At the Teachey household, tradition holds that we open our Christmas presents on Christmas Eve. This started because, when I was younger, I would open my presents from my parents late on Christmas Eve and the next morning I would have presents under the tree from Santa. After catching my mom in a lie at age 8 and realizing Santa was, despite the hard scientific evidence offered by the Santa-Tracker on WRAL, a fraud, I started opening all my presents late on Christmas eve. Well this year I got my first present about a month early and then opened the rest just a few hours ago. Here's how it went:
1. NEW BASS!
The Fender Deluxe Precision Bass Special in navy with a gold vinyl pickguard. Jazz bass neck with maple fretboard. Active P / J Pickups. Flatwound strings. I am madly in love with this instrument. (Pictured above at the Guitar Center in Raleigh shortly after purchase)
2. Record Player
Crosley Vinyl / Tape/ CD player / AM/FM Radio. (Pictured with The Beatles Let It Be)
3. Dunks
Sick.
There were a few other things (Clothing, shoes, PEZ dispensers), but these were the biggest and best. My parents kick exorbitant amounts of ass and I got everything I could have asked for this year. Let me know what you got for Christmas!
By the time 2007 arrived, I had begun hanging out with a crowd of friends who did not go to Aycock. (In my earlier post this group is blanketed as the "Shadoe Group") I became friends with this group because of our shared musical interests. Nearly a year had passed since I met Shadoe and hung out with him at a show (Sunset Greets the Moon at the Herman Park Center, March 18th, 2006) and, shortly thereafter, joined him, Stoan, and Cara for a game of Scattergories at the Stewart residence, officially starting the friendship. I had been riding along with Shadoe and the rest of the crowd to shows all over the state nearly every weekend, but we had to stop going to so many once Shadoe's senior basketball season rolled around. Because we could no longer go off to every show every weekend, we began to hang out in Goldsboro on the weekends. Goldsboro, being the booming metropolis that it is, didn't offer us any better place to hang out than the fourth floor of Shadoe and Stoan's house. This floor of the house contains not much more than a pool table, amplifier stack, a chronically out of order arcade machine, and plenty of seating. On any given Friday or Saturday night you could expect to find anywhere from 7 to 20 people in the upstairs room. Typically the group was composed of a cross-section of Wayne County's public education system: from Rosewood - Cara, Leo - from Spring Creek - Paul, Roland - from Aycock - Carl - from Eastern Wayne - Daniel, Samantha we never really brought any Southern Wayne kids up there..I have no idea why that was. In addition to these public school kids, the most thoroughly represented school was, of course, Wayne Country Day. Shadoe, Stoan, Dia, Ryan, Dave, Corey, and Luxman were there most often, but there was a good chance that any number of additional WCDS kids, who I did not know as well, could be there. Typically, the fourth floor could play host to any group of people, at any time of day, on any Friday or Saturday and that's what made it such a excellent place to meet up, its reliability. As we spent the winter up there and watched the holidays arrive, we all began our holiday breaks. On one aftternoon during this break Shadoe, Luxman, and I were playing pool upstairs and Shadoe mentioned that he knew of a show we could go to in Greensboro during the coming weekend. It was a show in a basement of a kid we did not know, but it was a band who we had seen the summer prior who, at the time , were called Too Late The Hero. We got lost on the way to that show, but Lux got us there somehow and we got there in time to receive a free sampler disk from the band now calling themselves Love & Reverie. The disk was given to me by a boy who looked to be roughly 19 years old with long blonde hair and a friendly demeanor. (As luck would have it, I had passed gas approximately 3 seconds before he walked over and he joined in with Lux and Shadoe to make fun of it/me/the smell) The show that concluded with Love & Reverie's set, which was completely ballin. The lead singer was wearing a Rocket Summer t-shirt...so I would have probably loved them even if they were horrible. However, I was genuinely impressed, especially by the song they closed with, a happy and bouncy song about killing a girl that they had titled "Sunny Bell." We all loved the set and found out that they were playing the next night at the Luna Bean in Wilson. We went home and rounded up several more friends and headed off to Wilson the next night. This was the first of what I'm estimating to be about 15 shows I would see over the coming 6 months where Love & Reverie were playing. The Goldsboro kids quickly developed a relationship with the band and just as quickly fell madly for their music. (Here I will mention that the only reason we, as a city, fell so hard and fast for Love's music was because our previous obsession Sunset Greets the Moon, had taken a break from constant show playing to record their album.) After basketball season ended, almost every weekend consisted of one night of show-going (and most probably Love & Reverie show-going) and one night of straight chillin upstairs. This is how I spent the rest of my junior year, and it was incredible. Aside from the music part of my life, this period of time also saw my development socially. Because the group of friends was so diverse, I was constantly presented with situations that one could never experience in a closed-environment group of friends (such as any group of friends made solely of students from one school) An example of this forced social development is a conversation that I was a part of in the early spring of 2007. The conversation took place in front of the Stewart house....around parked cars. As the location may indicate, it was a completely spontaneous conversation and, looking back, I have no idea how it started. The group of young men involved that night was, in my opinion, the most diverse and intelligent group of close friends I have ever been around. Paul Richter, Roland Rengifo, Daniel Montilla, Ryan Ford, Stoan Stewart, Shadoe Stewart, and myself all participated in a dialogue that night that revolved loosely around our various views on religion and morality. I don't remember many details about the talk, but I do know that it was without a doubt the best group conversation I've ever had. During the conversation I learned two big things - 1. I absolutely thrive on logical thought. More than anything in this world, I love logically picking apart why we feel the way we do, our flaws and biases, and our reasoning behind living as we do. 2. Ryan Ford is a great guy. Prior to this conversation, I had not talked to Ryan much and I credit that night with bringing us way closer together. Eventually the night had to end, and I have yet to duplicate the experience, and honestly, I doubt I ever will. In that conversation and others I had my belief system attacked, my status as a theist was attacked, my prejudices questioned, and my eyes opened. The social and intellectual growth I experienced during this period of my life shaped who I am today.
That's the way things went. We went to shows, hung out at Shadoe & Stoan's place, we ate a lot of Bonfire's, we talked about everything under the sun, and we grew. Junior year ended and the older kids all graduated. We packed as much life into that summer as was humanly possible, but despite my best efforts, we were still held to compliance by Father Time. Shadoe moved off to Chapel Hill in August and I knew things would never be the same. In looking back, I was exactly right. Things didn't get bad and my life wasn't worse or anything, but there was an undeniable loss of a huge part of my world. I harbor only good memories from this period of my life and in all honesty I doubt that I have done it justice in this brief explanation. I'll end this story with a video of the song that sends all the memories flooding into my mind. The song is "Sunny Bell". This particular clip was shot at the Luna Bean, at a show that I attended, along with many of those friends who I grew to love so much during that time.
In a small bit of other news, I found a song lyric that I feel displays perfectly how I feel about this blog and its importance to me as a means of catharsis.
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope. That is why I'm singing...
- Bright Eyes - "Bowl of Oranges"
I guess I'll have to do an obligatory holiday blog next.
you danced, you drank you laughed, you cried you went to work and said goodbye I've lived , I learnt stayed up all night I'll see you when the time is right again
- Hit The Lights
Today
Today was really good day. Good things happened today.
I woke up at roughly 11:40 and had to be at the hospital to do more pharmacy shadowing by 12:30. Naturally, because I had nearly an hour to do everything I needed to prepare myself, I did not eat. I would realize later that this was unwise. As the time drew near and I was putting on my shirt to head out my aunt and grandma walked into my kitchen (Granny lives with me. Aunt Jackie was just visiting) Granny handed me and envelope that had come for me from the Campbell University School of Pharmacy. There was a letter inside that told me I had been accepted to a really awesome program at school. I will not bore you with the complete details, but i was pumped about it. I called my mom and informed her, at which point she began to cry....presumably in front of her entire office. So that was pretty crazy. I left home after that and went off to the Wayne Memorial Hospital Pharmacy. I was able to assist in the IV Room by handing the technician bottles and syringes and stuff. I found out afterwords that the chemo drugs we were preparing cost around $17,000. At about 4:30 post meridian, I ate my first meal of the day while still wearing a grin due to the news I had received earlier. I closed out my day by broin down with the evening shift pharmacists (generally language gets more "adult" later into the evening) and headin over to Quiznos for my second meal of the day and also in a 2 hour span. After I got home I had to load up a bunch of lumber into my truck for Mallory Peacock to burn at her bonfire. While doing this the only bad part of today presented itself as a nail penetrated my shoe, shock, and a small amount of my right foot. I'm hoping I won't lose the foot, but I wont really know what's goin on until I see it in the light tomorrow morning. I'll keep you posted. After skewering my foot I left for Mallory's bonfire with a truck load of wood. The bonfire was definitely cool. I got to see a bunch of old Goldsboro friends and both the Shadoe and Aycock friend groups were represented. I may note, it was not awkward with any friends I hadn't seen in a while; however, I have determined that with the truest of friends you are able to pick right back up. For example, it feels like I have seen Zara Shaw every weekend since I've moved. We hardly ever talk when I am away, but I believe that we thoroughly enjoy each others company when we get lucky and are together. Zara Shaw is really good people guys....just sayin.
Post - Fire
The events the followed the fire are best described in quick, choppy sentences that may even be confusing. Like: Sonic. Throwing rocks at Shadoe('s nuts?). Hey Jessica! KrispyKreme kinda. Grape Cigarillos. Peesh had a dank ass coat. Jessica kicks Drake('s balls?). Marshmallow fight. Cops...bye. That said, it was a really really fun night. It was one of those nights that makes you appreciate this town that we all left so eagerly. I am hopeful that there will be more nights like that over this winter break.
I have no plans at the moment for the Eve of the New Year. I would love to be able to hang with any combination of my friends here in Goldsboro and I don't really care where I end up. So, if anything develops.....I doubt anyone is gonna read this and let me in on new year plans because of it. So. Disregard
Shout Outs
Everyone who has told me they are reading this, The person who said they dictionary.com me, Peesha, Jess, CUSOP, JJ'sgettin it, and Tetanus
One week of blogging down; I think I have a few more in me.
Let me first say thank you to everyone who has expressed their enjoyment in reading the Depository and let you know that I really appreciate all you guys reading. It is absolutely encouraging that others find my ridicuous thoughts entertaining. So, stick around everybody, I promise I'll keep em rollin.
Sadly, I have to inform everyone of some sad news. Due to a recent discovery that my blog is being followed by certain people, I have decided that when I finally get around to doing my first semester recap, I will have to refrain from mentioning that my chem lab assistant may have been rather attractive. I was looking forward to telling you stories of the young lady and her stunning looks, but I must refrain due to the awkwardness that may arise. (she's a subscriber, the preceeding paragraph is supposed to be funny)
If you are a regular reader or if this is your first time visiting, I encourage you to comment or let me know what you think in some other way....unless it's bad...then quickly purge it from your memory and never let me know that you didnt love it.
Music Stuff
2008 was a slow year, in my opinion, musically, especially within the genres that I have been listening to heavily over the last couple of years. The whole pop-punk/emo/powerpop/popmo/screamo/screampop genre is gettin a little redundant, and it's harder for me to enjoy every catchy album that comes out. For example :
2006 - Cute is What We Aim For - The Same Blood Rush With a New Touch -- the album was terribly written and musically simplistic, but I defy you to tell me it wasnt absurdly catchy.
2008 - Cute is What We Aim For - Rotation - In Rotation, Cute contnued with the same general pop-punk stuff you saw in their debut. The writing was better (it had to be) and they had grown musically a tiny, tiny bit. However, what had taken over both my iPod and brain two years prior had no staying power whatsoever this year.
I feel like this is happenign to a lot of bands/listeners within this sudgenre because of its sudden oversaturation. There are def great bands that have come out of the whole "Fueled By Ramen Generation" (interestingly enough...most of them arent on Fueled By Ramen), but the bulk of what is being done today in pop-punk music is terribly unoriginal. That said, I have been actively broadening my musical horizons over the last year and am proud to say that I am a listener of much more diverse music now. In addition to the classics (classic rock), I have begun to pursue contmeporary artists who are not really associated with the pop world. This all started after I fell madly and irreversibly in love with John Mayer's music about ten months ago. I realized that he was essentially a modern dya blues man with a singer/songwriter twist. I set out find some other artists who exemplified those sounds (blues/soul , contemp. singer /songwriter). Below are the names of some artists I highly reccomend who I found at some point over the last 9 months due to either complete chance or reccomendations.
Ernie Halter - must have album: Starting Over . excellent songs, amazing basslines on a couple tracks. sexy...period.
Justin Nozuka - must have album : Holly . asian guy kills it. beautiful voice and solid writing. Standout tracks are the very very different "Be Back Soon" and "Oh Momma"
Otis Redding - listen to every song he ever recorded. do it. now. he is one of the greates soul men in the history of American pop music and is without a doubt a key part of the development of rock. Be sure to listen to "I've Been Loving You Too Long" and " These Arms of Mine" asap.
Connor Oberst (Bright Eyes) - I dont have neough albums to call one the "key" album, but I would highly reccomend listening to I'm Wide Awake It's Morning. Oberstis an excellent songwriter and storyteller. I think he is absolutely required listening for anyone who values strong lyricism an
d does not mind simplistic instrumentation.
Sleepy
I feel like this blog has been a bit short, but I hope it's also usefull to the reader. I'm sure I'll post again soon concerning music news and you can expect another entry before the week runs out.
It's 3:11 AM and I just dont have the energy to go back and spell check or edit. I welcome you guys to go nuts and see who can find the most errors in my writing.
Shout outs : Andy Moore, Lauren Veid, Brendan Turner, Alexa Walrond, Darryl Mitchell, Dr. Adam C. English, Fubar, and F.S.U.
I once knew a girl. She told me that Ben Gibbard was perfect husband material; things like that made me like her so much. She also once told me that there was "a 98.9% chance that [she] could be in love with [me]", so,obviously anything I may have been told is subject to, at the very least, severe scrutiny. This isn't a bash-blog. This isnt the entry where he finally lets it loose. This isnt an attack on my most recent source of intense happiness which, coincedentally, is also my most recent source of sorrow. The story that I can tell is that I met a kind young lady and decided rather quickly that I liked her. I hit on her relentlessly for at least a week before I noticed any degree of success. After she indicated that she shared at least a small amount of interest I began to prepare myself for a relationship and grew elated at the thought of the young lady. At some point after I spent an evening carrying her drunken frame across a rain-soaked golf course while wearing only a bathing suit designed to fit roughly half of me, she decided she wasnt down for the relationship thing. I didnt handle that in the best way I guess. I turned to some friends of mine for advice on how to deal and I managed to simultaneously ignore the good advice (Sorry Dan) and accept the shitty advice with open arms ( I should be given a massive monetary reward for having not confronted the person who provided me with the afforementioned poor advice. I do not hate you, but you have narrowly escaped at least a dozen text messages informing you of my total and sincere regret for having ever asked you). After this whole me not handling things well period ran its course for ...o...i dont know....21 days...exactly, the young lady informed me that she had moved on. At the time of this posting I do not know the state of her and her male interest and I shall not assume that they are dating nor will I assume that they are no longer together. Her telling me that she had moved on was a supremely kind thing for her to do, and was what I had asked her to do, so for that I hold only respect. In truth, the young lady did very little that I can find fault in. She was kind to me at most possible junctures and was careful to not lie to me. I have dealt with the situation since her announcement by deriving two key facts from amidst all the emotional wreckage.
1. I got too excited too fast. This marks at least the 4th time I have done that with similar results. So, maybe I should work on that. I set myself up for the breakdown and comforted myself all the while by saying that this situation, this girl, was different. However true that may have been, I was the same...and I should have known better than to think ...to know , that the relationship would work out for me.
2. The 98.9% chance she predicted for a big beautiful bouncy blossom of love appearing between us was pretty much a big ole sack of baby back bullshit. Im certain she didnt feed me that line to hurt me, or even to manipulate me, she said it for, I believe, two reasons. She knew it would make me happy, and she likes that thought of love. At that point in our relationship, she was saying it to convince herself that she even had feelings for me, sadly, it affected me in a girl-esque ridiculous way.
So here I am. I'm looking back at this, so it least from a verb tense point of view I have moved on a bit. I smile and have fun and what not...so I have retained human function. I also learned that Facebook actually has a function that allows you to stop all updates on a specific person from appearing on your mini-feed. I took advantage of that...and then I used it on all her friends...and then pretty much every person who I had seen on her campus or in her hometown. ( Nate, I havent seen any news about you in months...call sometime) I'm still dealing with the whole "she's got a new guy" thing, but it is so incredibly easier to deal with it by telling myself that she was never really mine to begin with. The fact that my selfish ass can even accept that blows my mind.
Inevitably, this entry will reflect poorly on my ability to deal with stress, girls, relationships, emotions, AIM buddy lists, Facebook preferences, and general existence, but I feel like this is a major part of that all-important catharsis that I'm looking for with this blog. So, thanks to everyone who has said they enjoyed my blogs....you found an incredible way to get me to talk about personal things on a globally accessible medium.
to the young lady - the thought of you makes me unhappy and uncomfortable. you should text me some time.
to the provider of bad advice - if you decide you want to talk to me about this whole situation and how much seething anger I harbor towards you, i can handle it. however, i will be mean, irrational, and incredibly surprised when we talk (not in that order exactly). call only if you do not care much about your opinion of me and can accept the full weight of my utter regret for having ever trusted you.
This marks the end of the first blog that will absolutely make some people uncomfortable. Consider, in your discomfort, that this is only my way of siphoning off some of the baggage in my mind in a constructive way. If that consideration offers you no solace, you can kick me, it's whatever.
I attended a fiesta last night (Friday) at the home of a guy named Holt (who I dont really know). I'm fairly certain it was birthday party for Andrew Lancaster, but it basically ended up being a gathering of every person I have ever known from Goldsboro and the surrounding areas. It was pretty deep and I went in there convinced that it would quickly turn into a crowded room full of drunken redneckery, luckily I was proven very wrong. It was actually pretty chill and I got to hang out with a ton of people I hadn't seen in a while. The night was full of events that I cant describe in detail here due to issues of legality, but it was by no means a seedy affair. My night was ended early when word got around that the cops were there (erroneous). It was good while it lasted though and I hope there is another party around the Gold City soon. This p.o.s. town is incredible every now and again.
"[Goldsboro] is the worst city ever, but I wouldn't have wanted to grow up anywhere else"
- Daniel Montilla
Reflections you say?
Truth be told, I'm a hopelessly reflective guy. I dont say that to try to convince anyone that I'm incredibly intellectual or that I'm so awesome or anything, I only mean to say that I spend an unhealthy amount of time thinking. I say all that to say this: the ultimate reason I started this blog was to use it as a catharsis, to use it to let some of the more prominent subjects of contemplation out into the open and avoid an explosion in my head. As a tool for this type of expression, this blog will often contain pieces of varying size that will be concerned with things that bother or excite me. These sections will be generally more emotionally charged than my topical pieces and I just want to warn everyone that I am completely and totally out of my mind. Try not to judge me too harshly for anything I may say or think poorly of me because of my need to vocalize (textualize?) things.
The following is an example :
I am madly and irreversibly in love with the friends I have managed to make thus far in my life. I came to this realization a little over a year ago, and it hit me like a sack of bricks. Now, a year into this realization that I rely on the friends I have for my own emotional stability, I am beginning to accept that as my nature. At first, it scared me that I relied on others for happiness "Am I weak because of that? Should I be able to happy without the influence of others?" Questions like that bounced around my head for some time until I was able to finally say in full confidence that I am completely ok with it. I, Carl Teachey, do not possess the ability to be comfortable without companionship. Aside from the implications this makes about my friendships and how valuable they are to me, it does a lot to explain why I have a nasty habit of pursuing relationships (the kind with girls) to the point of my own misery. This topic will be discussed at length in a later entry, but you want to prepare yourself for the immense irrationality on my part that will be revealed on that day. - Back to my friends - I love em. I need em. I want to take this opportunity to thank anyone who has put up with me over the years. I'm an arrogant asshole, and yet you have accepted that and seen something else in me. I appreciate it ...really. I define periods of my adolescent life by the group of friends that I relied on the most at the time. Here, for the first time ever, I will map out these periods for the public. I do this as a method of trying to at least vaguely reference individuals who have been especially important to me.
Aycock Era I - this period ran from 7th grade to roughly spring of sophomore year. It was characterized by bowling trips, rides with parents, and everyone generally liking everyone. Friends in this period were almost exclusively from Norwayne/Aycock.
Shadoe Era - Shadoe, who will most likely never read this, would probably rather me not publicly talk about how important he has been to me, but its the truth and I am forever in his debt for it. This period began in March of my sophomore year and was the result of a falling out between my "Aycock friends" and I (I was an ass to you guys, I'm sorry) and a chance meeting between Shadoe Stewart and I while taking the ACT. This period was characterized by near constant hanging out with Shadoe and the plethora of people I met through him. This period of time also saw the development of my musical taste and my love for live music. The Shadoe era was the result of me being connected to many, many people through Shadoe's myriad connections in Goldsboro. The people I met in this period (Stoan, Cara, Leo, Daniel, Ryan...etc.) are still incredibly important to me and still hold a spot in my heart for having given me the best period of my life to date (Spring '07). This era ended in August of 2007 when Shadoe, Paul, Roland, Dia and all the other class of '07-ers left for school.
Aycock Era II - This friend era began in August of 2007 as I began my final year of secondary education at Charles B. Aycock High School. During this time I changed quite a bit and was able to make goodwith many of the friends I had become dissenchanted with during the previous year and a half. This was a period of highs and lows and was absolutely not without its shitty moments. However, this period also saw the development of the COT ( consisting of approximately : Stephen, Drake, Blake, Rusty, Leo, Nate, Roo and a couple more ). This band of young men helped me to grow and were the only reason I was able to deal with the stress on senior-work. Broing (bro - ing) down with these guys in addition to spending time with the girls I could still put up with ( I love you Stephanie Rains ) made up my entire senior year....and it was ballin.
Hybrid Era - this era began after graduation and lasted throughout the summer prior to my leaving for college. This era was beautiful because it saw the combination of the "Shadoe" and "Aycock" friend groups in full force. As far as senior summers go, I doubt that they could get much better than this one. A specific highlight I would like to mention was the six-day stretch where I played Hot Gay Sex with several other young men every single night and immediately went to Sonic where we proceeded to devour copious ammounts of slushies and cheese coneys. Note: In this period I met Jordan Weller...who just called me...he's a really good guy.
Campbell Era 1.0 - This is the era I now consider myself in and as such I shall not discuss it in detail here. I will give my view on my current friend/hangout/people situation in a later entry.
So there you have it. Thats how I've gotten where I am now. I want to again thank everyone who has been a part of my life to this point and I also want to stress that if you were not mentioned specifically, do not be offended. If you must know, ask me what era you fall under. (See thats called interaction, it's my way or rewarding anyone who has read this far)
I love you guys. More than you'll ever know.
End
If you have taken the time to read this entire post, you are the man and you have my permissions to high five me upon sight. I'm about to roll out and see some friends at Jordan Carr's place. I'm thinking the next blog will deal heavily with music...so stay tuned if you like Otis Redding (you BETTER like Otis Redding)
This will be my first "normal" post, concerning the days events, music rockin my noggin at the moment, and other fleeting issues. (I will try to post another introductory entry soon-ish)
Pharm Fun
Today was Day 2 of my independent pharmacy job shadowing. I've been shadowing at Fremont Pharmacy which is owned and operated by Hank and Keith Stewart, R Ph. (Kenan's dad and uncle, respectively). First off, they are really good guys. Second, I'm starting to see that there is actually some creedence to the crap they are shoving us about Pharmacists being the "most trusted professionals" in our society. Hank and Keith are really good examples of that belief and their customers really really do trust them. Hopefully I'll be able to be in that position someday.
Here is probably a good spot for me to tell people who may not know me very well that I am a pre-pharm major at Campbell and have every intention to get a Doctorate of Pharmacy degree. I'm not sure if i want to necessarily be a retail pharmacist (neighborhood pharmacy , CVS, Walgreens, etc.) , but regardless of my final career choice I'm hoping it will be in pharmaceuticals (wish me luck). I begin my pharmacy school application in June and am in the process of amassing pharmacy shadowing hours. By the second week of January I should half approximately half of the 160 shadowing hours that I'm aiming for. So that's what I'm up to now with regards to my education/job/rest of my life. More to come on that front...
Music Stuffs
Music is pretty much the biggest thing in my life, aside from my education, and is really the only thing I can claim as a hobby of mine. I will talk about music in some way in pretty much every post I make....because I mention music in pretty much every conversation I have.
Today in music I want to encourage everyone to check out Razia's Shadow. It's a musical that was written over the last two years by Thomas Dutton (of Forgive Durden). Dutton enlists several prominent vocalists from "the scene" to play characters in the musical. Appearances are made by Max Bemis (Say Anything), Chris Conley (Saves the Day), Greta Salpeter (The Hush Sound), Casey Crescenzo (formerly TREOS), Kris Anaya (An Angle), Aaron Weiss (mewithoutYOU), Danny Stevens (The Audition), Brendon Urie (Panic (!) at the Disco), NicNewsham (Gatsby's American Dream), Shawn Harris (The Matches), and Lizzie Huffman (Man in a Blue Van). Each character does an excellent job with their given role which adds a massive amount of awesomeness to the already excellent storyline and instrumentation. I encourage you to either buy or download the album ASAP but until then you can stream every song on Youtube right here.
In other music news, I bought two vinyl records last night. I purchased Let It Be, by The Beatles, and Moving Pictures, by Rush. They will be joining Otis Redding and The Who in my newly started vinyl collection. If anybody has any hook ups to records or knows of any Goldsboro-ish stores that may have used vinyls, please let me know.
We Are Boned
I just wanted to say that we, as a nation, are boned....right in the economic butthole. I just heard a headline on TV that said "What happens when Americans cut back on Christmas? - The whole world suffers" I've never been one to claim much economic knowledge, but I absolutely think that there is a serious issue with distribution of wealth in our country that has caused this problem, and it deeply saddens me that it will take a massive economic downturn to give us even a small window of opportunity to try and fix things. This is a TERRIBLE time to be entering adulthood....especially with student loans to pay. So basically, strap on your recession boots boys, it's gonna be a long night.
Well, this is my first post. My first attempt to fill page upon page with text that is witty, and funny, and awesome. Without a doubt, I will fail terribly at this, however; I hope that you find my level of failure to be surprisingly lower than you would have guessed. This concludes my self deprecating preface.
I am doing this blog thing mainly because it has been gnawing at me for some time and I felt as though I had simply outgrown using my away messages as my primary literary outlet. ( However, I will go on record as saying that if it was not for the countless nights that ended with me scouring my mind for away message fodder, this blog would have never come into being.) I have no clue as to what subject matter I will focus on while blogging. I doubt very seriously that there will be a single common theme throughout my entries and most likely, my posts will be spatterings of the day's occurences. In an effort to create at least a tiny tiny amount of cohesiveness and general order, I am setting a few rules for myself that pertain to this blog. I will now share those rules with you and thereby pass the responsibility of making sure I am following them to you, the devoted reader.
Carl's Blog Rules :
1. Blogs will be works of nonfiction. Don't expect any crazy stuff like a draft of my first novel or anything. Just the facts.
2. I will blog as much as possible. (Read: When I run out of picture albums to creep on Facebook)
3. Names, locations, and any other sensitive information will be treated with as much care as I can manage. Note : due to the autobiographical nature of this blog, it will probably often deal with "girl-issues." That said, I will, as a general policy, not mention names of any young ladies that I become involved with because I will, without any doubt whatsoever, jynx any chance i have. One glaring exception to this policy will be girls who treat me poorly. To those girls I say, I shall drag your name through the viscous mud of the internet and smear you around in a deep, dark pool of fiery words and biting sarcasm. (note: e-sarcasm - n. - sarcasm used on the internet, sometimes hard to distinguish, example : see sentence preceding this note)
So those are my three rules. Let me know if you think I'm upholding them to an acceptable degree.
In attempt to discourage enraged clicking of the back arrow or even the dreaded X button, I shall now bring this first post to a close. I thank you sincerely if you have taken the time to read this first post and I humbly ask that you continue to drop in, read what I have to say, and get involved through comments...or e-mail me....or scream at me violently upon sight.
The next post will be another introductory-type-post-thingy so if you have any burning questions you would like me to address feel free to leave them in the ole comment area.
