it all started when i was a meer lad. i had a dream. and that dream was to one day have a cd full of my music. in the summer following my tenth grade year i got a bass for my birthday, the following may i began taking lessons. to date i've played in four bands. some good some bad one awesome one awful, with the addition of a five string bass to my musical arsenal i became a more skilled and diverse player. it wasnt long until i started school at a very special place known as USC (for those of you who dont know thats The University of South Cameron) and for all ya dummys "i go to HACC" while attending HACC i met a lyricist. him, in all his emo splendor, and i decided then and there to begin a band; on our terms. we began the search for a drummer and a guitarist. it was around this time i also discovered, thanx to my lyricist, hardcore. bringing my musical stylings to the pinnacle of broad range. we soon found a drummer. an a.d.d. influenced mess who could only play well when he didnt have a girlfriend. what sucked for us was he was afraid to be alone. after many failed guitarists we finally struck paydirt with that oi infused street punk we all know and love. 12 packets of sugar per cup of coffee, and putting jelly on his french fries, he rounded out the mix. after so many practices and so many trips to denny's we were ready for our show. and we tore it up for all 22 people in attendance. to get to today, with the addition of tonya's dazierock guitar, and her acoustic into my musical weaponry. i began a crusade to do it all by myself for myself. me along with my four track. when my four track quit working, i all but gave up on the dream, that is, until recently, when a series of events has lead me to believe that now is the time. first, in my search for a drummer, one that has turned up many dead ends, i have learned that my neighbor's brother will be moving in with them for a week. him, and his drum set. two, he has recording capabilities. bonerus. finally, my aunt marianne has given me a circa nineteen 72 classical acoustic guitar. extra wide neck, nylon strings, feels great. it's neck is the size of a bass but with six strings, it just feels so natural to me. all things are in place for some serious recording. or at least some mild recording. all i need is the simplist of things. i need diag, if he doesnt mind, to give me the lyrics to "ligature" and "leaving without goodbye" in other, non short story format, news. the wedding is only seven weeks away, the baby is only six months away, and life is good. i won twenty bucks playing poker, i took out every other player in the game, also played some football, basketball, and shot bow and arrow inside into my cousin's door. and at my other cousins car. boys will be boys. welp i gotta go i need to go get spiderman 2 and watch it and get wednesday 13 out of tonya's car.