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.