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Wow… changes. Lots.
I’ma try to keep this short, however.
Moved in with my buddy Morgan, whom is also the cofounder, vocalist, and a guitarist for KEVLAR. He has been between jobs for much of the time, which is nothing new, BUT we have been professionally recorded! And by we, I mean seriously just me and Morgan; Aaron has decided he isnt returning to KEVLAR, and Red the bassist is servin us in Iraq. Still waitin for the guy to give us the finished CD, however. You can bet that when the CD is finished, I’ll have some tracks up here for free as a sample For now you may gaze upon the pictures and videos taken during recording, lotsa funny stuff, some cool stuff too, like me drumming . All available on the KEVLAR MySpace, I do believe. www.myspace.com/soundofKEVLAR
Quit workin at the shack, was jobhunting for months unsuccessfully, the economy stinks in this town at this time,… ended up goin back to work at DairyQueen. Oh well. It pays, and I’ve got friends there… =)
The truck received a new brake system courtesy John Kent and new roommate Byron Westmoreland, discourtesy AutoZone, thnx for givin us the wrong part THREE times, guys!! =D The truck shall soon also receive a new power steering pump, as well as the installation of the weatherstripping that has been sittin in a box in the truck’s toolbox since the day it was purchased, over a year ago, lol…

I can think of nothing more to say, folks. TTYL, stay metal.

What is UP, fellas?? I’ve been busy, but finally have some free time this morning to get on here.

College is a struggle, but I’m doing better than I did last time I attended; I may be a day behind in Sociology and Humanities and a whole month behind in Music Fundamentals, but I’ve kept up with Calculus II, and that’s what really matters, hahaha… Read the rest of this entry »

Well, unfortunately for me, I still love the ex mentioned in the previous post, which has led to stress and problems that I needn’t discuss with you my loyal readers (hah, I know I don’t have any and I’m still denying you read this, that’s the sad part). It’s crazy how those closest to me seem to always go through problems similar to my own around the same time… for instance my best bud Aaron had to break up with his chick for reasons that made me almost break up with mine, only she beat me to it… and my best chick bud had to do the same with hers, though she’s too hurt to say why at the moment…
In other news, IM BECOMING BROKE! -_- My paychecks are getting smaller and smaller, and it’s quite upsetting. The money I’m supposed to live off while I’m in college has mysteriously dwindled, it is now half what it was a month ago… but I have a job, unlike many people these days! What gives??
And again, this brings me to my closest friends going through similar troubles. Poor Morgan was fired for failing a certification test by ONE QUESTION, and is now risking losing his home… had to pawn much of his music equipment.
All I have to look forward to is 1) the opportunity to meet new chicks at college, and 2) my aforementioned bud Aaron is getting hired on at Radioshack with me, that should be pretty shweet. We shall dominate!
-LordRhythm

EDIT: Am now officially through with the aforementioned cheater that I still love/loved. Feelin good about it, no more nights sittin in bed too worried to fall asleep, no more superspeed roller coaster relationship drama where things are perfect one weekend and completely fucked during the following week, no more lies that I’m forced to believe…. =) feels good.

What is it with ex’s that cheat on you twice and lie about it thrice and yet STILL want to be your friend, and hang out with all YOUR friends, even date one of them, and treat them better than they ever treated YOU, then get all pissy when you can;t accept it with a smile?

FUCK YOU

It’s not as detailed as I originally wanted it to be, but the goal was more about replacing the other splash page than making the perfect intro.  And honestly, simplicity in itself can look good if done right… especially with a splash page.  Don’t need to be all crazy with awesomeness if it’s only meant to be seen for a few seconds to introduce the website.

I’ve got to go to work now, so I won’t be able to truly blog today, but I’m off tomorrow, we shall see what happens then.
Take care folks,
-LordRhythm

P.S. Register and leave a comment on this post if you want to tell me what you think of the splash page!  While you’re at it, comment any other post you want as well.

So, I’ve finally got the time and determination to continue my website!
I aim to use this blog AT LEAST weekly, updating anyone who cares to read about the latest and greatest in talented music, and about yours truly.  Even if no one reads these, it’s still a good place for me to unwind, reflect, etc.  And you can be sure there will be rantings and vent sessions of general stupidity and/or ignorance as soon as I run into it.
Also, I desperately need to finish designing and implementing a decent Flash splash page, this I know.  My current splash page makes this place look like a joke… and the splash page itself honestly was a joke, BUT I had no intention whatsoever of keeping it up so damned long…

So stay tuned, stay safe, and stay METAL!
-LordRhythm

Even after settling the DUI issue with the defense attorney, I got a letter in the mail stating that my driver’s license is suspended for another month and a half, and oh, by the way, I had to pay an additional 125 dollars to get my license reinstated.
(the month and a half suspension already passed about a week ago; I don’t blog on here often enough…)
And since they never took my license up, I’m gonna wait as long as I can to pay that damn fee, which will be when I go up there to get my 21&Up license.

With the blinker ticket, I had a court date last thursday that was supposed to be my judge trial, but neither the judge, nor the prosecutors, nor the defense attorney showed up!!  Some poor lady who normally had a nice administrative job in some cubicle in the back had to come out and go through all of our dockets by herself, reading out some notes left on post-it stamps from the defense attorney to each of us individually, stating what deal he could make us.  Since by this point I’m really damn tired of having to go to court I went ahead and took the deal.
So after two hours of waiting in the court room, I go outside and wait in line to pay the reduced fine another thirty five minutes.  When I finally get up there, I have to pay with my debit card cuz I never carry $170+ in cash with me.  The woman behind the glass looks at my papers, then looks at my card, then looks at my papers again and says, “Sir I’m sorry, your docket says John R Kent III and your card says John R Kent, I can’t take this card.”

-_-

“And now for something completely different…
A man with two noses…”
(Monty Python’s Flying Circus)

OK, now to get to the Title of this post.

1. Well, let’s see… band news first?
   KEVLAR went all the way to the finals of the battle of the bands, but due to the company being money-grubbing douchebags instead of talent  scouts, the winners were some pop-punk band called Remembering Sunday or some shit like that for the sole reason that they sold the most tickets; I think there was a total of five people that cheered for them, but hey, they bring money!  They must be awesome!
   -_-’
   Now we’re just playing a bunch of local shows at a sports bar called Foozies.  It’s here in Baytown on Garth, next to Kroger.
   I’ve been saying all along we need to build a local fanbase before we branch out to the Houston metro area and shit like that, but what do I know, right?  Hahaha.
2. Okay, now for the personal agenda.
   1. For starters, I’m currently not the drummer for KEVLAR.  Allow me to explain.
      Okay, it was about three months ago on a Friday.  We had planned to have band practice that night to get everything down in time for the next show.  I was saving money to pay off a traffic ticket I had received from the local douchebag cops the previous month, so I decided to ride along with the new guitarist Aaron, who lives less than 5 minutes from me, in order to save gas, which we can all agree is too expensive.  Whilst at the practice, Aaron had around 7 or 8 beers and was quite sloshed thusly.  I was offered a beer in recognition of the badass practice we had that night, and I drank about half of it when Aaron said, “Aight dude let’s get out of here, I gotta get home and call my woman.  But uh, maybe you should drive, haha.”
      So I take him back to his apartment without incident, but along the way we discussed our hunger, particularly for Taco Bell, and so I borrowed his car to head down the highway and pick up some.  About halfway down I pass a State Troopah at 73 mph or such.  Now, seeing as it’s a friday night, he’s out to pull over pretty much everyone, so I wasn’t suprised to see his sirens behind me, but I WAS worried about the fact that I wasn’t driving my own vehicle, and I had no idea where Aaron kept his insurance, IF he even had any…
      After running my DL and the car’s tags and getting little, the officer decides to breathalize me, since I’m just a 20 year old punk driving a little too fast on a Friday night.
      (In case you aren’t familiar with Texas’ DUI law, anyone below the age of 21 with a BAC of any level above zero is guilty of comitting a DUI.  Also, failure to take a breathalizer or other similar test is an automatic guilty plea, based on the principle that if you aren’t drunk, you have nothing to hide, and shouldn’t mind taking the test anyway.  And as for the bullshit rumor that you can blame it on Nyquil or some similar medicine containing alcohol, it’s true, but it’s still alcohol!  You WILL still be comitting a DUI, the only difference is maybe the cop will be more lenient IF he believes you haven’t been boozing it up.)
      So I gave a breathalizer test, and it gave me a .02.  Ticket time.  The officer called in a tow truck to get the car because no one I called could come and drive it in time (the fucker gave me only ten minutes).  I did catch one break, so says the tow truck driver; I wasn’t taken downtown.  Well yeah, because the officer wants to stay out there and get more tickets!  Gotta meet that quota!
      GOD DAMNIT I HATE THE SYSTEM!
      Anyway, I made a deal with the tow trucker.  For $140 he took the car back to Aaron’s apartment instead of the impound lot, which is still an assload of money, but not as much as it would be from the impound.
      Now to relate this to KEVLAR, I’ll skip a few items in the story and move on to the point where my mom found out about the ticket.  Needless to say there was some overreacting, which resulted in her blaming the band and dubbing them “A bad influence!”.  So until I move out, I’m forbidden to play with KEVLAR, which brings me to my next foiled plan.
   2. So I was trying to get this apartment, right?  Two words sum it up:  bad timing.  I was gonna room up with a buddy of mine, ironically called Buddy, to split the bills since I’m still working part-time at Radioshack.  We were looking for a nice two bedroom apartment with enough room for two couples to shack up comfortably, since we were both bringing along our girlfriends.  His has no place to live, and mine needs a place in Baytown, since her family is in Crosby and her job is in Baytown. =/
      Not only was it difficult for me to come up with my half of the move-in money due to Radioshack cutting my hours, and the two tickets I had received, but when I finally DID get up the money, the week we’re about to start the whole move-in process, who comes knocking on Texas’ door?  Good ol’ Hurricane Ike!

So, my new gameplan is thus:
I’ll wait until Monday, Sept. 22, which is my court date for the first ticket; the b.s. one.  I pled not guilty, so now the cop comes to court (or hopefully doesn’t) and the judge makes a decision.  If I’m guilty, it’s 200 bucks, which I have saved up, but that money is coming out of my apartment move-in funds, so that means we wait that much longer for me to get that much money saved up again.  If I’m NOT guilty, we start moving in ASAP.

And for those of you wondering, the DUI ticket is taken care of as well.  My license is suspended until Oct 10th, and I’m required to complete defensive driving and alcohol awareness classes by Feb 10th.

I guess that’s all.  Stay tuned, I’ll let yall know what happens in court!

-LordRhythm

Google is growing.  Like whoa.

But I don’t care much.

Anyhow, I had the craziest dream. 
I was coming home from work at radioshack, but it wasn’t the home I’m living in now; it was the home I grew up in, the home I haven’t seen since I was 7.  My dad was pissed at me for somethin, so I stormed out of the house in my work clothes, sans shoes (sans is latin for without).  It had been raining hard for a while apparently (and it still was growing worse), cuz the streets were flooded.  As I was walking I looked down and noticed my socks were getting wet as the water level rose, so I said “Fuck it,” and got into the torrent of water that was cascading down both sides of the street, towards various drains, and I started swimming down Carvel Lane, still driven to go as far away from home as possible.

A short while later, I noticed that I was not the only one escaping by swimming; there were several families ahead of me, all swimming towards the huge bayou at the end of the street.  The bayou ran alongside the street, behind the backyards of houses on one side, the side I had lived on.  It made sense that people would swim there, because not only was the ground there raised (for containing the rain water it was designed to hold), there was a park on the other side of a nice foot bridge that was built over it, and on the other side of the park lay the police and fire stations, no doubt prepared for such a sudden emergency.

Strangely, while I was swimming, I suddenly noticed I was wearing one of those old-school deep-sea divers helmets, the circular ones made of heavy steel with three or so windows built in and a big air hose.  I didn’t care though, I just needed to get upstream as quickly as possible.  As I passed the groups of people, many of them waved at me, which I thought was strange, but it wasn’t any more strange than my urge to kill them, so I kept swimming, only faster now, so as to put more distance between me and them, while still heading for higher ground.

Then up ahead I notice a big white truck with an obvious lift kit coming out of the bayou, headed down the road towards me with some speed.  I sink to the bottom of the water I’ve been swimming up and hug the curb.  The truck passes, avoiding the water by driving with one side on the middle of the road and the other on top of the curb, the center of the truck directly above me, I notice that the water is actually quite shallow, but I am somehow only four or five inches tall, and as such the water is still deep enough for me to swim in.

I finally reach the gated pathway that runs along the bank on the near side of the bayou, (suddenly back to normal height) and I quickly seek shelter behind the gate.  As the groups of people I swam past walk past me and enter the bayou’s pathway, I start to think, “Wait a minute… how did all this make any sense?”…

…

And then I woke up.

I’m supposed to be leaving for band practice right now, but shit happens.

To me.  Alot.  lol…

After a four hour shift at the shack with hardly any sales, which was to be expected on a rainy tuesday, I come home and find out my beloved 1972 Chevy Pickup is leaking from the gas tank like crazy.  (My first indication was the overwhelming smell coming through the a/c in my Ford after pulling up behind the Chevy).  For as long as I can remeber I have wanted to fix that Chevy up to beyond perfect condition; I love that thing.  But with everything else I have to pay off, I never got the chance.  So, it sat in the driveway and apparently is now rusting itself apart.  I’m a decent mechanic, I don’t do body work.  Which means taking it to someone else and having them charge me an arm and a leg…

Or giving up… =(

Attached is a pic of mah babeh.
Weep with me.

-Lord Rhythm