So this is my first blog on this beast of a site. It's a trendy bus to jump in front of. so is not using commas and ending sentences with prepositions.
My band just recorded it's first album and I'm already feeling regrets on choices made in the studio. I haven't even heard a rough copy of the material, besides what I heard while tracking vocals, and I keep thinking back on the amount of energy that went into the writing. What seemed like a long time to us was most likely a very short time. A month and a half from shows is hell to the boys in Latin For Truth. Though we're horrible live, we enjoy shows. Speakin' of what we enjoy, I really enjoy the blank stares when we're on the bill with a bunch of brutal bands that make my band look like kittens swatting at a dandelion. I'm not a kitten swatting at a dandelion, I'm a motherf**king bear picking gosh darn salmon from the heavily flowing stream. That stream being an over-infested scene, full of hairspray, camo shorts, and a very unhealthy addiciton to myspace. I want lft to just jump on the huge wave of bands that blow up over myspace. one click turns into four, four turns into twenty, twenty turns into one hundred.. BOOM, pete wentz is asking if FOB can open for us. I'm not really being serious, or am I? Are we just another band trying to get our peepee's sucked or are we trying to just find a way to make a living off what we love. Are we the preachers on tv asking people to pay for a prayer or your local guy just asking to feed his family and do what his heart knows is right. Fifty percent bullshit, fifty percent sincerety. All the way down the line. You'll always have to either A. know me or B. be really amazing at guessing.
Signing off,
Charles Birchfield
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