Like a Buick dropping on a five year old.

Impact.

Blech... Deadlines suck... And since I'm on one, I've got no choice but to post, don't I? I'm not sure how epic this'll be, but ya know, whatever... I think may have set the bar a bit too high with my first few posts. It's kind of hard to top the epic stuff I've posted, especially the early stuff... Speaking of which, I really need to find that letter I was gonna send to Quentin Tarantino... That's been lost in the shuffle... Someone has to fight for Van Damme's career, right? Might as well be me!

But on top of all that stuff, I've been writing songs lately... Or at least trying to... I had one idea hit me like a buick dropping on a five year old (hence the title) and I've been working on it for the passed few days or so. It's not exactly something that I'd write, either. People who know me think of me as an old school Metal head, since I've played in Metal bands since the mid to late 90's, the last one being in 2001 before I moved Stateside. This stuff is quite a departure from Metal. It leans more towards Jack Johnson than Metallica. Which is a lot better for my situation, seeing as it's a hell of a lot easier playing acoustic surf grooves with just one guitar. It wouldn't be that cool playing Metal with no drummer to me.

The song itself has some bits of social commentary in it for whatever reason. I try to stay away from that stuff, because it honestly bores the shit out of me. But since I've been having bouts of insomnia, it kinda crept in there, and for once I liked the result. It's not blatant "FU George Bush" crap, either. It's not even subliminal "FU George Bush" crap. I really only call it "social commentary" because war is a theme in it, and there's a major conflict going on right now. Seriously though, if I ever wrote something like that, I'd stab myself in the brain with a Q-tip. Perhaps when I get it finished, I'll post it and let everyone hear it. I can't sing for beans, (I've been told otherwise), so don't forget to sugar coat your comments about it so it won't totally kill me with grief! hahaha.

Umm, I can't think of anything funny to say right now...

From night to day

I decided to get rid of the black background and whatnot... I think the white looks much cleaner... And that's what counts... What I think that is!!! hahaha!

Well, your thoughts count as well... If there's anyone reading this, that is.

Just being the nice guy that I am.

The update that I promised yesterday.

I've been on a bit of a nostalgia trip lately. As some of you may or may not know, I spent the first 18 years of my life living in various places on the North Shore of New Brunswick, and in August of 2001, I moved to North Carolina, in the United States of America for reasons that I really don't want to get into. Mainly because I don't feel like typing it up. The important thing is, is that I made a big move to a new country. It was pretty exciting, scary, fun, and horrible all at the same time. Gave me a bit of a fresh start, you'd say, even though I'm actually doing less...

But that's not the point... The point is, my nostalgia trip has been all about the last summer that I spent in Canada, and all the cool stuff that my friends and I did. It all started really when one of them, who I basically talked to once or twice in the passed four or so years I've been here, emailled me the other day. In the email, he talked about all the cool things we used to do, and it just brought back so many great memories. You see, my older brother and I, along with the dude who emailled me (Tiger), all lived in a house together when my Mom and two brothers moved to the states in 2000. I was a senior in highschool, and so were my two best friends, and bandmates (Arron and James). My whole motive for staying was to graduate with them. But anyway, we had the most epic school year/summer EVER. Every Friday they'd come down to the house and we'd play music in the empty room upstairs which I affectionately call the jam room. It was such a blast. We had made a demo tape of ourselves and everything. It was awesome. Which reminds me, I really need to give that a listen to again.

Anyway, we did so many epic things that summer. That was the most important part of it. One time we got drunk and decided to go over to the next town and throw our empty beer bottles at stuff at 1am! That was such a blast! We threw bottles at a transport, at cars, and even at someone walking down the street! Hahaha! Then we drove around and yelled at folks. There was this guy walking with his chick all romantic like, and my brother Kris yells out, "FUCK HER! I DID!" It was hysterical!

But theeeeeen it turned bad once we were leaving town.

See, the streets were really weirdly laid out. You basically had to almost turn around to continue down the direction you were going. If you didn't, you were going into oncoming traffic. So James, not knowing the street well, ended up going into the wrong lane, and into basically, if it weren't 3:3am, oncoming traffic. So we start yelling at him telling him where to go, and BOOM from behind we see the blue lights flashing. COPS. We got pulled over, all of us but James were drinking, and I was under age (I was 18 at the time). So anyway, the female cop asks for James' license and registration, pretty routine stuff if you've ever been pulled over by the cops, or gone through a license check, or whatever. But James never went through this before, plus with all the shit we caused in the two hours we were in town added onto it, James was a nervous wreck. He called the female cop "Sir." Bad move... Haha. And the cop was like, "Do I look like a sir to you?" I would have laughed if I wasn't drunk in the back seat, doing my damnedest to look sober. So anyway, we get through the license and registration part and we were just about to leave with nothing but a warning when from up the street comes the guy we threw the beer bottle at! He goes through the motions of telling the cops that we threw a beer bottle at him, (I should state that it didn't hit him, and he wasn't cut by any broken glass or anything like that. Though it would have made it that much funnier if he was!) and the cops started to get real serious with us. Luckily, Tig was quick witted, and he talked our way out of it for us.

Let me tell you, that was the most intense moment of my life... If it wasn't for him, my Mom would have had to send us bail money from the States... But knowing her, she'd probably let us sit there for a few days first! Mom's big into having us learn our lessons. And did I learn my lesson that night! No more drunken rampages in Bathurst!


I'd type more, but I'm being offered some dinner, and I'm hongry. So I'm going to get it.

More stories later onnnnnnnn!

By popular demand...

I will update!!!

TOMORROW!