The new band starts now

Well, I just pulled the trigger on a new drummer. I'm pretty psyched, and it's gonna be a lot different than anything I've ever played before. We're both psyched on getting things moving forward and starting to play shows and record. Rob (DeAngelis, the new drummer) has a recording studio and has recorded a lot in the past, which is sweet. Unlike me, though, he has the dedication and attention span to RELEASE them, which should be great.

I've never gotten past pressing one copy of a cd, and doing so scares me. I've always felt that if it isn't on a record it's not finished, and I can still tweak it and re-record it forever and ever and ever. Hopefully we'll get some sweet demos out shortly.

The only songs I KNOW I want to carry over to this band are "Miles Away", "shock and awe", and maybe "not for me". I've written one new one already (tentatively called "Vault 101") to bring to the table. If everyone was half as excited about Vault 101 as I am, 90% of the world would die of a stroke. The other 10% would roll their eyes at my nerdy video game references sneaking their way into song titles.

"Vault 101. It was here you were born...it is here you will die."

Oops

I realized just now that there's been a few...er...mistakes. look, you know how you get really bored during conversations? Exactly. Well, you know how you say more and more outrageous things until people realize you're joking? Right. Well, I just realized that some conversations have ended before the other party(s) deduced that I was pulling their leg.

I also realize that making jokes about ben weasel hitting girls on facebook might leave a sour taste in the mouth of someone who still thinks I hit my girlfriend and beat my dog as a hobby.

It's a little late for me to be like "I was kidding", but it's never too late for me to push the joke beyond the bounds of good taste. =)

Do it!

Lots and lots of shitty news lately. Rumor has it I don't deal with death so well, so we'll move on.

Here's some news style headlines from my life.

-pretty sure my maintainence man is either a pimp or he hunts humans. I decided I shouldn't fuck with him (to his face) anymore.

-there's never been a point in my life where id choose alcohol over chocolate milk

-we reached a point as a nation where it was okay to make jokes about hiroshima, but now a possible nuclear fiasco in japan is suddenly off limits.

-I'm one ep (senor and the queen) away from having the gaslight anthem's entire library on vinyl.

-the chicago code is a pretty sweet show

-house is still the best drama on tv. It always is, until dexter comes on. Then its a tie. it's always sunny in philadelphia is the best comedy.

I'm done. I'm gonna play my guitar till it's time to go to work.

The bird's eye view of a cigarette garden

Man, I thought the cigarette butts I threw off my balcony would just...I don't know...disappear. they didn't, and there is hundreds of them scattered across a 10 foot by 10 foot section of grass. My neighbors understandably called the apartment manager and bitched.

Actually a real man (or at least less of a douche) would have came upstairs and said something to me, but barbed wire and tribal tattoos are surprisingly misleading.

Anyways, I'm super happy that the gaslight anthem is safe and sound in Tokyo right now. The future of rock n roll was precariously close to being doomed this week.

I really use this as a forum for reminding myself of events in my past worth writing about, and find it amusing that anyone in the world has even read this (let alone laughed along with me). I am constantly posting inside jokes that only I will laugh at, with crazy raging opinions sprinkled in for good measure.

I mean, you could use this time for a lot worse than reading up on my pseudoinsanity, but you could spend it a lot better. Benny Horowitz has a pretty great blog (that I unfortunately, relate to a little too well). Check it out at http://www.ohlookhoworiginal.blogspot.com/

Of course you've got the man himself's blog over at www.cassettesinthemailbox.blogspot.com

Yeah, I just promoted a much more popular set of blogs at a not popular blog, but if you're reading this you're probably dying for something interesting to cleanse your pallette of my bullshit.

-Kevin

I feel old

Man, I've been having all sorts of old people pains. I keep telling myself its only in my head, but it appears my head is in my back now. Fuckin weak.

Something I can't understand

It's been a while since I've posted something on here, but I'm sure no one is crying over it. Lately, I've been listening to Circa Survive. On repeat. From the time I wake up till the time I go to sleep.

Shelica asked me a minute ago why I'm so obsessed with them now, and it got me thinking that I really didn't know why, it just happened. So anyways, I've been thinking and here's what I came up with.

Every once in a while (a great while) I come upon a band or an album that I just can't understand. I mean, I can understand it in the traditional sense that it's 10-12 songs that you listen to and then it's over... but I can't really UNDERSTAND it.

The last time it happened was with Gaslight's American Slang album. I had heard their previous records, but my brain couldn't process the leap from the 59' sound to American Slang. It was a progression that was so illogical that it became the only logical point of succession.

It's happened a handful of times in the past, where I just hear something that I can't fathom. Taking Back Sunday's Tell All Your Friends album was one of those moments, where you hear it and just think to yourself "Did these kids really just do that?"

The "problem" for me is that once I've wrapped my head around it, I want to know exactly HOW they did it. I want to understand it further.

You can't tell me "The Ugly Organ" didn't blow your head off the first time you heard it. I didn't know what the hell was going on for like a week after hearing A Gentleman Caller.

Good records make you smile and sing along, but truly great records disorient you. They take everything you thought you knew about music and invalidate it.

And that, my friend, is the story of Charlie Sheen's addiction to #winning