Recording Drums April 4
I must admit to having no active part in this process aside from moral support. It’s ten o’clock at night, I have no work to do tomorrow, and we’re recording “real” drums to replace our canned drums from our first sessions. I hardly understand what’s going on around me (such is the lead-singer’s mantra), but it’s interesting regardless. We’ve chosen what we deem to be our best 4 songs to be re-recorded, then pressed for free distribution at our shows. From past experiences with bands we all are aware that people love free shit, though I suspect those who receive unsolicited CD’s from bands they don’t know probably just throw it out. Either way, we want to have something to give people in a desperate attempt to get anyone to listen to us. We’ll put our best foot forward and hope for the best.
The songs are certainly different with Spencer’s playing added. He plays hard, fast, adding power to what often seemed thin.  I sit here trying to book gigs, receiving plenty of automatic e-mails in return.  Every club owner wants to be contacted by e-mail first, not for the sake of convenience but so they can ignore you. Fair enough: whiny band people would get on my nerves as well. But it’s shitty being the whiny band guy seeking low pay.Â
As you can tell I have no real insight on this subject, just a knack for winding on about nothing. But listen to my words, I am a lead singer. Â
Aaron Apr 7
As it turns out, there appears there is still demand for shows from those persons who used to be part of Roosevelt Roosevelt and Gone By June. Someone somewhere seems to care about at least one of those bands, and as a result we’ve been able to book six shows without having played live yet. We’re not exactly Blind Faith quite yet, but the whole thing is encouraging regardless, especially for a bunch of guys who want to gig as often as possible.
While the majority of us grew up white collar (I can’t speak to Spencer’s socio-economic condition, though he now works for Booz, Allen, Hamilton), we’ve always loved the Springsteen’s of this world, the working-man’s artists. It’s the only tunnel we have into a world of getting your hands dirty, hauling heavy shit around, and sweating until you’re completely exhausted. Bands that only want to play twice a month should be executed by firing squad simply because the find the whole process too much of a bother, as if the road to stardom is paved through inconvenience. For the rest of us, we want to gig hard and often because it’s fun, and because it can make you feel as if you’re not a rich white kid, like their might be guys in coal-mines listening to your stuff and thinking you’re a hard working man. “Who doesn’t want that?” said the prissy lead-singer.