Bands with screamers, and why they suck ass.

I had the misfortune of playing a show with a line-up full of cookie monster impostures.

September 14th, 2010; a day that will live in infamy. The physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual trauma I incurred was such to the point that I needed a few days with which to collect my thoughts and recuperate enough to write this entry.  At the expense of sounding like an illiterate monkey, I do declare: WHAT THE FUCK!?

Seriously. What is it exactly that draws people to guttural displays of degeneracy? Once, in the early history of our country, a man's delicate use of the spoken word was to be respected; elegant prose combined with witty rhetoric to provoke emotion from an audience. I was not afforded such luxuries at the testosterone-filled, musical mad-house these sorry fucks painfully dawdled through.

In our Constitution, the right to every person's free speech is demanded as a God-given right. I believe that God would agree with my motion to serve these self-important assholes with a CEASE AND DESIST. Their right to free speech should be immediately revoked, on the grounds that it is physically abusive to all passer-by in a 400 mile radius. Though to be quite honest, to be even categorizing their pitiful attempts at music under the umbrella of "speech" is unjust. Speech, the communication or expression of thoughts in spoken words, requires that these miscreants be able to COMMUNICATE OR EXPRESS THEIR THOUGHTS WITH SPOKEN WORDS.

I do not believe that "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" could be considered a word. Maybe a caveman would understand this ridiculousness, but surely not any rational human being. Whatever, I can only pray that Darwinism eliminates these raging idiots with merciless efficiency. For if it doesn't, I shall act as the hand of evolution, and ensure a quick a timely demise to each and everyone of them.

That's all I have to say about that. I could actually go into detail about the horrors I witnessed, but I fear neither the English language, nor my vernacular of such, contain enough words to adequately paint a mental image.

(To sum all that up... Screamo may be the sole cause for all disease, death, and terrorism.)

Anyways... 

I recorded again with Bellevue guys. Well, more I was involved in the process than on the tape. This EP is shaping up to be something really special. I think this music can speak to a number of audiences. There are some shades of multiple genres, which can be pretty difficult to achieve sometimes. Producing an album is like making cake from scratch. You have your key ingredients, but getting the delicate balance between them is a process of trial and error. Similarly, I compare the majority of music today to be like store-bought cake mix; it's pretty difficult to fuck up. However, you end up with a generic tasting cake that may be satisfying for the moment... but it's no Cheesecake factory.

Enough about cakes, that shit is making me hungry, and I'm not about to run downstairs at 2 in the morning.

So yeah, screamo sucks ass, Bellevue is getting sweeter by the day, I have weird metaphors, and I think that picture of the kid in the Cookie Monster suit up there is hillarious.

Love is love,

-GMB