So....... I think we are gonna take a break from the story. Its not because I don't know what too write about, its just I'm bored with myself. This blog is a great way to keep an ongoing memoir of how stupid our lives can be sometime. It a perpetual ball of crap really. I hate my job, and I mean HATE it. I could write an entire book about the dumb shit I have dealt with, just in the last 8 months or so. I am about to get married, and I barely make it every month. I need a change, in a desperate sort of way......enough complaining for now. I am not really sure as too why I am even writing this seeing as how only 4 people read these things(alex get a life) its probably in some distant hope that maybe this could lead too bigger things. I mean really? It worked for Anthony Bourdain, why not me...right. Wrong, I am currently working very hard with my new band. We are moving along pretty well, at least we have some really good people behind it now so thats cool I guess. I am hoping for a change soon, at least financially. Anyway im done for now. And I promise I will write some more of the book soon.
tata
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
part 3
So we arrive in Sanford Florida. With really no preparation as too what the hell we were getting ourselves into. When we arrive Jason is doing tracking for this record called Road Runner United. So the studio was full of metal icons, such as Mike Graves (the misfits) some dude from ill nino, bass player for Death (whom I love) and John drummer for Type O Negative. We were a little star struck but quickly got over it when we met Jason. Now he is probably the MOST a.d.d person I have ever met. Random things come out of his mouth non stop, and I was a little taken a back by the fact that he was in a wheelchair. Not that it matters at ALL but I was just not expecting it, its not often you meet a chubby jew cripple (nothing I wouldn't say to his face b/c I love him). So the next day we start doing pre-pro on the songs. Jason is changing shit left and right and we didn't really know how too handle it so we just went with the flow. This part of the story is a bit drab so I will not go into detail about how bad we all sucked. Needless too say after ALOT of beat detective my drum parts started sounding awesome, then everything else fell into place. The songs started cranking out, we even to save time let Jared play the bass parts b/c ours at the time wasn't the best bass player, good enough live, and a great dude .We were not ready at all for this really. And I can say in retrospect, that we were seriously over our heads. I mean we played well, and wrote decent metal songs, but this shit was legit. The next few years were going to be a total blur, and even though we thought we were ready, and pumped, and had the balls, and cum, and whatever else metal dudes say, we should have waited. There are a thousand things we should have done differently. Now that our bad ass demo was finished we sent it off too the "Monte Conner" at Road Runner and went back to Asheville. Sorry this one wasn't very entertaining, its a little weird to re-live this shit.
now too what I should have done.
So New York was a total blur. It was a whirlwind of excitement, booze, and total success. I never wanted too be a writer, I wanted to be a rockstar. Playing in front of thousands of people and living the "dream". But I decided against my mediocre drumming skills, and went for something I could be stable with. I arrived back home with a fresh new perspective on shit. I GOT THE JOB, and on top of that I got to work remotely from home. I mean seriously the only way it could have gone better is if I had gotten an H J from one of those little hot model interns in the broom closet. Did I mention my salary, started at 53k a year, yeah i know pretty rad huh? Now off too my new life, cheers. Lets catch up soon.
now too what I should have done.
So New York was a total blur. It was a whirlwind of excitement, booze, and total success. I never wanted too be a writer, I wanted to be a rockstar. Playing in front of thousands of people and living the "dream". But I decided against my mediocre drumming skills, and went for something I could be stable with. I arrived back home with a fresh new perspective on shit. I GOT THE JOB, and on top of that I got to work remotely from home. I mean seriously the only way it could have gone better is if I had gotten an H J from one of those little hot model interns in the broom closet. Did I mention my salary, started at 53k a year, yeah i know pretty rad huh? Now off too my new life, cheers. Lets catch up soon.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
part 2
Some people might be wondering why I said I had gone too college when in fact I did not. Well the way I am writing this story is broken in two parts, the first paragraph will be what I actually did, the the second will be what I should have done with my life so its like non fiction/fiction. So here goes with part two....
After our show with Trivium we really kicked shit into gear. We started practicing and writing every single day of the week. We wanted to slay if we ever got into a position to play for a label. Well about two months after our show I was sitting at work and got a call from Monte Conner. Now I was a bit star struck seeing as how I was talking to the guy who signed ever band I ever loved. He basically told me we sucked and needed a producer. Now most people would have just hung it up there and quit, but if its one thing I'm not its a quiter when I see something I want. I immediately got off the phone with Monte and called Matt from Trivium.I told Matt about our conversation and asked if I could get his producers number. He gave me the number for Jason Suecoff a metal producer from Sanford Florida. I called Jason and gave him the bands myspace page, he said he would call me back in a few days after he listened too the songs. Well not ten minutes later Jason called back wanting too know when we could start on demo's. I should have taken a step back at this point and looked at what we were getting into, and if we were ready. But I didn't , instead I dove in head first (thats how bands get signed right?). I did get my boner under control enough to ask about $. He said it would be 5 grand for 3 songs. This may not seem like alot to some people but when you are a band of 4 poor kids its closer to a million. I hung up with Jason and shit my pants (not literally). Called the rest of my band mates, and they all had the same reaction I did about the money, I told them we would work it out. And some how we did. Between my guitar players mom Mrs. Punchy (don't ask) and bake sales, car washes and about 18 shows in a month we did it. Yeah im not even kidding about the bake sales seriously! We had our 5 grand and booked the time with Jason.
After my phone interview with seventeen I borrowed 20 bucks and my dads porsche keys and headed out on the town. 20 bucks isn't alot to go drinking on unless you buy a twelve pack and randomly go out and chug beers in the car (man I miss college). I hooked up with my posse at a local pub, and scammed on chicks all night, lying to them all telling them I was senior editor for seventeen magazine. You wouldn't believe how many sluts read that magazine. After a long night of humping my brains out I left blonde girls house and headed home. When I got home my dad was pissed I hadn't come home (once again miss college life) all night and told me he would ground me if I did it again, seriously I was 23. After berating me about what I had done all night, and I lied about staying at my buddies house he accepted the lie and told me I had a message on the answering machine from some chick magazine. I ran to answering machine hit play and relaxed into a comfy arm chair. The message was from seventeen giving me all my flight info for the next day. Holy shit tomorrow? Time to pack and head to the meca of journalism. Woot woot!
After our show with Trivium we really kicked shit into gear. We started practicing and writing every single day of the week. We wanted to slay if we ever got into a position to play for a label. Well about two months after our show I was sitting at work and got a call from Monte Conner. Now I was a bit star struck seeing as how I was talking to the guy who signed ever band I ever loved. He basically told me we sucked and needed a producer. Now most people would have just hung it up there and quit, but if its one thing I'm not its a quiter when I see something I want. I immediately got off the phone with Monte and called Matt from Trivium.I told Matt about our conversation and asked if I could get his producers number. He gave me the number for Jason Suecoff a metal producer from Sanford Florida. I called Jason and gave him the bands myspace page, he said he would call me back in a few days after he listened too the songs. Well not ten minutes later Jason called back wanting too know when we could start on demo's. I should have taken a step back at this point and looked at what we were getting into, and if we were ready. But I didn't , instead I dove in head first (thats how bands get signed right?). I did get my boner under control enough to ask about $. He said it would be 5 grand for 3 songs. This may not seem like alot to some people but when you are a band of 4 poor kids its closer to a million. I hung up with Jason and shit my pants (not literally). Called the rest of my band mates, and they all had the same reaction I did about the money, I told them we would work it out. And some how we did. Between my guitar players mom Mrs. Punchy (don't ask) and bake sales, car washes and about 18 shows in a month we did it. Yeah im not even kidding about the bake sales seriously! We had our 5 grand and booked the time with Jason.
After my phone interview with seventeen I borrowed 20 bucks and my dads porsche keys and headed out on the town. 20 bucks isn't alot to go drinking on unless you buy a twelve pack and randomly go out and chug beers in the car (man I miss college). I hooked up with my posse at a local pub, and scammed on chicks all night, lying to them all telling them I was senior editor for seventeen magazine. You wouldn't believe how many sluts read that magazine. After a long night of humping my brains out I left blonde girls house and headed home. When I got home my dad was pissed I hadn't come home (once again miss college life) all night and told me he would ground me if I did it again, seriously I was 23. After berating me about what I had done all night, and I lied about staying at my buddies house he accepted the lie and told me I had a message on the answering machine from some chick magazine. I ran to answering machine hit play and relaxed into a comfy arm chair. The message was from seventeen giving me all my flight info for the next day. Holy shit tomorrow? Time to pack and head to the meca of journalism. Woot woot!
Monday, August 9, 2010
also
just in case there is confusion each paragraph is what actually happened, the second paragraph will be what I should have done.......
Screw your dremas, play it safe!
Ok
My name is Jeremy London (not like that coke head actor) and this blog/book is mostly about my life, and mostly about about what didn't happen. I am not going to bore you to death with my childhood. It was like everyone else's grew up poor, still poor, I'm sure you can relate. Anyway I'm going to start when my band got signed to a recording contract to a major label. Not going to name drop b/c some things need to be left too the imagination. So in 2005 my band played a support slot for the METAL!!!!band Fear Factory. Also on the show was a band we had just become aware of called Trivium. Now after hanging out with fear factory for about 20 minutes and realizing the were all flaming bags of dog turds we decided to go and talk to the Triv guys (except Dino that guy is super nice). We were pretty shy, and awkward, never met "famous" people before so we started shooting the shit with Trivium. They were really cool, we were pretty close to the same age which was nice, and they had just signed a deal with ROADRUNNER records. We asked them to watch us and let us know what they thought. Well they did! After we played their singer matt started saying he wanted our demo to shop to roadrunner, we said COOL(who wouldn't).
Ok
So in 2005 I graduated from college. Yeah it took 5 years because I spent way to much time inside a bar/females (Don't judge) to actually study. So with my new degree in Journalism I set off to get my rich on. Given I was still living with mom and dad in the suburbs of Asheville, and actually not doing anything to provide for myself. My first interview was with Seventeen magazine, I was particularly excited about this phone interview because I was sick of seeing all of those 100 things a guy is thinking about when he dumps your fat ugly ass articles. They are so blatantly written by women that it is irritating, a women has about as much insight into a guys mind as a man does to what its like to bleed for seven days a month. Needless to say I nailed my interview, I mean really, look at me. So the HR manager scheduled a flight for me too come for a face to face.
My name is Jeremy London (not like that coke head actor) and this blog/book is mostly about my life, and mostly about about what didn't happen. I am not going to bore you to death with my childhood. It was like everyone else's grew up poor, still poor, I'm sure you can relate. Anyway I'm going to start when my band got signed to a recording contract to a major label. Not going to name drop b/c some things need to be left too the imagination. So in 2005 my band played a support slot for the METAL!!!!band Fear Factory. Also on the show was a band we had just become aware of called Trivium. Now after hanging out with fear factory for about 20 minutes and realizing the were all flaming bags of dog turds we decided to go and talk to the Triv guys (except Dino that guy is super nice). We were pretty shy, and awkward, never met "famous" people before so we started shooting the shit with Trivium. They were really cool, we were pretty close to the same age which was nice, and they had just signed a deal with ROADRUNNER records. We asked them to watch us and let us know what they thought. Well they did! After we played their singer matt started saying he wanted our demo to shop to roadrunner, we said COOL(who wouldn't).
Ok
So in 2005 I graduated from college. Yeah it took 5 years because I spent way to much time inside a bar/females (Don't judge) to actually study. So with my new degree in Journalism I set off to get my rich on. Given I was still living with mom and dad in the suburbs of Asheville, and actually not doing anything to provide for myself. My first interview was with Seventeen magazine, I was particularly excited about this phone interview because I was sick of seeing all of those 100 things a guy is thinking about when he dumps your fat ugly ass articles. They are so blatantly written by women that it is irritating, a women has about as much insight into a guys mind as a man does to what its like to bleed for seven days a month. Needless to say I nailed my interview, I mean really, look at me. So the HR manager scheduled a flight for me too come for a face to face.
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