate to em and talk to them. When we first arrived it was a very dark and cold atmosphere, it took a while to get a smile out of anyone. The Open Door Mission Baptist church also did there thing: sung a few songs, prayed, read a little from the word. It was way too formal though, not what you need. Good times, real n genuine.
I feel like im just speaking to myself, dont feel like detials.

Okay you readers keep reading, enjoy life

ARG believe in hope, its all you got, it dies last 

Yes indeed

Today is Susan White's birth day.
She is 17 years old, a small month older then me.
Happy birthday scuz.
No doubt

If you can strain your eyes and read it, well its worth it.

Hey its just a song

Anberlin
Foreign Language Lyrics
Boys speak in rhythm and girls in code
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
Tell it to me straight, give it to me now
Face forward, face forward

Boys speak in rhythm and girls in code
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
Tell it to me straight, give it to me now
Face forward, face forward

Speaking foreign language, nothing I can translate
You're speaking foreign language, nothing I can dictate
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
you’re speaking foreign language

Boys speak in rhythm and girls just lie
doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo
Tell me how you feel, come on out the dark
Then we can head back home and I'll know where to start

Speaking foreign language, nothing I can translate
You're speaking foreign language, nothing I can dictate
Speaking foreign language, nothing I can translate
You're speaking foreign language
Where did we go wrong?
We need medication for this miscommunication
Our conversation's weakened
Our conversation's weakened

Boys speak in rhythm and girls in code
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo

Boys speak in rhythm and girls just lie


What do you think? Any truth?

Respect, EARN IT.

" You better respect my J!!

Respect my J Chi-Chi!!!

Respect my J!!! "

Some things just humor me beyond the realistic realms of rationality.

One of those things that tickles me beyond the characteristics of reasonableness are when one screams something extremely hood with complete and utter disregarding insensitivity to any nearby, passing by, kind of guy.

Like the quote above for instance. Young Kenny was competing with young Harvey (Chi-Chi) in a basketball shootout during gym class. They would take turns shooting their J's until one missed you see.

So, afterwards in the locker room Kenneth feels the need to point the single thing that Chi-Chi is failing to provide him: respect in relation to his J. He obviously earned this respect earlier in the basketball game, and Harvey simply failed to recognize it.

Please don't ask why I find it funny, its just one of those things. I still bug Kenny about it to this day.

• A "J" is attempted basketball shot intended to go into the hoop and net from behind the three point line.
• Hood is simply a variation of the word ghetto. Or you could say something defined as hood could be defined as bursting with youthful rubbish. You choose.

These names were not changed for the safety of the individuals, sorry guys.

For the record don't listen to anything I have to say. I cant be serious.

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"...nothing feels good being under the gun."

"But the night brought sparks and the sparks brought flames..."

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" T h i s i s m y s i c k n e s s ,









a n d I m u s t e n d u r e i t . "

This is my House. Kick me. 

This is Keiths get well drawing 

this n that, spit n spat

Not deep:

Matthew 10:16

I am sending you out like sheep among wolves.

Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves.

-that's you cuzin

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"Right now____.Maybe later____"

-L

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"Lets move on please. Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh....

Eh, eh, eh. I don't... I really cant...deal with it right now."

-Mr. H, that English teacher

while dealing with a loud classroom

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"You aren't my lover but love itself"

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"If I love you and you love me, I want it forever"

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"..I tremble and weep"

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(My favorite)

"don't trust love"

-All from various people in that Opera La Rondine

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"Not fair, not nice"
-Pops

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Yes I did actually go to this Opera. It was educating, entertaining, enjoyable, absorbing, sappy, artsy, and everything a good 15 dollars should provide on a friday night.

Well goodnight world.

Little people

LITTLE GIRLS
What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
And everything nice.
That's what little girls are made of.



LITTLE BOYS
What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.
That's what little boys are made of.

I Agree

"One thing's sure and nothing's surer

The rich get richer and the poor get-children.

In the meantime
In between time...


Does anybody remember that? It was on a old Loony Toons cartoon, the mice were all building a big robotical cat to fight of this big black cat. Well they sang it before the cat came and ruined there good time. They were skiing on like powder sugar and swimming in the sink; all that good mice stuff. Its also in a Fitzgerald book.

James 4:4
You adulterous people, don't you know...

I said death and you say life,
when I said life, you said demise

so I will never submit to you

I find it’s beneficial
you say it’s not permissible

so I will never take comfort in you

I want a sign, a picture, a miracle, a map
all I see is death, destruction, and disease
the streets are a danger to me
they scare me and confine me

I said it was surely death and you spoke of life,
when I said it brought life, you said it brought demise

you said my eyes were blinding me
I was confound to my vision

how could I understand?

You said take a step
see if the waters warm

taste and see
make it a part of your diet

I thought it was death, but the truth
.. the Truth
the Truth was it was life
a fulfilling life
a lovely life
A life giving life


Hey, just a quick spat.
JJ was talking about "confound to sight" and it was fresh on my mind so I got loose with it.
Pretty weak and defidently unfinished. Maybe il clean it up later. Im not good at following through. With alot of things.
Easter is tomorrow, don’t forget to give thanx to your bunnies.

I LACED IT BABY I LACED IT

ITS ALL ABOUT THAT THIRLLER

"You cant steer a parked car"

A kid from school asked me to help him and a youth group worship band by playing drums for service they were running in a partner Lutheran church in Geneseo. I was enthusiastic about going to this St. Timeouts building. But the hand I was dealt was a hard one to work with. After the Saturday night show (and after a lot of calling, talking and failed arrangements) me, Scotty, JJ, and Phil drove a car full of equipment to this church to rehearse with the One Light worship band at 1130 and play for the two services in the morning.

Defidently a learning experience. It took a while to get well acquainted with the band we would be assisting, the sound man who invited me, his parents, e.c.t. But we did, luckily it wasn't impossible. They asked JJ to play key's and Phil to play his fiddle thing thing. They kinda reluctantly agreed to help out the best they could.

This was this specific church's first time ever experiencing worship with more then a piano and a old lady singing hymns. I love hymns by the way. So going from that to a 6 piece band was a big step. Most people enjoyed it and hoped the rumors of a "contemporary" worship were true. The ones who didn't approve we obviously didn't here from. But there were those who chose not to sing or smile or do much of anything. Maybe its just Geneseo but they seemed a little critical.

There was one man, a middle aged Scottish accented man that i must write about lest I lose him in a crevice in my mind. He gave us a friendly compliment before the second service because he caught some of the latter end of the first service and apparently highly approved of the whole thing. The pastor guy, after praying for a hand full of sick people, lifted up all prayers "spoken and unspoken". Immediately following this the Scottish man let his wonderful prayer to be heard. He was short, sweet, and spirit lead. He was the only man you could feel an anointing on. Scott sat directly in front of him and said he felt like he was being slapped in the back of his head while the man was praying. I hope he was Scottish because I keep referring to him as the Scottish man. He ended this life changing prayer with "...and thank you Lord for allowing us to worship with you from our spirits, and from our hearts". This guy had it. No Lutherism-ness in him. Maybe he was just an angle sent so we could write a million songs about him and dedicate a album to him or something. He was defidently the man though. Never got his name,

This was my second experience with a church service that was set in stone. The first had a paper showing exactly how the service would unfold-minute by minute. This service at St. Timothy's didn't have the minutes.
I didn't know how to drink the golden wine cup when he handed to me. I had to ask the pastor man what to do. Kinda funny.
Ask me about it if your interested.

Hymn commitment

Rise up, O men of God!

Have done with lesser things;

Give heart and soul and mine and strength

To serve the King of kings.

I ran into some ancient hymn books and this was a "commintment" i found.

I love this stuff.

This specific hymn book was from 1951 but iv one from 1906 and another from 1936.

Right now Im a little sick and have been out of school for about 4 days. But im up and running today. Its all good.

Venison

Hey guys,
pretty chill day

About 10 minutes ago my dad brought in two dead deer. Like with fur and everything. His friend got them from an apple orchard and well gave em to us. So my bothers and two friends had to go out and help carry these things back to the shed. (Um yes we live in the city) luckily I was far too busy baking brownies to help carry these bambies to our bargain slaughter house. (making brownies is not feminine, i just want some brownies you know?) Soon my dad will cut those suckers up and well be eating em in some form or another just about every night. Venison. This is something that I had to to get used to; I am still a little uncomfortable with the whole thing. Im no activist or anything its just some raw stuff.

Dry

Whew,
Having a band may be the most crazy thing to ever happen to me. I mean.
Yeah maybe the most crazy.
Potential and material by the truck load. Even a manager and opportunitys. Then un-imaginable things come in the way. I mean mysterious, inconceivable, unthinkable things. I dont even know. They seem to be obstacles but il just call it a season or something. Il just call it like a lil obstacle.
Were just gone wait things our, don't let it die, you know its gone be good.

Today IM going to help Ron w/ some furniture, then to marinas surprise b-day party.
Nate n Mike coming over tomorrow.
Websta, you know you got it! ha

its gone be a small peice of the pie

Disbelief

Hey kids,

This morning I awoke at around 4:30. No im not kidding. I couldent sleep. So I washed some laundry and did some other stuff that I needed to do. My bus comes at 6:35 and I don’t know what do do with myself.

goin to bed cuz im really tired but i dont think itll do me much good cuz im just gona be even more tired tomorrow cuz thats just how i am.... i wish i could declare a national holiday 1nce a week sayin that everyone has to just sleep the whole day... yes, that would be great

Whew Noelle I think you all too right. Why can’t we all just sleep in one day out of the week? You know kuz crazy people don’t sleep in on weekends. We have a "bring a couch" party and just sleep. Every one gets there own couch.

The song of the hour is http://www.geocities.com/zombieprombie/sounds/09.rm

It’s a song from a play I played bass in and it’s just stuck in my head. Kind of exotic or something.

Yesterday we bought a mic stand. Today im going to eat w/ JJ. That’s the news.

-johnny

Slow Down

(You gotta) slow down, slow down,
sweet talking' woman, slow down,
you got me running, run, run,
you got me searching.
Hold on, hold on, sweet talkin' Lola,
hold on, it's so sad if that's the way it's over.

Some day's I just belt that song at the top of my lungs.
My family usually shakes there head in unbelief that, you know, IM related to them or something. For a certain second they think IM crazy. The crazy-ess.
But
Then Tom joins in. Belting at the top of His lungs.

Our harmonizing lyrics reach intertwine into the depths of the listeners gut and plant seeds of amazement and awe then when bloomed will never be uprooted. Only when Tom and I sing together, like the cooperation of the sun and rain, does the music work its wondrous ways into the hearts of the oh so closed minded apprehender.

Its at about this time that my family realizes im not a nut. I actually am kinda cool.
Tom has saved my reputation like this on far more then one occasion.

Well I gota shows everyday this week and work and all that jazz. The demo might be out Monday. Il keep in touch folks.

My brother Tom's blog is http://tomisthecrap.blogspot.com .

...its ooooover....

Hey folks Hey Jokes This is beginning
and maybe the end
I want those who are reading this to check out Sean's blog at http://seanmusicking.blogspot.com its a bomb site.
Maybe il show some emotion with my next entry.
thats all for now
buckle up