Check out this dude Según. He’s one of the better up and coming talents out there right now. My good friend and producer Mike Green is helping develop this man into a monster, so do me a solid and check out his work— It’s fantastic.
Yo!
I wanted to make the first official announcement regarding a few cancellations per my faulty voice pipes.
As some of you may know, I’ve been struggling with an upper respiratory cold/infection/thing for the past week, and last night in Southampton it finally took it’s toll. We ended up cutting a handful of songs, but managed to get through the end of the set with a lot of help from the audience. (Thanks for that, by the way.)
Regardless, I am now on major voice rest because I absolutely refuse to cancel these last shows.
With that in mind, I won’t be DJing FaceDown @ Scala tonight, and we will be canceling our signing tomorrow at Banquet Records.
I’m really sorry that we won’t be able to make it out to the extra events, but the shows matter most, and I want to be as healthy as possible for both.
Thanks to everyone for being understanding! Being a human sucks sometimes… I need robot pipes like Ke-Dollarsign-Ha.
Love you!
Total ‘Et tu, Brute?’ moment.
The inexplicable meets the unreasonable, and the collision ignites quite a fire.
Embers, sparks, crackles and pops— I’m left here listening to Alkaline Trio while my body decides whether jet-lag is still a real thing or just an excuse I’ve made up to never go to sleep.
I need a haircut. Seriously.
Sound Check Glasgow - Day 2 UK tour
Apparently I pissed a few people off today— What’s new?
Big Time Rush fans, in NO way did I intend to disrespect the guys. My explanation was rushed (teehee) and worded wrong in the final iteration of the interview.
To clarify, BTR’s reps asked to do a version of No Idea, which we were totally cool with, and that version of the song ended up on their newest record. (They even credited me. Aww.)
When I compared them to The Monkees, I was merely attempting to explain how and why they ended up with an alternate version of our song on their album in the first place— certain aspects of their band are determined by the powers over at Nickelodeon, and their TV show, which the band was formed around, (as was their music, respectively.) That’s just fact. No denying it.
However, what defines a “real band” is subjective, and taken out of context, my comment definitely came off as condescending, which was never my intention.
Those guys are homies, and they’re doing what they do very well— I certainly wasn’t tryna hate.
xo
Word up.
Blurry instore humans
Rick Time Rolled
My toes anchor me to the Indian Ocean, as I kick my head back and quietly scream; The constellations look so different here, but they still know exactly what I mean.
Wishing away so much more than common sense,
a couple cents tossed aside,
didn’t matter — ‘cause I didn’t pick a side,
just left myself,
a coin flip away from the great divide,
a bridge to burn, a rope to hide,
a hill to climb,
just you and I,
We made sense, made dents in time…
Cents and dimes,
nickles and vibes.
The vibes were priceless.
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Superheroes Art Print - by Danny Haas
Available at Society6
Spider-Man | Superman | Iron Man | Batman
If I could only see what lies beyond the great horizon, nagging mystery blanketing all things too great for me to understand, spread like sheets over potential, Veritas’ song echoing into the here and now— a dull whisper. I sit, a deity of my own devices, bending all that burns and bubbles within me, straining to process just a single bar of an infinite melody, one perhaps not meant to be heard.
Still, I listen.
There is a legacy in the making, being traced in the sands of time, tripped up and slowed by fleeting wishes that come and go like summer rain, carried on the wings of an undying faith in a promise that there is something on the other side of the horizon worth being found. I am drawn to that unknown like a fish on a line, yet, the hands of fiends lay claim to idle stride— and from the top of every tower, of every wall built to stand in my way, they perch, punching holes in the Earth and filling them with oceans of misguided ambition that I am forced to sail, blindly, on the ebbs and swells of my lost hopes and dreams.
Still, I sail.
Xoxo goodnight
Sail on.
Gentle touch, Delicate breath, Flash of pearl in the darkness of another heavy Wednesday— These lips know how it feels to be given a taste, but denied another; blissful, longing whimsy— A loss for words, A loss of sense, A sense of disregard— Lay awake and wonder how she’s sleeping.
