I'm a restless heart with a strong desire for intellectual expression and visual stimulation. The earth is a big and beautiful place, so I figure, why not dwell in and explore it as much as possible! For me, life is about love, music, and the effect of words on the soul. I look for those who are as passionate about their lifestyle as I am. I'm extremely sporadic.
I spend a lot of time going to shows, exploring the hardcore music scene (in ALL its forms) and meeting new people. I'm determined and incredibly passionate about life, interested in only positive vibes. With all intents and purposes I am a firm believer in the "Hardcore" culture, believing that just because you went and got your teeth knocked out at a show and covered yourself in tattoos doesn't mean your hardcore. I'd like to keep all my teeth thank you very much. See, Hardcore set the precedent, but it's not just the music that defined a generation, it's the spirit behind it that defines who we are as a people together, united under one cause. While having piercings and tattoos may define what many define as "looking hardcore", I don't believe that's solely what makes someone a part of the culture. My plan is to write my story through the images I choose to put on my body throughout life, not as a way to fit a niche, but to express what I carry with me, as I grow.
I deeply despise over-inflated egos and thoroughly enjoy deep and intellectual conversation. I'm extremely accepting and I tolerate what most people can't.
I promote events and book shows from time to time and when I'm not doing that, I'm diving into the shelves and stock rooms of the great, great House of Guitars helping customers satisfy their want for music, daily! Most of the time though, I'm going to shows, taking pictures of bands/artists, and indulging in the modern music scene.
This site will host reviews, news, and updates on all of my ventures, on popular releases and underground music.
I'm very versatile when it comes to living in the moment. I can create a soundtrack of music for each day of my life on a whim! I also love to make friends so there's never a dull moment!
Words are consistently on my mind. I love their sounds, meanings, and the things they put forth through their communication. Every time something is spoken, muttered, or clarified, a light peaks out of a dark confusion shining bright. Simply put, I'm addicted to words, they define my passions.
My 3 standards in life are as follows: Music, Philosophy, and Fecundity.
I'm Straight Edge, because it's okay to live drug and alcohol free, without judgment of those who don't choose to do the same. Stay posi. XXX circa 2010.
<3's to Hardcore!
I get it. It’s a riot to get drunk, hammered, wasted, or flat-out plastered, but it’s strange to me that people waste so much money on going to events just to be drunk during them. Even stranger is that I find that it’s THOSE PEOPLE complaining about how the state of the U.S. economy is what’s making them broke and that their poor uneventful lives have turned for the worst because of this notion. Well, here’s a NEWSFLASH: People, GET OFF the crazy juice and look at what you’re spending you’re money on!
Concert tickets? Booze? More booze? And all of that, just to wake up the next day and remember next to nothing from it? But, you must have forgotten about all that while you were pre-gaming at home before the car ride to the show. Let me just say that I, for one, am stunned. If working almost seven days a week, having bills to pay, and having a gas tank to fill has taught me anything, it’s taught me not to be wasteful. Sure, not everyone’s in the same boat, and thankfully so, because I’m sure if I was in the same boat with a bunch of big-headed drunks, the damn boat would sink.
This isn’t a rant based on the fact that I’m straight edge. It’s based on principals. Don’t do something and then parade around the planet detesting something else because of what you’ve done. YOU got drunk. YOU woke up hungover. If you died tomorrow, it’s because of YOU that when the doctors finished your autopsy, they reported that your liver looked like it had been hacked to pieces by a meat cleaver. The economy and the multitude of other reasons you’ll use to complain did not get you a DWI or give you the next mornings foggy memory. If the economy could do that, then we’d be in even thicker shit then we’re in now. Misery is misery, go ahead and live it, but don’t think that anyone will believe you when the truth is, your drunken follies are what’s really bringing you down.