I've been getting back to my roots. Becoming a recluse.
Lots of punk/metal stuff of my youth. You know, MCR (the first two albums), A Day To Remember, Bullet for My Valentine, stuffs like that. I guess it could be called "screamo." But fuck labels. I've always wanted to start a band like that. I miss drumming, and I'm getting back on the kit. The first kind of music I ever got involved in playing was metal (Slipknot mainly.) Around 14 I went to a Taste of Chaos concert. One of the best experiences of my life. 15 I was a freshman, so young, stupid, and deeply in love with the most beautiful disaster I've seen. So much heart ache. 16 I started smoking weed, and mellowed out, stopped listening to my beloved punk and metal. Since then, I've been on and off different lifestyles, and it's been happening too long. I've returned to the world of bittersweet romance, heavy chugs, screams, melodic symphonies of guitars, vocals, drums, sensitivity in the form of screams, growls, and yells. My sadness of longing for ghostly hearts, is only inspiration. My loneliness is healed with these razorblades made of guitar strings, drum cymbals, deep bass, and sharp vocals that hold mighty screams. I am free. This is truly my world. And I fuckin' love it.