Progress is progress

Two songs.

This is going to be something special.

Eavesdropping

I walked home yesterday in front of a girl who was talking loudly on her cell phone. Usually I have headphones with me, so I'd pay no mind and walk my pace. This girl, however, had a rather interesting conversation to drop in on.

Her: I don't know, he's just being weird. He always calls me when I'm busy!

pause

Her: Yeah! And our hotel was like, in the ghetto. Seriously, it was so sketch.

pause

Her: I just don't know, it's whatever. I called him and told him what hotel I was at and he told me he was at the Hard Rock across the street. (sarcastically) How convenient!

Few easy things you could tell about this girl from her demeanor:

-She lives in Nova. Southern culture, no southern accent. She also definitely had some money with that coach purse of hers, Blackberry, and designer threads.

-She's a drama queen. Look at how big of a deal is being made out of something that really doesn't matter.

-She wasn't the most attractive girl. Guaranteed she's probably had a couple boyfriends in high school and some hookups here, but men are't lining up to be with her. This is likely why she was making such a big deal over this one particular guy.

-She referred to her hotel as being in the ghetto. Sorry princess, but hotels across the street from a Hard Rock Cafe are nowhere in proximity to the ghetto. Anywhere.

Wake up you fucking idiot, you're getting played. How do you make it this far in life without having the self respect to figure this one out?

It's really not hard. He calls you when he knows you're busy because he doesn't want to hang out with you, but he wants to keep in touch so you two can hook up.

That'll be $20 please.

Another awesome practice.

Today we pieced together the last of the chord progressions. Everything is sounding smoothly. We're definitely sounding more confident with our sync work too. Just need to get some timing down for pauses and other perks.

Greg is a monster, had three song riffs already written for other songs. Some of them are going to make sick tracks. We have plenty of other breakdown-esque parts to put into new songs. It should be looking very good.

We've decided on an EP that will be five tracks and two different parts. The EP will also be seamless, with one song flowing into the next.

It will tell you a story.

Friday

I found a plastic wallet sleeve on Friday filled with credit cards.

Pausing for a moment, I contemplated funding my 7-11 run with this man's misfortune. I'm a little pissed that I even considered this. Sure, I was drunk, but that's no excuse.

As I said before, drinking takes away the barrier between what you want to do and what you should do. There are limits to this mentality though, and shooting my morality in the head is definitely one of them.

Noticed he was an Eagle Scout, a card carrying one as a matter of fact. I myself am an Eagle Scout. I wear a silver bracelet on my right arm every single day to remind myself of what I learned while I was in the troop.

It turns out that he was the only (name redacted) on Facebook. I tracked him down and wrote him a message, leaving my number.

He picked them up today. The guy was grinning from ear to ear. I made his day by not being an asshole. My father would be proud.

I'm proud.

Chicken or steak?

Little highlight from last night's party:

There was a large, loud and obnoxious group of girls lost outside of our party. You know the kind I mean: way too much makeup, eighty-five pounds too much, not enough clothes.

My friend who hosted the party, being the gentleman he is, invited them up to join the party.

Me (to my other friend): "Man, I really don't know if I'm going to be able to pretend to be nice anymore."

Hot girl standing next to us: "Omg!"

Me: "I bet we could throw that leftover pizza off the balcony and get charged with manslaughter."

And then she started laughing. I guess misogyny is entertaining?

Later, two of them came to join us and smoke on the balcony. One was completely done up, smoking hot...the other not so much.

Hot girl likes Rancid. I'm wearing a Rancid t-shirt. I'm in. We talk about music for awhile while her annoying friend tries to jut in and give her unwanted opinion. You know how alcohol takes away that barrier between what you should do and what you want to do? Yeah...

Annoying girl: "Hey, you're ignoring me!"

Me: "You're talking to me? Oh...yeah I guess so then."

Cue her exit.

Turn it to 11

Practice was so fucking good today.

We've almost finished fully writing one song. It still needs a LOT of work, but we have the basic layout done. There's still a riff to be changed, and a lot of sync work to be done, but we have ourselves our first song.

And it's a good one too. Legitimately quality. There is an assortment of styles, I get to move the bassline around as much as I want, and the guitars are sick sick sick.

Polish, polish, polish. That's what we need to do now. Lots of practice, lots of hard work. If Tucker Max has taught me anything, it's that you have to work for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. There are lots of ups and downs along the way, but never lose sight of your prize.

Oh yeah, and work on vocals. Goddamn I am a terrible singer when I try to impersonate Anthony Green.

We finished practice with a huge assortment of Blink 182 covers, and a little bit of Brand New.

Any frat boys want a Blink 182 cover band to play at their house party? We've got this shit on lock. I can play Carousel better than Mark Hoppus anyway.

Ha

Man, she's great. I don't really know why she means this much to me, but I like it.

"Honesty makes you do the strangest things, like act angry"

-Moneen

Daisy, Daisy, Daisy

So Brand New's album has leaked. It's called Daisy.

Two words: so beautiful.

I love music like this. Music that evokes emotion. Some of my favorite songs are the ones where you can just hear what the singer is feeling. No need to read the words, you just can hear it in his voice.

Take The Lawrence Arms song "I'll take what's in the box, Monty" off of their Apathy and Exhaustion album. The whole song is great, but around the two minute mark it cools off into a slower, softer part.

Three minutes in, it switches to minor. The drums move towards this powerful triplet rhythm in the bass and you can hear Chris playing a very melancholy, rock ballad over the top. It's pretty.

Then Brendan's tone changes.

"In the morning, creep out the door.
I don't know what you stayed this long for."

He's almost crying. He's almost fucking crying.