Atreyu

I’ve just been partying pretty hard the past week and a half. Then I went to Chicago and the time change threw me off.

Orange County. I love the O.C.

Whenever I can. It’s fuckin' great. People who say they don’t watch it are liars.

No, not at all. It’s not even filmed in Orange County. There are a couple of establishing shots of Orange County, but then the rest is shot in LA County because it’s cheaper there.

Yeah my friend Katie works there.

We’re friends with some of the same people. She’s my home girl now.

Yeah whatever, it’s funny.

I like them breathing so SuicideGirls falls into that category.

Honestly I don’t know what my deal is, but I don’t get girls even though I would like to. I don’t think I’m hard to talk to, but I don’t think I am outgoing at all. If I don’t know a girl, I will never ever approach one and hit on her. Girls take note; even if you are hot, I will never come talk to you. I just have anxiety about it.

No, I just feel weird about that. It doesn’t matter where I am, I just can’t talk to girls. They don’t hit on me either and maybe that’s because I spit, sweat and scream at stuff for a living. Also I’m an asshole.

Because we’re fucking cursed. Everything we do turns to shit, breaks or has some last minute glitch. Our bass player quit the day he was supposed to record bass tracks, trailers break and everything.

To start a family, to get married and to become a teacher.

Yeah he was one of my best friends.

Vampires! I’m doing art right now and I was talking with my homey Double J about vampires because they are awesome.

Actually the album isn’t that much about vampires. Our lives and being on tour for a year and a half inspired it, and then we came home and realized all of our friends had forgotten about us because we hadn’t been home. So that led to a lot of drinking and self medicating. The album is about drinking and self- medication, whether it’s in the form of the companionship of fake people, or just trying to escape. It’s a pretty intense piece of work.

I can’t sing very well, but I wanted to be in a band, so I was pretty much stuck. I’ve been in a punk band in one form or another since I was 13 years old, so it evolved into me screaming. I’ve got a unique voice, so we just went with it.

I quit smoking, so now I just sleep and drink a lot of water. That’s the only thing to do for your voice. People tell you to drink tea and honey and do vocal warm-ups; those are people who convince themselves that that works. Sleep and fluids if you consider beer a fluid.

I think someone even wrote, the two-headed vocal beast. Brandon does all the clean melodic singing and I do all the screaming. I sing a little on the new record, though. We’re the twin headed hydra.

I can feed off him because he’s a big guy. No I’m kidding. Since he plays the drums, he stays away from me. We mostly feed off the crowd. If the kids are into us playing, then we will give the raddest show you’ll ever see, giving everything we’ve got. We’ll be sweating, bleeding and throwing up after the show from exhaustion. But if people aren’t feeling it, which we’ve been unfortunate to have to deal with, we’ll suck. We will just stand there and hate it. We’ll bleed, but we do it on the crowd.

By accident. Chris, our old bass player, “accidentally” hit me in the head a lot. I’ve split my head open a number of times on his bass, and he took a chunk out of the tattoo on my arm. I’m not the most coordinated person in the world, but I will still throw the mic around, hitting myself and the other guys in the head. But it’s all for rock and roll.

No, I usually use my body for that. I will just run and jump into the crowd. We played in a New England metal and hardcore fest last year. This kid was standing in the front being a douche bag, while everyone else was having fun. If you don’t like us, I don’t give two shits. Go stand in the back or talk shit about us on the internet, but don’t ruin it for everyone else, or I am going to do something to you. I “accidentally” went and sang in front of him a whole bunch so kids would jump on top of him and I knocked him in the head with the mic a few times.

Right. Or you can spit on people under the guise of just spitting on stage. I’m paid to fuckin' spit on people. We were on the CKY tour a while ago and we were in some weird Podunk club. This old mom lady, I don’t know what her deal was, came up and was rude to me. I can’t deal with that shit. She had long hair and it looked like it had cum stains in it after I lit her up with saliva.

I don’t know if her kids were fans, or if she was a big CKY fan, but she fucked with the bull and she got the horns. I’m full of witty one-liners today. I feel like I’m still drunk.

We just sat and drank in my house.

Right now I’m on a Bacardi and Coke kick. It used to be Jack and Coke religiously, but I noticed, and I don’t know if it’s an ulcer or chronic heartburn, if I drink whiskey, my stomach feels like it’s on fire and it will burn all night. It was vodka for a while, then Stoli vanilla, and now I’m just chilling with the rum. The rum seems to go down smooth and destroy me.

by Daniel Robert Epstein

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