The prose that follow are the lyrics to a song we've been playing with TDD for a little while now. Initially, I wrote them during a pretty rough period in my life last year, while I was on a work trip to Montana. The funny thing about Montana is that it's gorgeous and natural landscape can elicit the most powerfully opposite feelings in you, pretty much shifting instantaneously. The beauty of the forests and massive mountains making you feel at peace and happy, while the vastness of the big empty sky, gray in the winter time, can leave you feeling pretty empty and alone. Maybe it's just me. As much as I love Montana, I would suggest you avoid "big sky country," in the winter. Needless to say this is a bummer song, I'm kinda feeling it lately.
TOBACCO VALLEY
Glowing eyes, shining back against my headlights,
reflecting the same shock that's widening my tired own.
Screeching brakes, broken windshield, busted guard-rail.
Gravel burns, grinding in through flesh and bone.
Please, tell me everything is gonna work out fine,
with no if's and's or but's about it.
Please tell me everything is gonna work out fine,
just don't tell me how to go about it.
Falling snow, extinguishes the hottest fires
and chills my broken bones.
Drag myself from under thousands of pounds of flaming wreckage
my final thoughts are of you and home.
If I die upon this mountain top
remember that I love you all.
If I'm overcome by these dark thoughts
remember that I love you.
Remember that I love you all,
oh that I love you.
Remember that I love you all,
I love you.
If I die upon this mountain top,
What legacy will I have left behind?
If I'm overcome by these dark thoughts,
please remember me and mine.
Just please, tell me everything is gonna work out fine,
with no if's and's or but's about it!
Please, Tell me everything is gonna work out fine,
Just don't tell me how to go about it!
xoxoxoxo
Friday, October 22, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Grown up (the punx!) tour
I've been home for a week and still hadn't had the chance to sit down and scribble some thoughts and thank-you's until today. Life just didn't slow down long enough to get it done. Plus, having ten days off of work combined with spending the bulk of those ten days living in a small car, all culminating in a brutal thirty hour drive home, made longer STILL by a huge fucking wild-fire on the grapevine, allows the muscles to atrophy and the operator of said muscles to get wicked lazy. Thus upon returning to work the muscle operator proceeds to have the living shit kicked out of him by the job. Needless to say I've spent much of this week trying to catch up with myself. But enough excuses.....
This was an awesomely successful tour, and the first person I have to thank for that is my brother Kyle. I've told the same thing to everyone I've talked to so far, but Kyle was the wildcard on the tour. At least on the musical side of things, as my brother has calmed down a great deal in recent years, he is no longer the same goddamn nut-bar that we all knew and grew to love oh so many years ago. I have to say the change is refreshing. I digress, you see kyle has focused all his energy and time on the honing of his classical guitar playing and it shows! It was a very different style to showcase in the venues we performed in, and despite that, it was received really really well. I think that is what I'm most thankful for,I'm just so glad that he was able to take this totally new thing he's doing and share it with audiences who have or would've enjoyed his more traditionally punk sounding work with Down We Go. This whole thing has convinced him to continue doing this and writing more originals to share with us dirty classless scoundrels. That makes me happy.
As for my own performance, I haven't felt this confident in playing by myself ever. This was a really scary and daunting task to undertake. Again, I feel like I've already said this to everybody that'll listen, but having no wall of noise to hide behind, after so many years of hiding behind that wall, is fucking unnerving. I did not piss my pants in fear the whole week! I beat the shit out of that guitar, and yelled a lot, and it was good (at least I think it was good). The new record will be up for donation (free, haha) download as soon as I get it finished. I'll keep you posted. In the mean time, go download this compilation to benefit the victims of the nashville flooding. Put together by the great Alex Hudjohn and featuring some of the punk-coustic community's finest badasses... and me.
http://alexanderhudjohn.bandcamp.com/album/a-little-goes-a-long-way-nashville-flood-relief
Before I wrap up, I must make those obligatory thank-you's. To Lisa and The Monkey Grind, to Ryan Remains and Dave and the folks at the zombie house in Portland, to Claire for coming to two shows, to Sean the bastard and Danny Secretion and Shaun Hanna in Sac, to Danny, Leo, Wayne, Trevor, Alexis and Hogarth in San Jose, to Ziggy, happy birthday month brother, and Rev (Aaron, hahaha) and all other Escalera family members in San Diego, to all our friends new and old who came to any show or bought our swag, to the word "and" and to run-on sentences with too many commas, THANK YOU ALL SOOOO MUCH!!!! We had a fucking blast! We'll see ya soon. Until next time kids, keep your heads up and keep moving forward. xoxoxoxo
This was an awesomely successful tour, and the first person I have to thank for that is my brother Kyle. I've told the same thing to everyone I've talked to so far, but Kyle was the wildcard on the tour. At least on the musical side of things, as my brother has calmed down a great deal in recent years, he is no longer the same goddamn nut-bar that we all knew and grew to love oh so many years ago. I have to say the change is refreshing. I digress, you see kyle has focused all his energy and time on the honing of his classical guitar playing and it shows! It was a very different style to showcase in the venues we performed in, and despite that, it was received really really well. I think that is what I'm most thankful for,I'm just so glad that he was able to take this totally new thing he's doing and share it with audiences who have or would've enjoyed his more traditionally punk sounding work with Down We Go. This whole thing has convinced him to continue doing this and writing more originals to share with us dirty classless scoundrels. That makes me happy.
As for my own performance, I haven't felt this confident in playing by myself ever. This was a really scary and daunting task to undertake. Again, I feel like I've already said this to everybody that'll listen, but having no wall of noise to hide behind, after so many years of hiding behind that wall, is fucking unnerving. I did not piss my pants in fear the whole week! I beat the shit out of that guitar, and yelled a lot, and it was good (at least I think it was good). The new record will be up for donation (free, haha) download as soon as I get it finished. I'll keep you posted. In the mean time, go download this compilation to benefit the victims of the nashville flooding. Put together by the great Alex Hudjohn and featuring some of the punk-coustic community's finest badasses... and me.
http://alexanderhudjohn.bandcamp.com/album/a-little-goes-a-long-way-nashville-flood-relief
Before I wrap up, I must make those obligatory thank-you's. To Lisa and The Monkey Grind, to Ryan Remains and Dave and the folks at the zombie house in Portland, to Claire for coming to two shows, to Sean the bastard and Danny Secretion and Shaun Hanna in Sac, to Danny, Leo, Wayne, Trevor, Alexis and Hogarth in San Jose, to Ziggy, happy birthday month brother, and Rev (Aaron, hahaha) and all other Escalera family members in San Diego, to all our friends new and old who came to any show or bought our swag, to the word "and" and to run-on sentences with too many commas, THANK YOU ALL SOOOO MUCH!!!! We had a fucking blast! We'll see ya soon. Until next time kids, keep your heads up and keep moving forward. xoxoxoxo
Thursday, April 22, 2010
World War Z!!!!
I listened to the audiobook version of World War Z yesterday. Holy fuckingoddammshit!!!! Soooo good! If you have not read this book yet, go and buy/download it now! It will be well worth the money.
I certainly learned something about myself from it. Thanks to all the random jobs I've held through the years I've acquired a broad and random skill set. Basic plumbing, electrical, building and general mr. fix-it skills from my janitorial and building maintenance gigs, cooking from my pizza gig, people skills from retail gigs, an indepth knowledge of the terrain and highway system of the northwest region, and enhanced physical strength from my gravestone gig. Basically I'll be better suited to surviving and maintaining a fully functional role in the reconstruction after the zombie apocalypse.
Take that white-collar desk jockey!!!!
I certainly learned something about myself from it. Thanks to all the random jobs I've held through the years I've acquired a broad and random skill set. Basic plumbing, electrical, building and general mr. fix-it skills from my janitorial and building maintenance gigs, cooking from my pizza gig, people skills from retail gigs, an indepth knowledge of the terrain and highway system of the northwest region, and enhanced physical strength from my gravestone gig. Basically I'll be better suited to surviving and maintaining a fully functional role in the reconstruction after the zombie apocalypse.
Take that white-collar desk jockey!!!!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
GRNSTRP!!!!!!!
At this moment, we are the greatest heroes
time has ever told.
In this living room packed with other brave adventurers.
The electricity is crackling in the air.
I wear my heart on my neck and my hate on my hand.
Feet pound the pavement into gravel then to sand.
Feet pound the pavement into gravel then to sand then to dust!
Teeming mass of sweaty dreamers, a silent pledge made to each other
to soil the carpet, put our feet through the ceiling.
Please help our host pay for the broken drywall and wish us well,
we hit the road tomorrow.
Forget about your day job and don't hurt yourself for punk rock.
Let's go tonight we'll make some noisy history.
Oh yeah tonight we'll make the loudest history!
We are a part of something bigger
and this time it isn't bullshit!
We are a part of something bigger, this time it's not just bullshit!
time has ever told.
In this living room packed with other brave adventurers.
The electricity is crackling in the air.
I wear my heart on my neck and my hate on my hand.
Feet pound the pavement into gravel then to sand.
Feet pound the pavement into gravel then to sand then to dust!
Teeming mass of sweaty dreamers, a silent pledge made to each other
to soil the carpet, put our feet through the ceiling.
Please help our host pay for the broken drywall and wish us well,
we hit the road tomorrow.
Forget about your day job and don't hurt yourself for punk rock.
Let's go tonight we'll make some noisy history.
Oh yeah tonight we'll make the loudest history!
We are a part of something bigger
and this time it isn't bullshit!
We are a part of something bigger, this time it's not just bullshit!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Timecop. A Damage Done song
Take me to that tree-house that you wrote about,
we'll sing and sun ourselves on riverbanks.
This will be all I can think about until then.
The deepest thoughts I share speak through dresser drawers,
on folded scraps and napkins contained within.
Longhandchickenscratch scrawled on the bosses time.
Five minutes of my life,
five minutes I've taken back!
I'm taking back my time while I can.
I'm stealing back my time, I can steal yours as well.
Please escape with me from this desert hell.
On the cheapest transport I could find out of Mos Eisley,
we'll get by on our wits and time
time we stole.
I'm taking back our time
one minute at a time.
I'm taking back our time
while I can!
The great escapes are always better stolen.
xo
we'll sing and sun ourselves on riverbanks.
This will be all I can think about until then.
The deepest thoughts I share speak through dresser drawers,
on folded scraps and napkins contained within.
Longhandchickenscratch scrawled on the bosses time.
Five minutes of my life,
five minutes I've taken back!
I'm taking back my time while I can.
I'm stealing back my time, I can steal yours as well.
Please escape with me from this desert hell.
On the cheapest transport I could find out of Mos Eisley,
we'll get by on our wits and time
time we stole.
I'm taking back our time
one minute at a time.
I'm taking back our time
while I can!
The great escapes are always better stolen.
xo
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