me me me me
cameron || audio nerd from jersey || drummer of bands || living in philadelphia ||
and now that you’ve read MY post. listen to MY music
here’s what I’ve been thinking about stuff I used to feel an overwhelming passion for:
-latley everyone new I meet at shows is way over their heads like because you go to a goddamn basement show you are in some unique clique or something. I thought shows were for the music.
-most people have evil green eyes
-internet personas are the fakest and shittiest part of the so-called ‘music scene’
-your music is generally going to go unnoticed unless your band actively posts about your stance on political issues//anything that doesn’t have to do with the music. without that how on earth are you going to get likes?
-however, because they post PC shit like that all the fucking time, you’d think your music community is involved with people that are into safe spaces, equality, etc. only to find out horrible things your friends have done. it’s fucked up.
-the music is not the most important aspect of a band anymore
time to listen to the smiths self titled for the 800th time this week
dudes who call their girlfriends bitches ironically or unironically make me cringe.
session went….. not too well :/
the open sky smiles
the lonely cloud frowns
the truck sweats as he runs
from town to town
the radio serenades
wyoming stays quiet
the joints’ dying slowly
but we stay right by it
the cd dies too
an endless fermata
the sun waves farewell
rebirth is nevada
the night hugs us tight
our only friend close
the van wants to rest
waiting anxiously, the coast
Tonight I’m doin the first recording session for this band Spirulina. I’m nervous as fuck. I want this to be the best record I’ve ever produced