BUFFET A DAY with The Fake Boys
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‘Pig Factory’ is an admirable and infectious album:

Unlike some of their peers, when The Fake Boys play loud, it’s not to hide the fact that they cannot play their instruments particularly well, nor is it too overshadow lyrics which are flat and sophomoric. The reason that The Fake Boys play loud is to incite a specific feeling, a specific emotion – in order to elevate the lyrics from ink smears on a piece of paper to poetry. And it’s apparent from listening to Pig Factory, the group’s newest album, that Jim Domenici and the rest of the band have spent countless hours drinking on porches, in the backs of bars and out on the road, in a van – saturated with tobacco smoke and sweat – all the while listening to 90’s emo and punk albums. Life on the road, coupled with their steady diet of Jawbreaker, The Replacements and Husker Du, has imparted a certain wry wit and the right mixture of jaded and angst – a combination that would make Matt Pryor and Rivers Cuomo proud.

Throughout the album,Domenici uses the metaphor of pigs to represent the politicians and corporate officials who indulge in greed. These tracks are some of the album’s angriest. However, on “Don’t Live,” Domenici and the rest of the band are talented enough to juxtapose bitter, spiteful lyrics with bouncy pop-punk instrumentation, complete with bright guitar riffs. Lyricall, Domenici provides his perspective on the environment that deceptive politicians and bottom-line corporate politics have created, as he sings, “Hello world, I’ve got a home and I see what your money’s missing/I try to live with soul, but not the soul they want existing here/You’ve got to make this war your own, like Jesus said per Ronnie/My love is ready to go.” Despite the thematic content, you can almost hear a smile in Domenici’s vocals, as bright, crisp guitars and pounding, thick armed drums and bass support him.

With “Realest World,” Domenici provides a different side on his distaste, this time illustrating his anger towards his ignorant fellow man. However, this time the sweet sheen of pop-punk has been replaced with the heavy grit of straight punk. Thick guitar chords blend effortlessly into sharp guitar riffs, while heavy handed punches are thrown from the bass and the bright cracking heartbeat of the drums. And with every line you can hear the sneer on Domenici’s face, “We’re pushing the lie for tomorrow at best and heavens a joke again/But I’m thinking we’re better this way/If they only knew their heads would explode and we’re the ones cleaning the floor/I’d rather be the one holding the door, it’s been nice to know you.”

However, a dark cloud does not hang over the entirety of Pig Factory. On “Best Post,” Domenici trades in his electric guitar for an acoustic one, creating an inviting warmth as Joe McTigue, bass, and Ryan Fisher, drums, provide handclaps. The track is a thank you to the people in his life who have supported him, believed in him in the past and because of that support, has made him a better person. “Everybody knows it’s a lonely world for some/I don’t care about anyone or anything except the things and ones who care for me/I made a choice last year to live straight from the heart/There’s no turning back, I’ve learned to love the life I live/You girls made the most of me and I can’t thank you enough/I hope my sense of humor wasn’t too much/It’s hard being alone/And it’s hard living through a phone/When time is the only road home and you and I both want to know we’re ok.”

There is a certain kind of passion that characterizes The Fake Boys and Pig Factory – a charming, bombastic, caterwaul character that is both admirable and infectious. It’s obvious even upon the first listen that Domenici and the rest of the band are holding nothing back, throwing all of themselves into their music. And it’s that kind of charm that makes Pig Factory an album to keep coming back to over and over again.

Sound Quality: Pig Factory is one of the rare instances where listening to an album on vinyl is a completely different sonic experience than listening to the digital version of the album. Animal Style Records were able to imbue Pig Factory with a bombastic, raw live quality that surges from the speakers, fists raised. A gritty edge, like the grinding of teeth, colors the edges of the songs – especially the opening track, “This Is Our Band.” The digital copy, while not coming off as studio-slick or highly polished, does not do the album justice nor the band.

Packaging: The album art for Pig Factory possesses almost an organic feel to it, with the illustration of the “pig factory” subtly colored. Another illustration, a group of pigs at an empty trough, with the track listing above them, is featured on the back on the jacket. The sleeve is the standard, plain white. Ignoring the album sleeve, the most disappointing part of the packaging are the linear notes. Whereas the jacket is beautifully illustrated, the linear notes are printed on a large, glossy sheet in dull, grey tones. There are no photos on the reverse side either.

Extras: The record comes with a digital download of the album.

Summary: This brand of music should not exist. It should have died out with Cobain and the new millennium, replaced with neon laced pop singers and rap artists. Even after its guttural static swansong, it lingered on in bars and in the cars of teenagers – bloated, tasteless and mass produced.  But this, this Pig Factory is different; it’s a reminder of what punk was almost two decades ago.

Make Sure To Spin: “Best Post,” “Swine Club” and “Realest World”

dropping english on the boulder run, suck it.

Getting Real with The Fake Boys

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For the first music interview I’m doing for this webzine, I hit up Jim Domenici from The Fake Boys.  The first time I saw these guys was this past May on a Sunday night in a no-car garage in the middle of a thunderstorm.  What should have been a bad night on paper turned into one of the best shows I’ve seen – and my “bucket list” for bands is almost fully crossed off.  I was lucky enough to get to hang out with the three guys from the band after the show and found out they were as down to earth, in-your-face, and as honest as the music they put out.  That, and that if you smoke enough weed, one man can eat three boxes of cereal in one night.

THE INTERVIEW:

Me: Anything you want to say before we get started?

Jim: YOLO!

Me: Why should I give a shit about you and your band?

Jim: because we are the realest, most honest, and best in the world.

Me:  Is there anything that first-time listeners should know about your music?

Jim: yes, that it’s actually music.

Me: What are your 3 favorite things about being on the road?

Jim: playing shows, seeing bands, talking about music with people.

Me: Why music? I know you and the guys love food – why haven’t you pulled a Warren Oakes (Ex-Drummer for Against Me!; currently runs a Mexican Restaurant in his home state of Florida) and opened a restaurant yet?

Jim: ha! food is wonderful and trust me… i kill it in the kitchen but music is my first love. it’s the only thing that’s never turned it’s back on me. i grew up in a family that revolved around music so i couldn’t have escaped it if i wanted to. one day i brought all my ramones records into pre school and the kids made fun of me because no one knew who they were, i think i bit a kid or some shit.

Me: Growing up, who were your favorite bands? How did they impact you?

Jim: the ramones and the beatles, they both let me know that it was ok to be myself and not what society wants me to be so they can leech of my hard work.

Me: What do you think is happening to the music industry today?

Jim: nothing much, just business as usual. there is no real music anymore, they tell you what you should listen to and most people do, they tell you what to play and most bands play it… everyone can suck my dick.

Me: Looking back, what is your favorite show so far?

Jim: anchors up in haverhill, ma last month… MVHC forever.

Me: What’s the first thing you do when you get home from each tour?

Jim: play with my doggie.

Me: Why is music being live important? Why should people try and save scenes and help them grow?

Jim: live music is important because the human element is on display. when a band can create a decent vibe or feel on record, live they have a chance to add a layer that only those lucky enough to see them can experience and talk about. as for scenes it really depends on the genre. HONEST hardcore is strong and will never die, it provides a wonderful vehicle for people who feel suffocated by the real world. as for the rest, let them die… most scenes destroy reality.

Me: Sometimes food is scarce on the road. Mind telling us all a little bit about dumpster diving? Last time I saw you, you mentioned you just began trying it?

Jim: little caesars up in this bitch, hot and ready aka hot and smelly.

Me: In one word, describe tour life.

Jim: suck.

Me: What are your 3 favorite areas of the country to play in?

Jim: new england, upstate new york, and denver.

Me: I know you’ve toured in Europe several times with different bands. How did that affect your life?

Jim: it taught me that a person’s quality of life is the most important thing. freedom isn’t about the economy and your ability to buy things, it’s about enjoying your time on this earth.

Me: What does iTunes change about the music industry?

Jim: i think it makes buying records more appealing. even though mp3s sound like shit, they still sound better than cds. having a digital download for your ipod just makes buying an lp the ultimate format, as if superior sound quality isn’t enough but as you know people are fucking soft.

Me: Are we all just a bunch of hipster douchebags for collecting vinyl and cassettes, or do you think there’s actually good reasoning behind it all? Why vinyl again? Why not CDs? What does this change about the music industry and is it for the better?

Jim: ha, should have read this first right? most of you are hipster douchbags but that has nothing to do with anything. records sound and look better, they also help establish more of a connection with an album for a listener. cds are cheap, shitty, and were just a capitalist front to make more money by spending less on production. formats went cd and recording went digital, now look at the music? shit sucks.

Me: Any tips for college students?

Jim: drop out and live.

Me: I know you guys don’t make much money. Why do you do it?

Jim: because i’m not a bitch like everyone else.

Me: What’s next for the band?

Jim: just putting out more of the realest shit, we can’t be touched.

Me: Any other bands we should be listening to?

Jim: the beatles, dan webb and the spiders, and infinity hotel.

Me: Any closing words?

Jim: eat shit.

nine songs that made me fall in love with punk via dying scene… plus one!

1. PTL Klub – “Sometimes I Feel”

as a child growing up my dad and his brothers had a hardcore band and they were without a doubt the greatest boston hardcore band of all time although terrible bands such as slapshot, dys, and ssd often get the credit… not to mention they were real and didn’t play the suck suck games all those other jocks were famous for and you certainly wouldn’t see them putting trash like dys is currently doing. boston hardcore is the fu’s, jerry’s kids, and ptl.

2. Ramones – “We’re A Happy Family”

this was the first band i ever heard, the lyrics were goofy but real… i can only imagine what my pre school teachers thought when i would sing it.

3. Buzzcocks – “I Don’t Know What To Do With My Life”

my dad had a truck with an 8 track player growing up and he had a different kind of tension, we listened to it every day and most days i still do… great song writing.

4. Negative Approach – “Can’t Tell No One”

this band spoke to me like no other, the lyrics are my life philosophy and should be yours.

5. Black Flag – “American Waste”

true story, if you don’t agree you’re probably rich.

6. The Jam – “This Is The Modern World”

most pissed, paul weller simply does not give a fuck.

7. Bad Brains – “FVK”

you may not understand how your system works but the bad brains have for a long time, band should not be this tight… fastest ever.

8. Nirvana – “In Utero” (album)

so you are the biggest band in the world, people loved your last record and are dying to hear what’s next! what do you do? if you’re kurt you write the heaviest record of all time full of feedback, screaming, pain, and sarcasm… the most punk moment in music history.

9. The Beatles – “Revolution”

read the lyrics and think about them, without a doubt the hardest song ever written. not only did this teach me at a young age to stand up against the oppressive nature of the not so “free” market but it also taught me what real rock and roll was all about. growing up on this helped me avoid a lot of the garbage shit music kids got into after the disaster of 1994, i was able to duck kiddie fart and poop shit like nofx, blink, offspring, and all that fat wreck chords stuff.

10. Death Threat - “Dead at Birth”

the most important part of hardcore to me is not the old bands you dig… it’s the bands you grew up with, the bands you went to see, and if you were lucky enough the bands you got to play with. i wasn’t around to see negative approach, poison idea, black flag, cro-mags, and the bad brains so to say that any of them are my tops would only make me feel stupid. death threat is and always will be my favorite hardcore band of all time, realest.

interview with my boy jake at approaching oblivion.

Interview w/Jim Domenici of The Fake Boys & Hammer Bros!

.AO-BLOGZINE INTERVIEWS JIM DOMENICI OF THE FAKE BOYS.


AO: Hi Jim. For starters, I want to ask what’s going on in your world? What is new?

JD: Eh, same old shit… I just got home from a years worth of touring, I got married and I just finished writing a new Fake Boys record. Now I’m playing Skyrim and getting ready to do it all over again. 


AO: What can you tell me about the new Fake Boys album titled Pig Factory? How does it differ from earlier releases?

JD: The biggest difference is that we are a better band all around and I am obviously a better songwriter now then when the band first formed. This record seems to be what the band has been trying to write since day one and it’s the record I’ve been trying to write since I was 14. We’ve had to deal with a lot of shit in terms of finding our niche/sound - but we’ve definitely put all that to rest.

The thing that has bothered me most over the past 4 years is the incorrect assumption that we’re trying to be a traditional pop-punk band. NO ONE hates 3-chord pop punk/ramones-core more than I do - reason being that NOT ONE Ramones-core band actually SOUNDS LIKE THE RAMONES!

For anyone who bothered to jam our last 7” Nice Knowing You on Kiss of Death, this upcoming LP will pick up right where that left off. It’s heavy 90’s ish alternative/pop with a heavy 60’s rock influence. Imagine it being a record influenced by 90’s alternative/pop and heavy 60’s rock…All the while being played by 80’s hardcore nerds. Imagine Negative Approach trying to write the first two Weezer records or some shit. It’s warm, catchy, and dead serious.


For people who fail to understand the way rock & roll works (which is pretty much everyone except you and I), you usually don’t hit the nail on the head right off the bat, or as I like to say…YOU DON’T TOUR ON A DEMO. This LP is us finding our sound completely, this is us smashing the fuck out of the nail, this is our fucking band. I learned how to be in bands by watching The Beatles and The Ramones growing up, and I’ve spent the past 29 years of my life trying to do what they did. I love every aspect of rock & roll, I play guitar 5 hours a fucking day, and I couldn’t be any prouder that my “I want to hold your hand” has evolved into my “and your bird can sing”. If that isn’t enough to make most of you feel stupid, suck this…Rubber Soul WAS NOT The Beatles first record. The Fake Boys Pig Factory will be the most honest LP of the year.



AO: I may be out of the loop - is there anything going on with Hammer Bros?


JD: We broke up a year and a half ago but we played a reunion this past Halloween. We did all Misfits covers, no original jams. 
 
 



AO: I remember once when we were hanging out frequently - we ate food at some restaurant in boston and then happened to fall into some sort of crazy intelligent/ deep conversation within minutes. Does this happen with you regularly? Who have been some writers/philsophers/thinkers etc. that influence your outlook on life?


JD: Dude, that was a great night… I think about it all the time. it definitely happens a lot, but it’s a reflection of the type of people i like to hang out with. My friends and I don’t think the same so we learn a lot from each other, and learning is one of the only forms of stimulation that truly gets me excited. When I’m hanging with someone new I like to engage in conversation and push that person to bring out their best thoughts and qualities.

In terms of writers/philosophers/thinkers I really dig Nietzsche, Thomas Paine, Betrand Russel, Kerouac, and John Lennon. When I was finishing up college I came to the conclusion that I would never use my degree because I didn’t support the justice system in which I would have to work, so I picked up a philosophy minor to feel like I was actually getting something out of my education. My life changed forever and John Lennon, he’s been speaking to me since I was a little boy who would wake up at 4 am and blast his fisher price record player. To be perfectly honest, my father is my biggest influence; he just knows how to live. During one of my last classes when I was finishing up my degree I was asked “What is the most important thing your Father ever taught you?”, my answer: The Ramones. What else needs to be said?


AO: Any thoughts on this presidential candidate stuff?


JD: I added one of my old high school english teachers on Facebook. He mentioned that to stop reading or watching the news was the best thing he had ever done. I soon did the same.


AO:
 
What can you tell me about your touring schedule in 2012?

JD: When this record drops we are gone, forever… don’t sleep. 




LISTEN TO THE FAKE BOYS!
music, skyrim, and dog talk w/ jay maas!

So you used to be in a hardcore band.. what happened?  You get fucked up?

nah, i was already really fucked up which is why i started a hardcore band in the first place. when we called it a day we were doing better than we ever had which is why it seemed perfect to hang it up. i needed hardcore to help me to explore who i was and what i really wanted to do with my life, and once i got all that i was looking for there was really no reason for the band to stay together just because things were going good. i never thought of hardcore as music, to me it’s more of a social movement so to hang around saying the same shit year after year would only make me feel stupid. another thing was i was sick of being misunderstood as a person, it feels like shit to have people think they know what you’re all about when they themselves are everything i’m against. what it boils down to is some people love hardcore with all their heart and some fake it for all its obvious advantages being such a big money market. for the people who live it everyday, i can’t thank you enough… and for the rest of you, i think you should read the lyrics and try to form some sort of real life connection with hardcore instead of living it through messageboards and making everything i love look so fucking cheap. i will be a hardcore dude until the day i die but to say my thoughts on how a hardcore band should operate are anything but fascist would be a lie. on a side note, i am playing guitar in a band called rude awakening with some of my best dudes and we got a 7” coming out on BBB so be on the look out for that. i don’t get to play all the shows becuase the fake boys are so busy and stuff but i can honestly say getting together with josh hynes to write these jams is always one of the best parts of my week.


What’s this song(drug rug) about?

i wrote this song when my now wife (how about that married life eh?) was going on vacation to south africa. i was just coming at her with all this shit, tearing apart every positive thought she had about the place before, during, and after her trip. obviously just being a nerd i was pulling up rape statistics and throwing them in her face, bashing her for wanting to donate to christian charities because she felt so bad for the poor kids in the townships, all the uge stuff i do to people. it was a good chance for me to work my sense of humour (completely based in logic and inspired heavily by monty python’s flying circus and the beatles movies) into my song writing and go way over the top, which i obviously love to do at all times. looking at the song now i am proud that the way i truly think can be reflected in a not so serious, funny way because the punchline for me and my sick brain is that when you strip it all down you’ll realize, i’m dead serious.


I’ve recorded all basically all the records for all the bands you’ve been in for the last 6 years.  What gives?  

it’s that friend rate, ooops… i know for a fact you know what i’m going to say and i know that you just want me write about it because it’s funny so, i do all my records with you because i am a lunatic. i can hear things in a mix that most would swear don’t exist, i will book time just to come back and dub a fucking pick scrape, i will spend the majority of the session recording feedback, and you are cool with it all ha. nah, we’ve had lot of time to develop a record making relationship and i can’t imagine i would feel as comfortable with anyone else and that really helps kill my anxiety. you can get the sound i want without fail and all your ideas and suggestions seem to come from the same place as mine. i respect you and you respect me, and that kind of a situation helps create good, honest, art.

What level is your Skyrim character?  You ever fuck with enchanting?    

hit level 31 last night dog, and i’ve been enchanting like a mother bitch. i play a mid aged nord named ‘lord christ’ but don’t form an opinion on this man so quick for he is not your typical nordic warrior. the first perk tree i pounded hard was block, my shield bash will fuck your life up quick. next, i took the one handed route just to accompany my shield prowess though i didn’t max it or anything. after a long discussion about archery in your studio, i dedicated a shit ton of time to the art. i can now slow down time by 50 percent and have a skill of over 80. lately i have been working heavy on speechcraft and alteration. i recenetly enchanted ‘the hand of christ’ (which is a skyforge supperior sword) with the ability to do 20 points of magika damage but please don’t take me for one of those companion losers, i just use them for the use of the forge. i also recently enchanted my elven bow with the ability to trap the souls of those who fall within the first 15 seconds of battle, shit is hot. i will most likely enroll for the college of winterhold sometime in the coming weeks as well, as long as my FAFSA goes through.

Talk about your new record almost like this was a real interview.  

this is the record i’ve been trying to write since i was 14, and with a little help from a friend i was able to let go of all the insecurities that have been holding me back the past 16 years and fully document my personality and life experience on record. i spent the majority of my childhood in my bedroom with joey ramone and john lennon being my only friends, and they told me that i don’t have to let this world tell me who i am and who i want to be. this record is my rubber soul, and this band is my last chance to be in the ramones. ‘pig factory’ was recorded with jay maas at getaway studios and will be out march 27th via animal style records. 

What’s good with that dog at the end of the video?  That looks like a cool dog.  

that’s my babe zucchini! i taught her to sit on my back when i do pushups so i could get an extra 25 pounds of resistance, she is my world. i actually have to go pick her up as soon as i’m done with this interview because she had surgery today on her cherry eye, she is going to be all drugged up and confused… breaks my heart. she gets seriously depressed when she has to wear the cone, like she won’t even move so it’s going to be a rough couple weeks but we are a strong family ha. i actually bought a shirt at petco that says ”it’s all fun and games until somebody ends up in the cone.”

Final words?  

this world can’t have me.

checkout the spot we did on brokenheadphones, feed your head.

Interview: Jim Domenici of The Fake Boys

Earlier this year, I threw a record on my turntable by a band I had never heard of.  I did it out of morbid curiosity and honestly was not too sure I was going to even get through the first side.  Of course I judged a band by its cover and had no right in doing so, because that record ruled.  The band is called The Fake Boys and I made sure I did a proper review on them clearly pointing out that they reach back to the 90s and should never have been considered a pop punk band.

I do not know honestly why I was hesitant in spinning that record.  Maybe I need to just cut that crap off.

Anyways, I am glad I introduced myself to The Fake Boys.  If you were lucky enough to have grown up in the 90s and fed off the music scene, chances are you will love this band.  They recall alternative rock, grunge rock, and true punk rock in their style making for a style this music listener really appreciated.

Recently I was able to catch up with signer/guitarist Jim Domenici of The Fake Boys post-Fest.  It’s a little bit of a read, but let me tell you, this may be my favorite interview I have done to date.  Jim’s mind rolls just like mine does in ways and it was just fun shooting the breeze with him.  Check it out:


BHP: So, tell me, since I once again missed out on it…how was The Fest?

JD: We had a great time [and] got to see all our friends from around the country in one stop.  I tucked myself away at a bro bar and watched football for the majority of my time.  Overall, Fest exceeded my expectations and we couldn’t have been happier

Football huh? College or pro?  What teams are you a fan of?  I’ll always be a Browns fan for life.

Pro.  I’m a New England Patriots guy through and through though I would like to see them get away from this pussy pass shit and get back to defense.  The Buffalo Bills are also my guilty pleasure.  I know they are in my division, but I love the dirty culture.  Other then that, I can get behind the Browns, Niners, and Chiefs.

Nice.  So were you able to check out a lot of bands you wanted to see?

Luckily, we got to enjoy all of the bands we wanted to see.  Negative Approach was great; most brutal.

More importantly, how was your set?

Anyone there who means anything to us was in the room singing along and headbanging the whole time.  Probably the best show we’ve ever played.  I realized how lucky we are to do what we do.

Seriously, what feelings do you have when you play your heart out to a crowd and see them all singing along with you?

I can’t even explain.  I’m just a regular dude who tries to be as selfless as possible so the shit I write about really floors me.  To see people connect or even just appreciate my art enough to apply my songs to their own lives is the only reason I’m alive.  I’m a lucky guy.

Who else did you guys get to play with that night? 

House Boat, Pretty Boy Thorson, and Vacation all destroyed Nelly’s. We were all lucky to play such a solid venue to such a dope crowd.

So, let’s talk about the Fake Boys. Is there any special meaning behind your band’s name?

Our band is an open book.  The name, lyrics, melodies, song structures, album art, and even Facebook posts are all meant to be ripped apart so i don’t want to give away too much, but anyone who knows us personally knows we don’t front.  In a scene that blows it’s load over anyone and anything made of paper or plastic, we are definitely the odd men out but that’s ok.  We want the listener to figure things out for themselves and apply what they dig up to their own lives.

Can you give me a little history on how The Fake Boys became?

We all played in hardcore bands for years and as we got older we really missed melody.  We combine the ethos and aggression of hardcore with our love for song writing and crafting melody.

Nice way to formulate what you are now musically.  So was it always just Jim, Joe, and Jay? That’s a lot of J’s.

No, we’ve had a few drummer, but this is the first time we’ve felt like we’re all on the same page.

You mentioned you played in hardcore bands prior to TFB. Any notable acts?

none more notable than anyone else… hardcore is about the bigger picture and where you’re from not the bands you played in, MVHC until the day i die.dd

What was it like growing up in Lowell, MA?

We all actually grew up in different parts of Massachusetts and moved the band to Lowell to write the This Is Where Our Songs Live LP.  It’s a great city and reflects the working class values we believe and has always been a vibrant art community.  That being said, because of it’s mix of culture, it’s a wonderful place to create for good, honest, hard working people.

It is so easy for me to hear 90s alt rock in your sound. Who are some of your influences?  I am sure that is a very open ended question…

Well, I’m 30 so what do you expect?  For us the 90s sound is not a trend, it’s something what we grew up on.  Unlike the fake punk boom of 1994 that destroyed music as we know it, the explosion that came before it was the first and last time we saw real people getting their due for making real music in our lifetime, besides a few important bands who broke through i.e. rage against the machine and  Against Me!.  The early 90s explosion was driven by that hardcore ethos that lives within us, it’s something innate that we just can’t shake.  It’s not so much about a sound but about a way of thinking.  The bands that really do it for us are  Nirvana, The Fastbacks, Superdrag, Negative Approach, Ramones, Black Flag, Poison Idea, The Beatles, and Dinosaur Jr.

I’m 35. I hear ya about your preference in sound. I’ve been listening to more bands than ever that I grew up with like Hum, Promise Ring, Quicksand, and Dino Jr. just to rifle off a couple.  Do you really need to just blame all the fake 94 punk acts?  What about all the new bands or even the old bands that just keep trying to stay alive and really have no business doing so like dare I say Green Day and sadly Jane’s Addiction?

Ha ha, I don’t mean for shit like that to be taken too seriously as most of the time I’m just trying to entertain myself while putting my true feelings on the table.  The differences between people’s taste is important and keeps music from getting boring.  I don’t know why people seem to get bummed when I write about how I don’t like a band.  Just because I’m not a fan doesn’t mean that I think others shouldn’t be.  I grew up on bands like Nirvana and the Ramones who hid nothing.  Kurt liked Eddie but was pretty vocal about how he thought Pearl Jam was terrible!  The Ramones hated the Sex Pistols and Johnny was a proud Republican.  These bands were powerful because they kept it real and didn’t play the game for the sake of doing better.

I’m not a little bitch, so I’m not going to lie about my taste to sell records or make friends.  Anyone offended needs to lose their ego.  It’s just for me personally, the 94′ explosion never did anything.  When I look at it, I see a departure from the independent nature of the early 90s and the start of “we will do whatever you want, just pay us.”  It just sucks that the culture that bent over for business is what people commonly refer to as punk.  That’s just not punk to me, so I guess maybe I’m not punk.  To be honest, I try my best not to mention Green Day in this mess ever.  I think they’ve written some really great songs.  I’m a fan up until Warning, and besides that “Minority” song, I think Warning has some of their best material.  I also do not dislike music just because it’s a specific genre or from a certain time period, I dislike music when I get a feel that the song writing is dishonest.  I don’t write because I want to, I do it because I have to, so maybe I’m a tough sell.  I like any band who I think writes good songs.  I think of music from a next level perspective, I’ve learned to ignore all genres.  We are a band and when we go on tour we play with other bands and I take them for what they are  with no influence from public opinion.  With that being said, there are a lot of great bands in this country and they know that I’m not talking about them.  I think Lipstick Homicide should be the biggest band in the world and they’re going to be; they could save rock and roll.

Damn dude…well said on many levels.  Moving on, Pig Factory was a killer release by you all. When can we expect a follow up?

Aas soon as we wrap up this trip, we are going to demo some new jams.  We’ve actually been playing a new one called “Red, White, and Bouge” on this current tour.

I have seen a lot of people label you guys as pop-punk including someone at punknews.org, but that is far from the truth. What do you have to say to those who are quick to label your sound in one genre?

I mean, people can only speak about what they think they understand.  The fact is, I grew up on bands, not specific types of bands. The Beatles were a fucking band, The Ramones were a fucking band, as bands grew you wanted to grow with them because you liked the fucking band! For me, the best part about rock and roll was wondering what a band was going to do next.  With the pop punk scene,  you don’t seem to see that as much because most people within the scene aren’t intelligent enough to do so  It’s insecurity that scares people from thinking outside the box.  We come from the strongest hardcore scene in the country and shit is real, so we honestly don’t give a fuck about pop punk scene.

So, what is up with the cover for Pig Factory?

I want people to put the record on, read the lyrics, examine the cover and figure it out for themselves.  Like I said, this band is an open book.

I did that exactly with Pig Factory. I felt like a teen all over again examining everything from the vinyl itself to the lyrics. I wish more bands would do that.  iTunes really ruined that experience if you ask me.

I agree.  People I went to school with in the 90s who don’t go to shows or know anything about punk have emailed me and said things like “I haven’t gave a shit about music since high school and i just want you to know that you’re record brought back feelings i thought i would never feel again” and that’s what it’s all about.

I love that you have no problem vocalizing your thoughts over certain social networking sites. From salt intake to being of age when In Utero originally released, I am always entertained and intrigued by what I read. One of the posts I found interesting was pertaining to how you were once a 22 year old brainwashed Republican. What happened to you that broke the chains of self-closure within the comfort zone you were trapped in?

I took a principles of logic class and it fucked my life up for good in the best way possible.  I realized that the choices I’d been making weren’t logically sound and were in no way reflective of who I really was as a person.  I realized that being happy was the only goal worth having and that it was easier to achieve than people think or don’t think.  When I examined my life choices up to that point, I realized that the driving force behind them was insecurity, status, and money.  I was completely brainwashed.  It’s hard to think back on my life without getting upset, I was such a miserable person.  I wanted to die but was too much of a fucking pussy to do anything about it because I was caught in that comfortable, corporate net.  In the end, I have no one to blame but myself, but with the help of logic, philosophy, hardcore, and a good friend, I was able to figure out who I really am and how to live my life to it’s fullest potential.

I’m glad you got there, but I don’t think you should blame yourself at all man. You came to terms and moved to where you want to be. Honestly, I’m still hoping to find that niche that takes me to a new level where I can honestly say I’m living life to the fullest.

Right, life moves.  We gotta move with it and to think that where we are today is where we will be tomorrow is absolutely illogical.

So I know you are going to be wrapping up a tour, but what is next for The Fake Boys?

Just going to spend the holidays with my friends and family, get back to busting my ass at a job that i truly love with all my heart, and i’m going to write the greatest rock and roll record of all time… again.

Tell me why people should listen to your band.

We’re real.

Anything you would like to mention?

Save the country, buy American, and lose your ego.

welcome to the pig factory, enjoy your life.

this is our band: as bands shift their sound to lock in with the maturation of their fans and those fans begin to mature beyond what those bands have the ability to create, here we are still doing the only thing we know how to do. from the outside looking in it seems that your taste in life is mapped out for you in the same sort of way our greedy politicians map the mindset of this great nation’s older generations. it makes me sick to think about but it’s not my problem if as listeners, artists, and as a people in general most of you aren’t intelligent enough to think for yourself. in my later years i seem to be finding ways to ignore this nonsense rather than get all worked up about it as the melody shift in the second verse is intended to imply, and though you may be under the impression that we think the same i assure you it is only a phase and you will soon grow out of it. the day i lose my integrity is the day i die and i would rather castrate myself than peddle my art as if it was some corporate business and my words and/or sounds were thought out like a business plan. you all make me sick because it is you that has destroyed rock and roll, you buy in because you’re the pigs the factory has created and even though you will never admit it, it haunts you every minute of every single day. i’m not going to sit here and tell you that reality is our only goal because that is apparent and i don’t need to tell you how good we are because you can obviously hear. welcome to honesty in the modern world.

it’s nice to meet you, that’s my name too
a face to remember to forget about soon
we could’ve been your favorite band
could’ve been the black hole in your head

they’re all the same you know
but i’m here, i’m waiting, and i’m watching you…

it’s nice to meet you, that’s my head too
we can’t let the monsters pick and choose
we could’ve been your favorite band
could’ve been my reason to live again

i’m in your head.

this is our sound: from the day i was born i was force fed ramones, beatles, and buzzcocks because i was lucky enough to have a father who was down. shortly after hitting double digits nirvana changed the world thus fucking up beyond repair this already inquisitive child who was starting to realize that rock and roll was the only thing that really mattered. i’ve been playing in bands since i was in 6th grade and i played in countless imaginary bands for years before that so i’ve had plenty of time to work this grudge i carry today. the beauty of writing and playing music for so long is that i have a decent grasp of how much bullshit floods the big picture and how much bullshit funds the flood. as a label chances are you are actively out there looking for the next big thing and i completely understand, this is america and “it’s business” as one of my old managers who is one of the biggest pieces of shit i have ever met would say on the regular. this song is nothing but a vehicle for me to tell you how much i don’t respect you. i understand you probably have a life you are proud of outside of the “industry” but i feel like i would be doing you a severe injustice if i was to not tell you much of a joke i think you are, but the joke is on me right? you have money and i’m a bum living in someone’s basement, typing this on a laptop that barely functions at a windows 95 level so in a way i guess you’re right. i live each day trying to make up for years crushing the wrong path and now with my back against the wall i’m trying to figure out just who i am and what it means to truly be alive while you live the life of the hip music guy who is “in the know” yet all your inspiration can be traced back to the psychopathic practices of walmart… you should be proud of yourself. some may say that writing shit like this is just going to make it harder for me and my art to well but if you know me, that’s the story of my life. my grandfather called me “mouth” and always said that the shit i say would get me in trouble someday, man do i miss him and fuck, do i hope he was right. i’m spending the rest of my life trying to find my own way in this world, i will find away around your soulless american dream and when i do you’re all going to look really, really stupid.

i’ve been spending my whole life waiting for you to call
i’ve never been that good, but i’m ok
i’ve been spending my best nights screaming, hoping you’ll hear
i’ve never had the sound but i’m still down

i’ve been learning to crawl, taking fewer steps towards the bar      
i know those simple ears are hard to please
i’ve been learning to count on nothing but counting me out
i’ll cut this nose to spite but what else is new, right?

i’ve been trying to slow down, breaking every rule that i’ve found
still trying to make a fool out of all of you

i’ve been wasting your time for years but now i feel like you’re wasting mine

i feel like i’m wasted.

move this: i’ve spent every minute of my worthless life chasing the sounds in my head. it might not seem like a big deal but sometimes it’s hard to feel comfortable in public playing drums on my chest while humming what will soon be guitar riffs over it all. to be honest, what people think of me upon first notice is exactly what i am. this monster was created from manipulation and every problem a result of realizing every dream he’s ever chased up until this point has existed within an empty box which has been constructed to benefit the system’s keepers, though i guess some of us are raised to enjoy it’s contents as well. a quiet mind and an answer for every question life could possibly throw at you are nice for the simple but those of us who are a little more complex will require more proof than the box is designed to provide. most days it’s hard not to feel like a science experiment being pushed and poked from every possible angle just to see where i’ll end up and if they can use me for something. to say i hate you for this would be letting you off easy and though i will never forgive you, i am fully prepared to forget about you for the rest of my time here. my uncle and i were recently discussing our family and our constant battle with OCD. we tend to get into things real hard and then drop them completely after we feel like we’ve exhausted them to the fullest. the conclusion we arrived at was that it doesn’t matter to us what others think about our interests as long as we have convinced ourselves that we are the best at whatever it may be that we’re currently hung up on, and if we aren’t do we at least have the ability to manipulate others into thinking that we are. in the end i’ve realized that the most important skill a man can have is his ability to make friends and find the good in the differences between us because those differences are what makes this earth a special place. your system sucks the self from the best of us but your world can’t have me. i only hate because i love so much and i hope this world eats you alive.

i’ve sold my old weight in smiles
crushed the road and crawled a thousand miles
now that you’re here i’ll watch you die
feed the earth, i’m going to make you feel the way you’ve made me feel

i tried to find myself but you looked away
i’ll never forgive you for what you’ve done
and don’t ask for me to stay because i don’t think i could

i want the time to crawl on you like the time flew by for me

i’d pick a million roses to pick a million noses
and it’s a popular trend but i was never your friend.

don’t live: ok, you got me good but the cat’s out of the bag. i’ve got to figure out a way to be my own man without pissing on other’s abilities to do the same but the alternative routes people take against your soul corruption are inspired by the same fascist roots that sprouted this mess. your plastic “moral” structure is pushed by actors, whom make a living of lying. you champion these clowns as heros so the people of this great nation will adopt similar moral codes, convienient when it comes to election time eh? “oh my god, this person thinks just like me!” says the sheep as you’ve taught them to speak, or how to make sounds that resemble our language of choice but like an asshole you’ve forgot to program them with the ability to reason. it took some guts for me to abandon the “real world” but i have to say life is a lot better when you spend your days alive. i know you don’t want people like me here as you see my way of thinking as a threat to your job security but i love this country and it’s people far too much to just fall into line and watch you kill them from the inside out. i just want you to know that i love for the sake of loving and i know that you know that i know that you push loving out of fear only. i’ve been fortunate enough to meet lots of great people and lucky enough to have found support from some who think i have something to offer but the truth is that like socrates and op ivy, “all i know is that i don’t know nothing and that’s fine.”

hello world, i’ve got a life and i see what the pigs are selling
i try to live below but above the shit who’s scene i’m smelling still
you’ve got to make this war your own
like jesus said per ronnie “my love is ready to go”

hello world, i’ve got a home and i see what your money’s missing
i try to live with soul but not the soul they want existing here
you’ve got to make this war your own
like jesus said per ronnie  “my love is ready to go”

you hang around like i’m someone
but i’ve never found just who i am

you’re a loser: in a sick world the real will find the real. i just want you to know that the day we met you unexpectedly changed my life. when you’re around i know i can joke, i can be dead serious, and i can just be. i have a severe problem with people not seeing me for who i am, it’s honestly pushed me to the point of death multiple times but you see people for who they really are. like me you aren’t afraid to judge a book by it’s cover, it’s a defense mechanism so you don’t get hurt but once you get to know people it seems you aren’t afraid to bend your original judgement to mold the truth you’ve uncovered. it’s a noble trait that i’ve held as my best quality for years and “you and i” both know that however we were cut and/or by whomever we were cut, the mother cloth from which we came from was the same. i sing this song for you because you are a part of me that can’t be identified, our relationship is something that can’t be explained with the common perception of reason but only by those who possess the inate goodness in which we both believe comes as first instinct for the human race. because of the way shit is these days people like us may never get the chance to play the hand we deserve but it brings a smile to my face just knowing that we’ve found each other in this mess.

you are my friend despite how hard it is to stomach her
i care about you all so much it’s fucked
i know i may seem intense but it’s just a front

you saw me through even though i’m easy to ignore
i know that i can be too much at times
but that’s just because i want inside your mind

they all say i’m sick but i can’t get enough
my friends all say i’m sick but i can’t get enough
you are my lungs even though you aren’t
you are my lungs, give me your ears and i’m gone

some birds won’t sing for you and i.

best post: i bet you had no idea how much those conversations meant to me, likely because i never told you. to be fair, a lot of it didn’t sink in until well after i was gone. for 5 years i worked a 16 hour shift every saturday and i looked forward to it. one day a week that shithole was run the way it should be and it created an environment where real people could thrive. in the grand scheme i guess we were just helping some of the dirtiest people we’ve ever met keep their ignorant lives secure but we definitely got the most out of it. it was obvious we held many of the same insecurities and that definitely helped you understand my situation as every single piece of advice you ever gave me still rings true. i never got to give you the comfort and support you deserved because you were always so focused on setting my mind right. if there is anyone in this world who was slighted it was you my friend. to think that some of the most rotten people this fucked up world has to offer get to live the way they do for doing what they do makes me sick. these are the same people who spoke of you as a problem and not a gift from the hands of creation itself. i could never thank you enough for taking me for who i am and i just want you to know that as those who cracked the whip surely live the same soulless lives, snorting the white man’s drug of choice up their piggy corporate noses, just waiting for their wives to leave them for someone real, i am a far better man than i’ve ever dreamed and i owe you at least this piece of my heart via my lungs. i can’t get the stimulation of connection which i need through a 2 year contract no matter how many anytime minutes they throw at me, and when i’m longing for comfort on the road i think about the loving support that was waiting for me every weekend. most of us need nothing short of everything just to get up in the morning but some of us just need a friend to tell us that everything’s going to be alright and no matter what, be yourself. you were the first thing in my life i never took for granted and i miss you so much.

if you can hear me now i hope you feeling fine
you really helped push me to be myself
and i hope that you enjoyed saturday’s for as long as tom and i
i think about it almost every weekend

everybody knows it’s a lonely world for some
i don’t care about anyone or anything
except the things and ones who care for me

i made a choice last year to live straight from the heart
there’s no turning back, i’ve learned to love the life i live
you girls made the most of me and i can’t thank you enough
i hope my sense of humor wasn’t too much

it’s hard being alone and it’s hard living through a phone
when time is the only road home and you and i both want to know we’re ok.

hi friend: i can’t remember a time in my life where you weren’t your own man. while the rest of us were children playing the game of life, you were years beyond. we learned how to write songs together, we loved real music, and always found a reason to tear apart anything everyone else was doing. i live my life now chasing every night we spent in your basement looking for a reason to believe that other people in this world had figured shit out the same way we did, though we knew it wasn’t likely. most kids have some fun but make sure to think about what they are going to do when they grow up, instead we thought about what we weren’t going to do. during the week i would put on the high school suit and do what i thought i had to, but you refused. it’s funny how we can talk about this now and you think it’s cool how i played it while i think your style was absolutely next level. every time i write a song i ask myself, would we have felt this? we aren’t getting any younger that’s for sure but i know that eventually we will be writing music together again. i can’t wait until you come home, see you soon.

you’re on my favorite list
it’s been too long, how’s things? the kids are getting old eh?
you are the reason i’m alive, please tell me i’m alive…

long time good friend, no joke
we’ve spent years far from fear and asking where will we be
you are the song that i try and sing, please tell me i can sing…

and i thank you from the bottom of my heart
you know i can still smell the way your basement smells
and if you ever think of coming home, i’d love to quit the world and get old.

realest world: it’s hard to stomach the fact that the monsters who overthrew this country are benefiting from my existence. what’s worse is realizing that this might be the best option because everyone seems to have sold their identity for a little soviet style security painted red, white, and blue. having trouble swallowing that shit? well, that’s because you’re a fucking idiot and now i have no choice but to just try and squeak out a semi enjoyable existence within the concentration camp that is currently undergoing global expansion at the hands of the working class. if i am going to have to keep my mouth shut for the rest of my life, i am at least going to scream in your ear a little bit while i have the chance. you’re living easy on the money we’re making for you, and chances are you’ve never worked a day in your life and everything that you own was handed to you. i just want you to know that i am not where i am in life because i want to be but because you’ve made it so i have to be. the cat is out of the bag and this life is nothing but a slow roll benefiting the house only. if you don’t see this by now you honestly deserve the depression that will knock your teeth out when you look back on your life from your lonely sty. luckily, i’ve found a couple of good friends who help me cope and i can honestly say that i’ve never been effected by marketing or popular opinion. i may not be able to change the world but at least i’ve found a way to shut you out, so please collect your shit and bust because you’re not welcome here anymore.

we’re pushing the lie for tomorrow at best and heavens a joke again
but i’m thinking we’re better this way
if they only knew their heads would explode
and we’re the ones cleaning the floor
i’d rather be the one holding the door, it’s been nice to know you

we’re pushing the lie for tomorrow at best and heaven’s what it’s always been
but i’m thinking we’re better this way
if they only knew their heads would explode
and we’re the ones closing the store
i’d rather be the one smashing the door, it’s been nice to know you

since i don’t know when i’ve been trying to lose
it’s a game for the slow but now i’m slower than you
try sell me a broken hand
try and make me a better man daddy, please.

i give you my heart and you threw it away.

doggie: the upside to having to leave everything you love behind just to be your own man is that being away really makes you appreciate the things you take for granted when you’re home. when i’m away something as little as a clean pot to boil pasta or a hot shower are worth more than most could ever imagine, let alone when you get real lucky and stumble upon someone with cable or a spice rack. it’s shit like this that makes me realize how lucky i am to have what i have and to live the life that i live. i check the date on my phone every night before i go to bed and count the days until i get to see your face watching and waiting for me to wake up every single morning. it’s easy to lose track when you’re on the go and especially when you’re looking up the mountain ahead of you, but your unconditional love and companionship is all i need to keep kicking and screaming at this ugly world. sometimes it takes a little separation to put my purpose into perspective but i know that i live to provide you with what i think would be your ideal existence. if i can watch and feel you run and play, eat way too fast, sleep sound, be a grump when i’m being selfish and want your attention, and get super excited every time i come home than i know that i’m really living.

i’ll be ok as long as your sleeping right here by my side
i know in your head you’re just waiting for me to get up
i live for you.

clean pigs: as long as you are ok with people making far too much money for what they do or don’t because “it’s not their fault”, i feel like you have no right to complain about anything. i’m by no means saying that anyone has any right to take something from someone else even though they only “earned” it at the expense of fucking over the overwhelming majority of the working class but it’s time to swallow your pride, stomach the truth, and let the world know that you know that you’ve been getting shit on. it’s obvious our society is set up to reward people who work certain occupations with the unconditional love and respect of the public, or at least the love and respect of those too stupid to think for themselves. sorry, but to think that if the working man gets caught with a joint he may lose his job thus causing his family unnecessary struggle and a law enforcement officer can beat his wife or an innocent young man minding his own walking with his attractive girlfriend and keep his job is nothing short of criminal. as long as you’re cool with the institutions whom big money uses to engrain the moral structure that their political puppets will hold into the working class to attract votes (that don’t really count anyway, but that’s another story all together) because you think “they aren’t bothering anyone”, i feel like you have no right to complain about anything. do not assume that i’m slamming religion here because if you share the faith of said institutions i think your participation is a beautiful thing. who am i to say what practice is right or wrong? this is america and our ability to find ourselves is the backbone of this nation. all i’m getting at is that the people’s pursuit of happiness is seriously being infringed upon by the rich and their pursuit of exhausting profits, and if you’re one of those “it’s just what you do” type of guys you are making matters far worse. i’m simply trying to point out that those of you who blindly support these institutions while admitting that you don’t share the beliefs are doing serious damage to the ones you love simply by showing up and going through the motions. the system wants you in the door because the more packed the house, the easier it is for them to prey upon the church’s defenseless followers. since i let go of religion i’ve felt that the most disrespectful thing a person can do towards the religious is to pretend to align yourself with something and then go home and talk about how it’s bullshit, not to mention if there is a god he probably knows exactly how you feel. so keep showing up thinking you aren’t doing any damage but someday you will see that you’re just chumming the waters for this world’s most ferocious predators. don’t think for a fucking second that i’m advocating boycotting funerals or shit like that, if it’s important to someone you love that you participate than you should be there always. it’s just time that those of us playing a part start to pick and choose when is the right time and when it’s pointless, because a lot of people cutting out a lot of pointless trips makes religion look a lot less appetizing to big business. as long as you are ok with corporations controlling every single market we depend on, i feel like you have no right to complain about anything. listen, i’m fucking poor. i make less per year currently than i did when i was 15 and i absolutely cannot afford to live, so if you have to shop at the cheapest possible outlet do so but know where you’re spending your money and let people know that you aren’t shopping there because you want to but because you have to. remember, like the zapatista idea states “the important thing is the spectacle that you make out of an event in the media, as opposed to the event itself.” so for the rest of you, go live your pretty life, tell all your friends how wonderful it is on facebook, and while you’re at it take a few pictures of you and your favorite alcoholic beverage for your default pic to prove this “american dream” is all it’s cracked up to be, but when you sleep remember that everything i’ve just mentioned is running through your head not because i’m some sort of prophet but because it’s common sense. it took me a while to see that a clean pig is still a pig and no matter how hard shit gets at least i know that selling my soul is not an acceptable definition of success, i’m not like you.

i’ll be sleeping at your front door no matter where you’re from
living slower than secure because a house is not a home
it’s who’s better than me and who’s selling who
you’re better than me but i’m fucking you

you begged me for my eyes and made this collect call for years
i’d trade you this skull for legs so i could outrun my brain
i swear it’s every time i’m done, it’s every time i wake
it’s every time i think i’ve taken all there is to take
there’s gotta be an out, i’ve gotta find a friend
i’ve got to feed this cold world’s heart again.

swine club: the very first time i stepped onto that bus i knew something was wrong. i always had trouble finding a group to fall in with, and with that being the primary concern of our society i wasn’t often regarded as one of the more intelligent children in class. in fact, my early school life is filled with tales of teachers telling my father that i was retarded and i needed to be put on medication to get by. i’m forever grateful for my father’s reluctance to drug me, and being able to indulge in the glorious tales of my father losing his mind on some school worker until they’ve been reduced to tears is just an added bonus. i remember one morning in second grade coming into school and being redirected to a new class as soon as i entered the building, it wasn’t until i was 24 or so until i learned why my class had even been changed in the first place. when i was in 3rd grade i was cleaning out my desk before april vacation and i filled my backpack with trash. i dumped that shit when i got home but a couple pieces of trash fell behind the barrel, i obviously ignored it but my father and his brother noticed it that night. one of the pieces of trash was an old valentines day card from a girl in my class. no big deal really, as we were obligated to give a valentines day card to everyone and this one just got pushed to the back of my desk and being a lazy, fat, shit i didn’t clean my desk often but my father and my uncles destroyed me. they teased me for years about how this particular girl was my girlfriend and i obviously hated her for no reason so i was furious. they got my whole family on board at one point and tricked my poor grandmother into thinking she really was my girlfriend and she would defend me for having a girlfriend which pissed me the off even more. all that being said, at this age i thought an appropriate counter for this abuse was to tell everyone i came into contact with for the next year or so that “i was a gaylord.” family, friends, teachers, waiters, police officers, whoever… i didn’t give a fuck. the only reason i bring this story up is because even early on i was out of step with those around me of similar age. not only was my sense of humor years beyond but at an age where the thought of having girlfriend repulsed me, i was still realistic enough to see that being gay wasn’t a big deal. needless to say, school never interested me much. my anxiety has always been through the roof so while reasonable in most respects, i still always had an addiction to catholicism. as i child i was scarred of everything, my parents tell me about how i would cry every time i drove past a carnival because i was afraid of the lights so i’m not surprised it took me so long to examine my life… enter buddhism, philosophy, and hardcore. i don’t need to do much explaining here and the story is not nearly as entertaining as my childhood so i’ll save you the obvious. there is no doubt that rock and roll saved my life at an early age, but if i am to accept that as truth i can’t deny that hardcore saved my life again in my 20’s. for this reason i play games with my lyrics, hiding shit for those who like to live it. for example: “it’s a language of love, through hate you could never understand it all.” the line reads clearly as is but if you bump that comma over two words it will read completely different as it is directed at another specific group of people while meaning the same thing, and hardcore only hates because it loves so much (it’s a language of love through hate, you could never understand it all). if you’re surprised that i turned out the way i did, remember i was raised on rock and roll and horror movies… my sister and i were honestly the luckiest children on the planet. please don’t get any crazy ideas about this shit as all i’m trying to do is write a good, honest, rock and roll record the only way i know how. rock and roll used to be the peoples direct line to the rest of the country, the government, and the rest of the world for that matter so the direction of this record seems far from revolutionary to me, it just seemed like the appropriate time for me to document my soul. the line has obviously been cut and/or bought depending on which way you look at it and what used to be the people’s voice is now anything but. most people don’t even meet the definition of a human as a human is generally regarded as “a rational animal.” so in the end where does following my heart in this day and age get me? it gets me smoking in my dads basement, unemployed, asking “what should we do now?” there is no place in the world that i’d rather be. to the dudes who stole the money that was stolen from me in the first place, the check is in the mail and if this is the last thing i ever write i just want you all to know that i really miss rock and roll, stop fucking it up.

i lost my heart learning to read
and found some faith for reason i couldn’t see
you know i’m a mess, it’s entirely true
you know i’m a mess, but it’s the best i can do

i lost my voice learning to speak
it’s language of love, through hate you could never understand it all
you know i’m a mess, it’s entirely true
you know i’m a mess, but it’s the best i can do

i’m coming over because nothing to do
i’ve been down before but i’d rather be there with you
lets smoke our brains into steady stew of “what should we do now?”

one of the best meals of my life… thanks houston,.

one of the best meals of my life… thanks houston,.

fine.

fine.

top of the world mom! check out our 7 minutes in heaven spot on burning angel…

top of the world mom! check out our 7 minutes in heaven spot on burning angel…