Imprinted

and in my suspension of consciousness, this shell became cold.
my skin, imprinted from the creases in the sheets, reflected the breeze of the autumn night.
this shiver could have lasted until the sun destroyed the gloom, but i had a remedy.
just within reach.


all i had to do was pull her in close.
how am i going to sleep without you?

Not Complaining but.. (fom phone)

Instead of being asleep under the spell of your eyes

I've been asleep on a couch

under an exit sign.

Oh, Autumn (from phone)

hello autumn. once again, it's time for a famous artist's annual dying work to cover the ground.

Studio Blog Week One

well, it's been a week of hard work in the studio. well 6 days, last sunday through friday. we had a break this weekend and we go back tomorrow.
what's been done so far...
Sunday:
-Meet up with Bobbo (engineer) and James (musical mastermind), at Paper Tiger Studio in Columbus and listen to the rough tracks we recorded the night before at Illicit. Talk about how to improve, and what not.
-Set up drum set and let it get used to it's surroundings.
-Brett aqnd Cameron go home, leaving Dennis, Dom, and me there for the week.
-Leave studio and go to Dennis' mom's to eat dinner and try to sleep inside with a cat and a dog.
-Leave house to go sleep in car.
Monday:
-Wake up in car, drive to the studio.
-Tune up drums and start recording.
-Lunch
-Get four songs done and go out for dinner with James, Dom, Dennis, Joe and a couple of James' friends.
-Go to Dennis' mom's, sleep in my car.
Tuesday:
-Wake up, drive to studio.
-Record three more songs, lunch in between.
-Finally go to stay with Adam at Capital University.
-BBQ chicken pizza.
-Shower... finally.
Wednesday:
-Wake up on the common room couch, drive to studio down the street.
-Record last song
-Lunch
-Bobbo starts editting drums to get ready for guitar recording
-Stay at Capital, eat ice cream for dinner.
Thursday:
-Official last day of drums, get sample tracks of snare, rack tom and floor tom.
-Tear down kit.
-Lunch.
-Finish editting some songs and start recording guitar, Goooooo Dom!
(-Throughout all the week we watch bad and good indie movies.)
-Go to Capital to eat and sleep once again.
Friday:
-Sleep in until noon.
-Go to studio and relax while dom finishes up a few songs.
-Lunch.
-Pack the drums in to the Cavalier and come back home (Cleveland).
-Shower... again, finally.
-Spend the night with Nicole.
Saturday and Sunday:
-Spend time at home not playing music, spending time with Nicole, driving around and reading, and watching the Bills game.
-Leave in the morning to go back to Columbus and finish the album.
Heck yeah folks.

Week two come after this week.
Duh.

Happiness

it was so very nice waking up next to someone this morning.

Oh, Humidity (from the phone)

the air up here is awfully stale. my sheets have soaked in the humidity. it'll be hard to rest my weary soul tonight.

Phone Test (from the phone)

Blog from phone test. 1 2 3 testing test. bologna sandwich. merry christmas abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz now i know my abc's next time won't you sing with me.

Please, Say "See You Later", not "Goodbye"

it still felt like goodbye. both 4 hours drives had you stuck in my mind.
we hadn't talked in a year, but it felt like a day. i could see when you smiled that you were still the same.
alittle older, more mature, but still with the innocence i first met. i'm not sure how i was, i can't get in your head.
i'm a fan of believing in reasons for scenes. but i still always think the cliche "what could have been".
who is to say that the next act is act 2? could be act 1, redone, with a set that's brand new.
i can't predict the future, but i do have a gut. it's starting to feel that i'm shit out of luck.
we were too young. i was too foolish.
my first love is gone, took 4 years to notice.
so now that "see you later", felt more like goodbye. i know you don't like that, neither do i.
go living your life, and i'll live mine. our lines may cross, may cross sometime.
see you later my love, my love, goodbye.



gosh i'm a sucker.
don't jump to conclusions after reading this.
just come to me and i'll reveal my secrets.
i quote my first post ever on this blog.."why not just create another website for myself to hide on. expression has been lost in this empty box."

New Life

Nearing the end of my first week away from home, in a new city that is still much like my own. I like it here, it's not too different. The people are nicer. New friends remind me of old friends, not really old friends, but friends back home. I've been working on my "first impression", I hope I'm coming off as a good guy.
It's just nice, I live with my band, I get to play and write everyday, I care for myself, and it's an awesome feeling.
I'll never forget the 716, and I'm sure I'll be there visiting alot, who knows what's going to happen in the long run. For now, I just have to get used to the 216 being my new home.

By no means am I homesick..
heymomiwroteyousomesoftsongsandtelldadi'mjustfine..
I'm really not though, I love this new life and I can't wait to take it on the road and do what I love for a living.

I do miss everyone.
Don't think i don't.