Soooo,

I guess I'm back to my dating guys in a band fantasy, and guess what???!! It IS going to happen! I have full faith in this. Fuck this shit. I'll be fine, whatever. It's a whole lot easier this way. SINCE I'M A STRONG FEMALE, I DON'T NEED PERMISSION. Lesson learned.

HEY, guess whaaaat??!!

YOU ALL HAVE A TERRIBLE TASTE IN WOMEN,
by the way.


Fuck bitches. I will do what I want.

just some quick, random thoughts.

Even though they have now disbanded, and it breaks my heart everytime I think about this, they still created a lasting impact on both fans and the music industry. Their music and attitude are both controversial and enjoyable. There aren't many bands who go about their careers in the correct manner, but Envy on the Coast were one of the few who did, and they forever have changed my life.

There is no music like Envy on the Coast's (compare them to what you will; I still stand by my say) and every time I listen to this album, it's refreshing, it's powerful; it's everything I want in a band plus more. The lyrics are beyond well written, the vocals are absolutely amazing, and overall, the musicianship is tight. This album is beyond well put together.

Envy on the Coast never gets the credit they deserve (hence them breaking up) but in order to full appreciate their style of music and attitude, they require you to sit down and really take a good listen, and once you do, your mind will be blown away. Not only were they incredible musicians, they were all around amazing people, as well.

Hey, I'll be honest, I don't care what anyone else says, Never Shout Never is a great musician who still writes 100% of his music, and he deserves all of his success, even if he is a whiny little bitch. I don't mind listening to something bright and positive every once in awhile.

I say fuck meet and greets because they aren't personal and they make the band seem like a product, but I truly appreciate that the Maine made an effort to please every single one of their fans on their headlining tour this year.

a message to the unknown.

I woke up crying because of you. I came home crying because of you. I drove home crying because of You. I called home crying because of YOU. I stood outside crying because of YOU.

If you/You/YOU knew, how would that make you/You/YOU feel? Wrong/sympathetic/sorry?

No.

you still are everything to me, and I don't know why. I cling to you like a child to his mother's breast; defend you to the ends of the world, and for what? For them. The thread that holds me on is so thin, and I have to wonder when it will dare break. What will I become? I am nothing to you, yet you are everything to me, and you will never realize it. What would I be without you? I sleep, only to dream of you.

But You. You, too, have been my everything, but for the shortest amount of time. Still, that doesn't even make a difference because You have given that love back without even trying. Even though my heart aches without You here, I know I won't drive myself into nothing because You are not insincere. You understand and just do what You do. Thank You for everything.

And YOU... Don't even get me started. YOU want to know the truth? I think YOU're an asshole. What YOU did was wrong. So unbelievably wrong. How stubborn can YOU be? To push aside YOUr best friends and destroy something so beautiful? YOU were almost like a brother to me once, but suddenly, I couldn't even speak to YOU. It's like YOU've separated a family, and it tears me apart so much. I hope one day YOU realize what's become of YOU... and everything YOU surrounded. Because I love YOU. I loved what YOU created; what YOU were apart, and now it's nothing. I am nothing.

"You are to me
As I am to you.
We are we."






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I believe I have a found a use for this blog!

I think I want to use this blog to continue writing about music, but in a different sense. I think I might include album or song reviews, and perhaps express my thoughts and opinions on what's going in the music industry.

The end.

After reading that article on AP inspired by the Alex Gaskarth stalking incident, I realized that by doing a lot of the things I do, particularly this blog, I am becoming apart of the corruption and creepiness of the music industry that I never wanted to be apart of. Certainly, it's nice tracking all of these memories, but I've finally realized that there are times when I've gone too far. That being said, I'm no longer writing about my shows EVER, I'm no longer going to go stalker crazy when I just happen to be at shows (at least I'll try not to...), and I'm going to try to enjoy the live music as much as I can without worrying about whether or not I'm going to be able to find Christofer Drew afterward. Ha.

I'll find another use for this blog... I'm just not sure what yet...