Guess who forgot to end that last post with a quote, like he said he would about 3 minutes ago.

"OOH Yes it is!"
-Rody Walker

And you know what?

You people, if you don't follow my blog, are gonna want to leave comments. So I know someone's out there. Reading this.

DAMMIT!

I forgot to end that one with a quote.

"Don't even worry about it."

ALSO!

In the blogging style of Will Martin, I shall henceforth end each blog post with a quote of great significance.

I'd just like to throw something out there.

One of my friends got me the Coheed and Cambria cover of "Your Love" by the Outfield. This is quite a feat. I almost cried upon hearing it, because I'm the greatest Coheed fan on the planet. I would give up my prostate for Coheed and Cambria. My friend heightened my Coheed experience. They're pretty ballin' as far as I'm concerned.
Also, she threw "Run Like Hell" in there. Fantasmal song. Yeah.

"Do you want to see the galaxy?"

Protest the Hero

I'd like to clear up two major issues:
1. Protest the Hero is really music.
2. Protest the Hero is really good music.

If you disagree with me, you're wrong.

I didn't say I was powerful, I said I was a wizard.

Whilst listening to Chiodos on this freezing evening, I pondered the day's events, and recalled something I had read in Rolling Stone that afternoon. It was the "'06 yearbook" edition, and there was a tiny column labeled "Who hates emo the most?" I immediately looked closer, annoyed by the term "emo". Define "emo", you tools. You can't. Emo doesn't exist. The term is annoying. I listen to quite a lot of music which most people would define as "emo", and you know what it does? It kicks ass. But I digress. The previously mentioned article included testimonials from certain bands with their opinions on the whole "emo" thing. One word caught my eye: DISTURBED. Many know Disturbed as hands down the most obnoxious band on the planet. Now, I can respect your musical taste no matter what, with two exceptions. You can listen to exclusively Justin Timberlake, and I'll say, oh, that's cool. You can listen to Rihanna or Soulja Boy or Akon and only those artists. And you know what? I'd be okay with that. I would respect your musical taste. By now you're thinking, "But, David, you've listed all those awful artists, what could possibly be your two exceptions?"
Here they are. I cannot and will not respect your musical taste if you listen to Tokio Hotel...or Disturbed. It's almost unfathomable to me how a normal human being can listen to Disturbed and not have a brain hemorrhage. They're so god awful words cannot describe the pain they cause my ears.

Enough said. Disturbed is awful. I've never envied the deaf more then when I listen to the opening line of "Into the Fire". This line speaks volumes about the band's creative integrity, thought-provoking songwriting, and social awareness. The line, of course, is "AH, AH, AH."

Deep. This is the man, who, in Rolling Stone Magazine, said that emos are a "disgrace to rock and roll".

Sir, you're a disgrace to rock and roll. Please stop making music, for the sake of the planet earth.

The amount of posts I'm making in so little time is ridiculous.

Right now I'm listening to Goddess Bound, by Protest the Hero. And I realize how much I miss a very awesome person. His name is Will. Will Martin. He has a blog @ IwonderWhatwillsUpto.blogspot.com, which you should probably read, but this isn't an advertisement. It's a serious thing. I met Will when I was in 7th grade at quite possibly the greatest school in the world, BFCCPS. The first thing I heard when I reached the top floor wearing undoubtedly a t-shirt with some fart joke on it, and with my favorite Pink Floyd hat stowed into my backpack, the very first thing I heard was: "I went and saw SNAKES ON A PLANE over the summer. THAT'S what I did." I felt comforted. I felt awesome'd. The quote was later credited to my friend Timmers.



Later that day, on my way to Recess, I saw Tim shouting at me with some random fat dude, also shouting at me. The fat dude's name was Will. I started talking to the two, I was in a musical with both of them, experienced the wonder of something called Tenacious D with them, and stumbled my way through central district chorus with them. And Will was always right there, being awesome, giving me lady advice, and one day, moving to Africa.



Yes, Africa.



Moving there.



I found out about this terrible, terrible thing at a play rehearsal for Oklahoma. Mrs. Babineau, Will, and I were speaking in praise of Will's powerful mane, when Will said "I might have to cut it off for Africa." I was pumped. I asked him if he was taking a vacation/safari there. He said no. Will was moving to another continent, almost before I had really gotten to know him. He said, "Don't worry about it man, it's gonna be in a year." I calmed myself, thinking a year is enough.



His departure came too quickly for all of us. In the summer after 7th grade, Will moved to Quebec to learn French. We threw a going away party for him. I wrote a song and cried. Will still visited America once in awhile, which was pretty ballin'.



About a year after that, in summer, Will came back to America for the final time. We spent our last hours together in North America watching Lord of the Rings and playing fortress. We discussed the possibilities of Will staying here in America. There weren't any. Will left for Africa, and I haven't seen him since. I miss him. A lot.



"How about the power to kill a yak from 200 yards away...with MIND BULLETS?!? That's telekineses, Kyle. How about the power...to move you?"

Therefore I Am/The keyboard solo in "Limb from Limb".

Wow, this is weird. I'm kind of getting used to the blogging thing, so I apologize for three posts in a day. But, you know what band is also awesome, local, and awesome? Therefore I Am. Check them out.


And the synth solo in "Limb from Limb" by Protest the Hero is arguably the most ballin' thing ever.

Protest the Hero.

This is becoming an issue, so I just have to clear it up. Protest the Hero stomps. Any band who claims to be better pales and poops their pants in comparison.

Coheed.

This long overdue post concerns what is possibly the greatest band to ever exist, named Coheed and Cambria. Regardless of how many people read this, my job here is done if just one person does. Without Coheed, life itself would not exist. Claudio Sanchez's explosive vocals will asplode your brain out of the back of your head, and his hair can kill a rhinocerous somehow. I'm not sure if that's even how you spell rhinocerous, but however you spell it, Claudio's hair can kill it. Guess what I'm listening to right now... Coheed and Cambria. Yeah. The acoustic demo of Welcome Home. And my mom's home. Right now. So I'll be right back. It's cold outside. And the acoustic demo of Welcome Home just blew my mind. Here I've provided a chart which clearly proves my point:

See that red line? Yeah. Moving on to the acoustic demo of A Favor House Atlantic, I realize that Claudio's voice and recording talent are fantastic. Even outside of Claudio, all the other band members are fantastic. Travis Stevers' guitar solo at the end of the Light & the Glass blew 40 of my minds, and the altered lyrics on "A Favor House Atlantic" blew them again. This blog is starting to sound really sexual. I'm going outside. I have a life.

Hey, it's a blog.

How miraculous it would be if anyone read it. If people don't, whatever, I'll take it down. This is my first post, an experiment of sorts, and uh, yeah, my name's David, I go to a fancy arts school in Natick where they teach me to act and sing and such, as it turns out I'm the only person in my school who listens to Protest the Hero, and other bands I love are Coheed and Cambria (or pretty much anything else coming from Claudio Sanchez), Metallica, Pink Floyd, Rush, Primus, Therefore I Am, Dream Theater, and uh...Iron Maiden. They rule.

I'd bet money nobody's reading this. But, whatever. Here we go.