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."