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chase, chase
Tonight was good...kinda tastes like burning :P
Jenn came over and helped me take apart my old bed and carry in the matress and boxspring for my new one. Nice queen sized bed *big great grin*. Maybe now my back problems will go away.
A few days ago I ordered my bass guitar. I'm so excited to be getting this thing. I haven't been so focused musically since I played tenor sax in middle school jazz band. With guitar, I could pick it up and jam out some riffs. But i didn't KNOW the instrument. It's kinda like the difference of me playing piano. With a piano, I know most keys, all major and minor scales on the fly (even starting on different roots) and just basically my way around. On the guitar, I could just automatically see where every G or Bb note or chord was. I knew at least one position for all major and minor chords on guitar, bu With bass, I'm going to learn the instrument. I'm so excited and motivated it's silly. I think being able to know bass like I do piano will help me write alot better and be able to jam better with improve.
Last night, Richie, Gibbons and me where hangin' at my house, listening to tunes and Parkin called. He actually asked us to come pick him up. At this point, I hadn't seen him since Matt told me he quit. But deep down, still concidering him my bro, I said we should go. We drove to his house and pulled up in the driveway. He stood in the doorway for a moment, but held up his hand suggesting we "wait a second". While we sit, Egg or comes to the door and in this bitch-ass tone, says "what do you want?!". It made me so glad that we don't go there anymore. What a bunch of assholes. Anywho, so Brandon gets in the car and we instantly starting talking and chilling. It was really cool and felt like a hole had been filled.
We went to my house and while Gibbons had to go to dinner with his folks, Richie, Parkin and I still hung out. While shouting "shotgunoba" as fast as we could, we left and got a 12-pack of dew and started to drive. Well, Richie's car broke down and we ended up pushing it to Maverick. At the maverick, Parkin told me he misses us. And while I said it I would love to jam...he did quit. But we talked, and he knows alot of stupid shit went down and alot of things should have been avoided. I honestly feel like he truely wants to get out of that enviroment and start jamming again.
The rest of us were trying to get Bruce involved, and while everytime he replied "fuck yea! i'd love to" and "i've been waiting for you to ask", he never seems to reply or answer his phone. And while this seems really familar, I have a feeling we'd jam with Parkin before we could even get ahold of Bruce. Oh well, we wanna play, and not when someone can find the time.
Back to Parkin, I told him everything I thought. About how he put sports above music. How once, we were tight like brothers. Exspecially the time between when we played at Matt's old house, up till the first few months when Parkin moved in, but right before WTE broke up, he kinda phased us out. Seem familar? It's happened with other people. He even admits this, which makes me think he's given this good thought. I told him how some people got hurt by the way he quit. He just told matt and never really said a word to Gibbons. And even though I couldn't get it out of him, I know the lies those people spread where a contributing factor to his decision. That was really hard on Gibbons, for fucks sake, they lived in his car for a while. They always seemed the closest and for it to end so abruptly really broke Gibbons heart. I let him know what would need to happen to start a band with him again, but most of all, I told him to talk to everyone.
Nothing in final, but he is my brother, a great drummer and if things could go back to being happy, so that our band had a personal life, not involving anyone except the band, things would be great.
I'm going to be playing bass, which I think will do alot for us musically and for Gibbons vocally Matt is in lessons. We'd find a new guitarist. Gibbons is getting voice lessons and learning the piano. But most of all, we could be friends, a true band. No friends involved. No girlfriends involved. No parents or family involved. Just us. No drama, no fucking drama. It's what I think most of us need to get away from that crowd.
So many things have been realized about how we were always trying to become accepted, musically, by those guys. For a while, Gibbons and me where viewed just as Coded. This attempt at me and him being in a band in like 2001. We tried to fit in with a crowd that viewed Sick/Murder to Genocide as "the fucking band" and it seemed like we always just got the shrug. Wish The End was a good band. We weren't better than those guys, I think we were just as good. But we were just different music. We could hear the songs in our head and wonder why no one else could hear it. So fruastrating it was. Then we recorded, and we were just so happy to record that we rushed the whole thing and it sucked. And we knew it. We were embarased and that's when everything fell apart. Skyler started becoming more a part of Muder to Genocide, and Parkin started hanging out with us less and less. It just all came to this dramatic boiling point and it sucked when it ended, but maybe this is the break we needed.
Who knows? not me!
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