Holidays

If your from Germany, you rock.

Mark this Date

It's late and time for bed, but I can't help telling you how soulful some schmucks named the Falcones turned out their first recordings tonight.

Rock N' Roll Means Well

Occurrence Policy

Hmmm What if ....?

A Quote to Remember

1. Artistic expression, sex, and truth are the only things that really matter.

2. Music is the face of God.

3. The best service you can do for mankind is mind your own business.

4. Don`t ever trust a man who says `I am going to kill you in the name of God`.

~John Frusciante

After This Series, Nothing is Serious

As usual, rock n' roll means well...

I hope I'm still playing music when I'm 68

Just like Paul McCartney playing SNL right now

Shit, B.B. is still touring at 85

Buddy Guy is better than ever at 74

Eric Clapton grew his hair out at 65

That's about the most pure example that:

"You'll Never Die and You'll Never Grow Old"

SDJ's weakness is level 10 in virtual reality. Yet in sublime moments of exhaustion he performs beyond comprehension. Without notice he closes his eyes while lighting a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Both of his hands simultaneously unleash a unique sound only to be heard once. You see, the legend of SDJ conjures pure genius; compiled of mindblowing moments that will be forgotten the next day. But those melodies and creations that are truly special will perpetually haunt our music. Fight them off as long as you can, but eventually that type of soul screams out during your most passionate creative pieces.

Finally a young song has grown into a symphony. Stained rudiments can be traced back to an old friends backyard shack. Those memories flooded into a session a year later. Months have passed until now: when every memory, brain stormed verse, emotional intonation, and all those fucking doubts combust into an orchestral eruption. Reminds me about something kinda moving; even unpopular underground 90's rock n' roll OWNS any of this new zombie breed of rock music. Like I said: SDJ can get to level 10; with his trio of mates they believe in breathing new life into whatever the hell people listen to these days.

The point of these descriptions relies on this perfect quote:

"Music is not something that you are in control of. It comes from somewhere else. If you`re that middleman between the cosmos and the real world on Earth that hte music comes through, you are very lucky. When you record music, it`s not your job to try to control anything. It`s more about being in the right place and flowing with the energies that are in the air around you and with the people that you are making the music with. The second that someone thinks music comes from themselves, and that they are the ones responsible for it, is when they go off track. The most important thing you could ralize is that you are the least important part of the whole process. Music is going to be made whether any one artist is here or not. If John Lennon or Jimi Hendrix had disappeared, music still would have gone on, changed, grown, and been the beautiful thing that it is. You take away the music, all you have are the individuals, and they don`t mean anything. The individual is nothing, it`s the music that`s in the air all the time that`s important, and you have to be humble in the face of that."

I adore you if you actually read that entire quote.

You met me at a very strange time in my life.

Unless your that girl dressed like.....

Hmmm wait on it...

Daphne!

So Simple?

So the secret to life is a screwdriver.

Or a spoon?

Creativity Dispersion

Ok, so I've been super lazy on posts recently. Its hard to find time to write something when your creativity is exhausted elsewhere; hey have you ever heard of The Falcones?

Song writing elicits creativity in all aspects of soul. To properly transform a mental thought into a live melody demands the perfect people, place, and time. When it happens, everyone knows. Capturing exactly what you want has to be felt, not just heard or discussed. Songs and notes combine into one entity; the entity itself marks the shining achievement of not your hard work, but your alleviation of mind and heart.

Perhaps Frusciante described this process perfectly:

"Expression is when you`re at one with nothingness, and you just beathe with your playing."

Yes, shes cuter than you!

Big Gun or Little Spoon?

Mega post to come later today...

Quidlickers

You Make Me Smile

Gasp!

Justified inaction:

Encountering evil in what seems like a proper routine.

Sunglasses make great distractions.

"A Soldier Shot Twice Quits Keeping Score"

SDJ and I have been hard at work. Late night jamming in order to peg the perfect verse to a new grungy tune. The end result SDJ describes as "possessed". Sounds good to me. Honestly the whole tune seems to have some ghostly story behind it. Centered around one strange note, the majority of parts consciously revolve by adding haunting details, ultimately transpiring the plot. Listen closely, and you just might be scared too.

Realized Expectations?

Once upon a time, I wanted to know the exact dimensions of everything. I couldn't release my soul due to paid attention to every detail's restriction. So I forced myself to think out of the box, spending repenting years in solitude. Developing my own sound to find rejuvenation in today's sonic youth.

The Falcones

Wow, my head turned violently as we ripped into the final notes of a simply tortured solo. Feedback screamed from my reverbed delay gibberish. Danny screams into the microphone because the end of this song is meant to strike through you; inspire some kind of hopeless motivation.

"You do it to yourself! You do!"

Exactly. I refrained previously in my immature attitudes from relaxing and releasing my soul inside. Sounds abstract? Well to put it simple: I've transformed from my days of old. Times where I held myself back by focusing on doing things exactly right. Now all I envision is bliss as I let go and close my eyes when the music unfolds. Instantly my body seems to react, I've let go of perfection and rely on my band to back me when I fuck up. But I'm released, and everything emitted from Josie's growl barks its way into your mind.

Funny how life has been so trivial compared to the immense passion I dedicate to my craft.

"Something these days in the air

I'm afraid to sing this song

'Cuz no one answers me

Got in the way of this one chance of mine

I throw it back

It wasn't gonna last

I jumped ahead

There was a slipstream

One good feeling there

I got out quick

Lower than I goI'm a pinball

Sticking through alot"

~ John Frusciante

So font change? Ok! Alright! (hope someone gets that reference) I have come to the decision that the face and spirit I was given have always been driven towards one ending. Opportunity. The pain, sorrow, and memories I transpire through the craziness I overlooked were always aimed towards one common goal: My own growth into some kind of point of view that, despite the crowd, has lead me towards the places I'm going to.

I was glad you might have been once mine, but I'm useless to you right now. Nightmares constantly consume my thoughts when I wish to disappear. When it doesn't stop, I unleash a way to confuse and distort those haunting memories into louder screams from Josie into Sir Psycho Sexy's speakers.

"Stuck with the pain of knowing you should have tried"

Wait on it...

Big post to come later tonight...

Thats Me!

Finally Presenting...

Rock n' Roll Means Well:

The Falcones: Athen's new breed of criminals for you Ladies and Gentlemen

TONIGHT

Live at the Caledonia Lounge!

The Falcones

"Melodic Rock From Punk Driven Locals"

Fleeting Days, Busy Nights

Finally, SDJ currently is reading his misrepresented biography: records of previous creations captured in an unorganized fashion meant to stretch conventional stories into almost senseless bounds.

Sounds ridiculous? Ha well then listen up!

Gathering all my thoughts together, I've been able to produce some kind of new material that reflects pieces of my past. Reality scatters everything into two and two. I've broken up so much shit it should be an excuse now. Snapshots of history, songs, lyrics, and emotions, combined to create my own rage against the machine.

However, your brain is calling to me one more time.

"The saddest of songs I'll sing to you.

My biggest fear is if I let you go, you'll

come and get me in my sleep."

"Candy told me nothing really matters anymore.

When I ask her what she means, she says I ought to know"

Well, I guess your either on the bus or off the bus...

Break on through to the other side...

Rock and Roll Means Well

The Falcones:

"Athens needs a new breed of criminal.

The Falcones serve up crunch, stripped down

Rock 'N Roll in the vein of the Stooges and Dinosaur Jr.

Bring your tommygun."

Black Math

"Well Thats Creepy" - SamBo

In relevance to the title.... AH HA HA HA HA ...AHA HA HA HA

Unity is simple, all different parts must be transformed into one single piece. With unique cues and musical personalities, that whole becomes perfect tranquility. A sound unheard of before, and everlasting after it explodes.

The Falcones

Swingin' Dick Jones' Bass Humps Your Face

Announcement!

I am off-limits right now. Watch out.

The Falcones - November 9th Caledonia

"Athens needs a new type of criminal"

Inclusion Through Structured Improvisations

Fuck it, these are priceless lyrics:

"Flat on my back

in a lonely sprawl

i stare at the ceiling

because i can not fall

asleep tonight

no not at all

head lights flash

across my be

droom wall

crying eyes open

because i can not fall

in love with you

no not at all

walk away and taste the pain

come again

some other day

aren't you glad you weren't afraid

funny how the price gets paid

busted in two

like a brittle stick

i can not drink

because my throat constricts

lovesick from you

that will never do

open my mouth

i couldn't make a sound

i could not scream

i could not shout

it out to you

nothing to do

walk away and taste the pain

come again some other day

aren't you glad you weren't afraid

funny how the price gets paid

this may come as a shocking surprise

i have to take a walk

i have to kiss it goodbye

goodbye my love

goodbye my love

i am not alive

walk away and taste the pain

come again some other day

aren't you glad you weren't afraid

funny how the price gets paid"

I like that you know who wrote the song

I love that you know who's playing trumpet

Camel Blues, Studying Continues (With SDJ)

Ah, its demanding to find any inspiration right now to write... the past few day have been weird, frictional, inspiring, busy, and monumental.

Why...

Weird? ...because some encounters don't go as planned

Frictional:? ...well, only naturally of course

Inspiring? ...interactions paved way to new creative light with a touch of spice

Busy? ...if I'm not at work, school, or music, I'm asleep

Monumental? ...well a certain all-night duo just recorded a new scrumtrulescent track to swing your shit to

"All I can think about right now honestly is cognitive approaches to analyze horror" SDJ just told me. When a musician dies, his voice and soul he recorded survives forever. The memories preserved in songs are available for reminiscing whenever. Call it nostalgia, I call it fucking genius. "No matter what happened or where the band went, we created this song tonight" ~ SDJ

Time's never running out, gotta get back to work.

What the fuck is a Falcones?

Funky Monks

Such a Beautiful Existence

Ok, Alright!

Back at it now louder than ever and with green hair.

ETA Bring it Bitch.

Special Secret Song Inside

So what? We prefer to do shit alittle bit differently than before.

"You'll Never Die And You'll Never Grow Old"

Search and Destroy

To you who had nothing to do on a Saturday night at 11pm in Athens:

Thanks, I've always wanted to rock out loud enough to get a noise ordinance.

Oh and by the way, the cop just said "I don't mind, you guys sounded pretty good"

I sense another explosion coming...

Listen up!

Empathy.

My ears are ringing, the music has never been louder. I broke three strings and together we destroyed everything around us. Experience? Not even close to what just happened.

"A Blessing and a Curse"

Pillage and Burn!

A group coming from the same place and going to the same place.

Hang on a second, turn that shit up louder!

Miraculous Conception

I bet only 3 people would remember what the title of this post came from. Heres a hint: it's a label for something; an old time that foreshadowed what's upcoming and where the sound came from. 7 Years later: the roots of those days flourish as the backbone towards expressing some kind of nature; some kind of soul.

All of a sudden, I've come down with a case of ghostly chills. Certain strings seem to always break during parts of Josie's bitter emotional revenge. Oh you don't know Josie yet, do you? Well read on and I might introduce her.

There is a time and a place; this is neither the time or place.

Ghosts? Well they fight back sometimes. I close my eyes and envision sensations when the songs peak, yet recently my curse infects my mind. Curse? More like a haunting that seems to implore feelings of nostalgia and glamor. Glamor you say? Only got tainted when time expired. Thus this ghost stains my dear Josie's reverberish screams. Distorting every note and intention I had, the haunted cries erupt unintentionally. I'm sorry! I can't help it, but I like it!

The worst is over? Then when does the fun begin?

Take Note: every thought, memory, and emotion, is fucking history for everyone to see. But I have a story to tell thats worth listening. People see everything, but they never seem able to hear what was important:

Listen up: Love Lost The Soul.

I smashed her into my amp

Broken noise erupted from our chaos

Dazed and out of tune, everyone tried to stop her

Nothing was played right; yet all heard what heart meant

As she bashed into oblivion, I tossed her straight

Life would never make sense after true emotion

Josie - Breathtaking Lover Who

Mother's My Creativity; My Beloved Friend;

My Soul.

Up On Your Feet Boy!

Whenever you're sad and confused, figure it out loudly.

More Morphine!!!

New Flame; Revived Sounds

Covers are always entertaining and fun to fill a set list's empty gaps. Bands who only do covers replay what the original composure dictates. The crowd loves hearing old, familiar throwbacks, and thus everyone is happy in the musical scene.

But what if an old song never lived up to some unknown potential? I'm striving to rekindle the original's spark, yet light it up brighter than ever. Constantly I find myself searching live archives to discover a version that really rocks out the studio's original piece. Sometimes songs are done absolutely perfect live and can't be played any louder, see At The Drive-In:

They put their best into their live shows and the result evoked genius out of the music they created. Playing their souls out like it was their last chance, while simultaneously dancing insanely around the stage, the band absolutely kills their material live. A show is meant to showcase what you've worked hard on, not to just play your songs. Which brings back my dilemma: there are amazing classic songs that were never played right live. It's sour to watch a live performance that has no energy, no swagger, and seems restricted to simple recreation of the original tune. Thats what will change when you hear the sound emitting from the Mothnest. Live for you ladies and gentleman, a completely new voice screaming out the way music should always be played.

Be prepared for the storm brewing...

None will ever top the legendary showman's live show

Buddy Guy just gets better as he ages

"You'll Never Die And You'll Never Grow Old"

Enlightenment

What can I say... I learned from the best:

"John Anthony Mother Fucking Frusciante!!!" ~ cried Flea

A.W.O.L.

Isn't it fascinating how music can relate to you as it overtakes your mentality and sense of self? Late nights I sometimes find myself addicted to listening to an album that can just kill my time while I ease into enlightenment. Sometimes consciousness can be inspired by tranquility alone. But enough now.... I just might be up to something else.

"Don't use big words, 'cause they mean so little.

Just hurry up and keep it simple."

Ignorance is Bliss

Sheriff's Back In Town.

I'm Not Sick, But I'm Not Well

"Paranoia, paranoia!

Everybody's comin' to get me
Just say you never met me"

I like to turn off time and kill my mind too.

What to say? Well absolutely nothing. Politics never meant much really, I've spun into something else that can't be explained currently. Give me time, well don't just waste this. If words transform to sounds then this world might seem reasonable to renounce my intentions.

Regardless, I remain in emotional leave temporarily. Why? Well in order to breathe in, you have to always breathe out... What if its not what you want? Then tough luck, you've made your choices.

However, Mothball stands by originality:

"You'll Never Die And You'll Never Grow Old"

I'd Love Some Morphine.

Equilibrium; Inebriated

"I threw out the phone to try to get through to you"

Don't call me pretty baby because your beautiful, I'm sorry for the stains.

Don't ever stop: a lesson my best friend taught me long ago. Why end something that is yet to finish transforming? If somethings wrong, fix it while you go and don't delay yourself by stopping. Funny, as this is completely a musical concept I'm describing, yet can be transpired to relate to just daily life.

Blah, enough life philosophy. That shit just takes the weight out of living.

Sometimes I like to freak out when I'm playing guitar, and all I produce is my own unique distortion of what was meant to be played. Twisting every note by throwing myself around alleviates any responsibility to play the song the same every time. Plus I've got plenty of energy to release.

"I'm a million miles away, when you get this letter. I write to remember!"

Look out for the sounds emitting from my house. Mothball, Danny, Mike, and Bradley, have some serious tunes you might not be ready to hear. Our sound is contagious, sparking fire into every single emotion we transgress. When shit hits the fan, my house shakes from the shatteringly loud thoughts erupting from my bedroom. Thats right: I sleep where music is created.

Inspiration? Without a doubt, I enjoy sleepless night staring at a drumset and laid to rest guitar and dream about what to play next. Mark my word: I've stumbled onto some serious chemistry and potential with this musical revolution.

Yeah, I wanted this post to be longer but I've got some thoughts to consider right now...

"You'll Never Die and You'll Never Grow Old"