we got back rough copies of our seven inch material. I'm pretty stoked on it. It was definately rough but I definately think chris did a good job for tracking in a trailer. It sounds like a good demo, which is what we were going for.
Charles H.
LFT
Monday, March 23, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Nothing Uncommon - the anatomy of a modern punk band
an intro to nothing uncommon
American stomachs ache with the rapture of a promise, a promise to conquer the world on an arrogant whim. I'm just another American waiting my turn. I'm staying calm, not squirming in my seat, just being a well behaved citizen. The dreams that have created our national identity since the organization of of public schools, clandestine speeches, and all that shit we're afraid to not believe are resting in the tree tops: plucked, they legitimize years spent on a guitar and random notepads in several families' homes all over Jackson County, Alabama; wasted, they legitimize a society's critiques on a wayward mind. I'm fucked from toe to top; chords, clangs, and beats are the only sounds I can stand to hear longer than a week; my writing is atrocious to a English major or any gifted junior high student and pretentious to the rest; and I'm long gone with my ideals. Oh if only life was a simple as a run on sentence. If only I could live how I want and say what I want and keep on adding my thoughts from second to second, all motivated by these chemicals excreted from glands and making their way to different areas in my brain, creating moods and this horrid fucking frame of insolence. I bore you because I bore me. AND this is the intro to nothing uncommon, someone wanting to do something they can't. With me, it just so happens to be writing and playing in a punk band. I have no preconceptions of the word punk. I knew what I heard on speakers and read on the net. It's something I've inherited, kind of like modern medicine or artistic surrealism. I'm a bastard weighing in on an idea bigger than my generation. I accept the hate along with the beautiful endowment of something I never could have started, or for a lighter matter, understood at it's birth.
American stomachs ache with the rapture of a promise, a promise to conquer the world on an arrogant whim. I'm just another American waiting my turn. I'm staying calm, not squirming in my seat, just being a well behaved citizen. The dreams that have created our national identity since the organization of of public schools, clandestine speeches, and all that shit we're afraid to not believe are resting in the tree tops: plucked, they legitimize years spent on a guitar and random notepads in several families' homes all over Jackson County, Alabama; wasted, they legitimize a society's critiques on a wayward mind. I'm fucked from toe to top; chords, clangs, and beats are the only sounds I can stand to hear longer than a week; my writing is atrocious to a English major or any gifted junior high student and pretentious to the rest; and I'm long gone with my ideals. Oh if only life was a simple as a run on sentence. If only I could live how I want and say what I want and keep on adding my thoughts from second to second, all motivated by these chemicals excreted from glands and making their way to different areas in my brain, creating moods and this horrid fucking frame of insolence. I bore you because I bore me. AND this is the intro to nothing uncommon, someone wanting to do something they can't. With me, it just so happens to be writing and playing in a punk band. I have no preconceptions of the word punk. I knew what I heard on speakers and read on the net. It's something I've inherited, kind of like modern medicine or artistic surrealism. I'm a bastard weighing in on an idea bigger than my generation. I accept the hate along with the beautiful endowment of something I never could have started, or for a lighter matter, understood at it's birth.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
LFT News
I guess official LFT news time, I'm not sure when we'll be putting up a song from the split seven inch but it will be soon. Also, I'm hoping we can get a website to stream it. We're good friends with the guys in Veara and they have always been cool to us. They are one of the few friends bands, besides In Irons, that haven't been afraid to do dates with us because of the difference in genres. But yeah, We're doing a split with them and it's going to be ballin. We'll have the vinyl artwork up soon in a few different spots. Is it weird to be more stoked about people seeing the artwork than the material? Couple of notes on the material, we tracked with our good friend from Say Vandelay, Chris, and it sounded pretty awesome in the sound laboratory. He's opening up a studio about mid-summer so soon as I get more info on that I will be pushing everyone really hard to track with him. He's an awesome guy. The material for the seven inch is more reflective on our Dan Yemin influences so hopefully it won't be that far of a fetch away from what everyone dug about our album Eleven Eleven.
Much Love,
Charles H.
LFT
Much Love,
Charles H.
LFT
So I half ass'd it, hopefully that won't be my legacy
So I'm 22. Michael and I play in a band with kids, two 16 year old's and one 17 year old.
It feels strange that the maturity I could not find in my peers after graduation I found in some kids. Maybe it's not maturity, this is going to sound pretty lame but I was watching mr. magorium's wonder emporium this morning and it struck a strange chord with me. I remember when i was young and life seemed limitless. Nothing was defined and the world was waiting to be tread beneath my heel. I was going to do lots of great things and become a great person. Somewhere along the way I lost that vast foresight and fell into everyday life. School was monotomy. This dumb wake up, sit up, listen, take test, go to bed pattern I had to repeat for thirteen years. The social side of school was disheartening too. Kids can be cruel and mean. So I guess I lost that "neverending story" mentatility. I became broken like a horse or the cattle being fattened in the fields. Most of my friends turned to drugs and alcohol cause they felt that was the only way to realize the wonder the world had to offer. I think it was life that broke them, when we were kids did we need drugs to be amazed by things? Or was the world amazing to new fresh eyes that understood the genuis of it all. I mean, we breathe, we love, we walk and talk, we think, we write, we are shitloads of potential encased in flesh. Why is the world not good enough to us? I'm not talking about god or religion, just saying. it's fucking sweet to be human. Even with time not being on our sides, we get a chunk of change to play with. By saying all this, I'm nto saying I'm better than anyone. I'm a fuck-up, I half ass everything, I neglect those who care about me, I'm naturally rude, and sometimes it's a struggle for me to be empathetic towards others(not towards kids starving in other countries, child labor laws being raped, the homeless, or other generally fucked up situations around the world) I try not to be those things. I really do. I spend a lot of my day reflecting on personal decisions made and art made, which includes for lft. I want to be bigger than me, I want lft to be something bigger than my flaws and human error. I want it to be art, something out of context to the human desease. But it's dumb, art is the human desease. It's every blemish and freckle, every foul smell and heinous choice. Damn me, I'm everywhere but still somehow not where I want to be.
It feels strange that the maturity I could not find in my peers after graduation I found in some kids. Maybe it's not maturity, this is going to sound pretty lame but I was watching mr. magorium's wonder emporium this morning and it struck a strange chord with me. I remember when i was young and life seemed limitless. Nothing was defined and the world was waiting to be tread beneath my heel. I was going to do lots of great things and become a great person. Somewhere along the way I lost that vast foresight and fell into everyday life. School was monotomy. This dumb wake up, sit up, listen, take test, go to bed pattern I had to repeat for thirteen years. The social side of school was disheartening too. Kids can be cruel and mean. So I guess I lost that "neverending story" mentatility. I became broken like a horse or the cattle being fattened in the fields. Most of my friends turned to drugs and alcohol cause they felt that was the only way to realize the wonder the world had to offer. I think it was life that broke them, when we were kids did we need drugs to be amazed by things? Or was the world amazing to new fresh eyes that understood the genuis of it all. I mean, we breathe, we love, we walk and talk, we think, we write, we are shitloads of potential encased in flesh. Why is the world not good enough to us? I'm not talking about god or religion, just saying. it's fucking sweet to be human. Even with time not being on our sides, we get a chunk of change to play with. By saying all this, I'm nto saying I'm better than anyone. I'm a fuck-up, I half ass everything, I neglect those who care about me, I'm naturally rude, and sometimes it's a struggle for me to be empathetic towards others(not towards kids starving in other countries, child labor laws being raped, the homeless, or other generally fucked up situations around the world) I try not to be those things. I really do. I spend a lot of my day reflecting on personal decisions made and art made, which includes for lft. I want to be bigger than me, I want lft to be something bigger than my flaws and human error. I want it to be art, something out of context to the human desease. But it's dumb, art is the human desease. It's every blemish and freckle, every foul smell and heinous choice. Damn me, I'm everywhere but still somehow not where I want to be.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
seven inch songs, work in progress
"glory, glory, Joseph Maxwell"
Good times hit black ice
you stepped in and dried the lake
we slide twelve hours from home
for once the clouds kept the rain
you saved us from an empty gas tank(die ohio),
you kept us positive(die ohio),
we drove all night(die ohio),
we're blessed by open ears(die ohio)
Good times hit black ice
you stepped in and dried the lake
we slide twelve hours from home
for once the clouds kept the rain
you saved us from an empty gas tank(die ohio),
you kept us positive(die ohio),
we drove all night(die ohio),
we're blessed by open ears(die ohio)
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
viral leakage
so our album came out this past week and I'm stoked on everything thus far. The album leaked pretty hard about two weeks before it came out so a lot of people had it before hand but no worries. We're not rock stars, we're just some dudes who want everyone to hear our music. Most kids have liked it, and I'm really glad that our hometown friends liked it. It means the world to us that our local friends are actually going out to shows and supporting everything.
I feel kind of weird with kids I've never seen before coming up to me asking for autographs, not to degrade their gesture but it's really silly. We suck compared to other bands and there's no sense in anyone treating us like that. There's ten trillion bands that people should go apehsit over. We're not one of those bands, BUT the wonder years are one of those bands. I heard an elegy for baby blue today off their new split and it's amazing. That man's lyrical skills are intense and fun. i absolutely love it.
eff my life,
Charles H.
LFT
I feel kind of weird with kids I've never seen before coming up to me asking for autographs, not to degrade their gesture but it's really silly. We suck compared to other bands and there's no sense in anyone treating us like that. There's ten trillion bands that people should go apehsit over. We're not one of those bands, BUT the wonder years are one of those bands. I heard an elegy for baby blue today off their new split and it's amazing. That man's lyrical skills are intense and fun. i absolutely love it.
eff my life,
Charles H.
LFT
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