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We played our first show with Garth this week – it was with Cinema Cinema, bbigpigg and pocket pool. I liked the show a lot. No pretense and bullshit, all the bands rocking out to the other bands, people showing up and saying hi! Whiskey and beer and all sorts of good times.
WELCOME GARTH MACALEAVEY INTO THINNING THE HERD.
Thank you all who auditioned and took the time for us.
I started to play drums quite regularly – I am about as good as the bald doood in Electric Wizard.
We are zeroing in on a drummer.
I wake up everyday hoping for an email that says ‘ I am your new drummer’. It used to be so easy, felt like I had people lining up out the back of the Van to get in and play with us. Now we don’t have any takes, I put the word out yesterday, and expected immediate gratification – instead I am not getting anyone.
Is this the end of this band? Just because I cannot find another long haired metal freakin NY? Amazing. I am amazed. This city is so big, this band plays with the coolest motherfuckers that come through, and still — no fucking drums.
I am going to start playing drums. This shit is WACK.
We have a great new record coming out, one I have little steam for promoting. In the wake of my friend being killed, I am caught not wanting to play my guitar, not wanting to write music or even draw pictures. I am in a funk, and I cannot express on Facebook, to friends, to family or anyone in the music industry how this event is being processed.
The sad thing is not the loss of life, it is the death of dreams.
The selfish association I have with leading a band creates a dilemma for me. I can’t be in a band. I need to lead a band, or be a producer. This crossroads has me sleeping late and going to bed early, not able to meditate or be myself, in the moment.
The people and things associated with this process is getting me upset, getting me to a place where I want to paint alone, and not pursue music again.
I am upset with the lack of response in garnering a new drummer, though I have not put the word out there yet – I need someone.
I feel the universe owes me for the dues I have paid, but this is not true. I need to pound the pavement and create something as I did years ago — though I am now older, and could give a shit less about what you think.
If you play drums and can put up with a free place to rehearse, let me know. email@example.com
Well its been about two weeks since my best friend and our talented drummer Rick CImato was killed by a car going the wrong way down the highway, on the night after x-mas. Since then I have been fighting sadness and grieving heavily. Everyone tells me to keep writing songs, not to stop performing and playing – but honestly – I don’t know what to do.
I find myself alone, a place I usually love to be — now lacks the relevance, as my lives project got intertwined with the metal and blood that was my friends fate.
I have no choice but to write dark and doom music, and to follow through with this – but I am not approachable. I am somewhat of a fascist, and write all the music. I need the control and fear I will not find what we need in the band, after Ricks departure.
I am doubtful in my talent, and fear this is the end, though I know in my heart it is just the beginning.
Eastern philosophy helps put a context as to what I feel and what is real. My focus is to rise from this, to help out with Ricks name and honor.