May 2010
23 posts
I hate to say it
but this band just isn’t working out. I don’t want to play in a band that sounds like death cab meets the strokes. I can’t play happy chordy music. It’s just not my thing.
For some unbeknownst reason
I am confident in my playing for the first time in a very long time.
It’s a good feeling.
Can’t fucking wait for practice on Friday!
On a side note my social web is still in writhing on the floor, the only difference is that I really couldn’t give a shit. I’m too busy with school, work, and music to care.
I need a purpose to persist.
I'm flattered
knowing that there is a relationship out there that is predominantly based on their mutual contempt for me. If I didn’t already think you guys were a couple of mouth-breathers I might feel kind of important.
This isn’t good, this isn’t good, this isn’t good.
Jetsam flotsam, my life yours
Our mistakes, closing doors
Brittle man, scarred hand
Fickle girl, turned and ran
Old dog, dying breed
No ground left to plant my seed
April 2010
50 posts
Everything
is spinning.
I’m a very unhappy human being.
Oh,
how I wish you were here…
What do I want?
Why am I still right where you left me?
What am I doing wrong?
On a positive note,
my shitty singing voice is almost back to 100%.
It’s been like a month. Fuck colds. Fuck allergies.
My range isn’t terrible but I need to find a way to achieve a more pleasant tone somehow.
The old version of “Be Angry at the Sun for setting” was so much better. This isn’t bad though. Just doesn’t sound nearly as full.
I’m standing on an iceberg; slowly but surely drifting away from what I was once a part of, and there is nothing I can do about it.