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Thu, Mar. 11th, 2004, 03:59 pm
I know, no matter what, no matter who, no matter what I do, somebody hates me...

...and I hate somebody too. Wow, I suck. 'Nuff said.

Wed, Jan. 14th, 2004, 12:58 am
It appears to be getting late...

...or early, depending on how you look at it. As per usual, I was procrastinating and searching for a multitude of things to do other than work. I decided I would take the liberty that an empty house and sound-proof walls afforded me and started practicing my vocals. Something was odd though, and after a few lines of one of our songs, I discovered that my high pitched, silverstein and alexisonfire-ish scream had been replaced by a throaty, tough-guy hardcore growl. Oddly enough, I had first had this growl before I had gotten sick some time ago. Then, after the sickness had passed, I had the scream befitting of an emocore band frontman. Now though, I got sick again and the old voice is back, although now, Brooklyn is more emocore than hardcore (and no longer named a 12 gauge exit). Although I can't say that I'm entirely upset with this change (now I can sing along to Throwdown and Stand and Fight), this could cause a problem with our Thursday-meets-PTW-meets-ETID vocal stylings. Oh well, I should stop complaining, at least we are finally on track. We are still devoid of a percussionist but another high school friend might just be stepping in to fill that void. Scheduling practice times in regards to our bassist is also an issue, but hopefully we will get that worked out soon enough. It's somewhat sad to know that we're a high school band that formed after high school. At least if we were still in high school, our schedules might have agreed so that we could practice more than 'once in a while'. I'm just ranting now, but our stuff is truthfully solid music, and this coming from a person that tries so hard to remain unbiased that it hurts in the mornings. I have a feeling that once we get the drummer issue settled, everything else will fall neatly into place, that being a disorganized mess.

- Dave H.