Writing's On The Wall

(b)

It's been far too long since we wrote. We've been through one of the worst moves possible (albeit to a great space for us), and some of the most stressful times financially. All of this surrounding us while trying to finish up the songs. The last song we're working on is Dead Bodies. Eric has come up with melodies, recorded them, and in the same day thrown them away...a few times. I promise, it's going to be good. Songs that get worked on this much have momentum behind them.
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I should update on the move. Here's what happened, in chronological order. Eric came to Chicago from Boston in the middle of May to stay in my apartment through July and then get a place with Alec as well (yep, the band is going to be all in one place). You might have seen the move in a video Eric made of his trip. So the end of June comes and we're just starting to clean and pack up for our move on July 1st. My door, which was never used this way before, startled me with loud clacks. The kind of noise you know doesn't bring good news. We do have a buzzer but I suppose the landlord doesn't give a shit. Anyway, the landlord promptly tells us through a thick Western European accent that we have "to move by tomorrow noon". Needless to say, we were stuck with all of our belongings and no where to put them, or ourselves for that matter, for just a tiny gap in time. 20 hours to be exact.

The plan for us was: A.) sleep next to all of our stuff for the night on the curb or B.) move into my brother's condo for the night (old brick building, tiny elevator with two heavy doors to be held open - much harder than it may sound). We chose the second option, though somehow and at many points during the move to my brother's, the first seemed much more appealing. So the first day was Eric, my Dad and I moving a whole apartment into a condo, knowing the entire time we had to do it again tomorrow (though the next day would be just Eric and I). Next day rolls around, waking up at 7am to move, load, unload, repeat - we finish around 8pm. Finish meaning all of the boxes, mattresses, equipment taking up any and all floorspace in our new living room, hallway and kitchen.

Enough complaining. My conscious is just looking for a pat on the back for all of that good ol' work.

"Financial situation?!? Aren't you in a baaaaand?" Yes, and bands don't make any money. Even ones on "record labels" (what does that even mean to anyone anymore?). So we have to find jobs to pay for places we move in to and inhabit. We should also probably pay some sort of nuisance fee to all other tenants for every noise a band makes (not always musical). Anyways, I'm on my 27th application and I know Eric's tally is up there, though I know he doesn't have a running count. (The fact that I know and keep track is another blog for another time)
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I also want to let you in on a video we made a while ago at my old place. We came up with the idea for the song the same night we recorded this little video. It was one of those times where it fell into place - Eric had some chords, put them together, and I wrote some melodies over it. For your viewing pleasure:



We'll be using Vimeo from now on to host our film. Why? Because it looks better than YouTube and I'm a sucker for that attribute in websites.