Well it's been a couple of weeks since I've written in this thing. Hmm let's see what has happened....
My soon to be apartment I used to live in was broken into. Someone who I thought was my friend just stabbed me in the back horribly for no reason at all and attempted to steal all of my gear, and some of my roomates things as well. Couple weeks ago I had just gotten back home from the movies and noticed that my amps and guitars weren't in the living room. I thought maybe my roomate had moved them up into my room because earlier that day she had mentioned that she wanted to move them out of the living room. I went upstairs to see if my stuff was there, but it wasn't. So I went back downstairs and basically started panicking. I looked around the house some and then called my other roomate, whom apparently had been asleep upstairs. She came downstairs and then we find that the cable modem, my router, her dvd player, and the cable box is gone. The tv cable and ethernet cable we also cut and pulled out of the wall. So we pretty much sit there for a couple of minutes in shock, and then I see that the front door was unlocked. I open it and I find 3 keyboards (two were mine), a bag with the cable modem, router, and a bunch of wires and cables, and my roomate's duffle bag that had supplies from when she was in cosmotology school. I sit there and basically just ask "What the fuck...". Only seconds later my "friend", whom I also was recording music with, walks up to the door out of nowhere and asks, "What is going on here?". I look at him and say, "Our house just got broken into. You tell us what the fuck is going on Angelo." So he starts yelling to call 911 and as he is walking away he yells, "If you're going to come and kill me then come kill me." We don't know if he was actually talking to someone or not, but I think he wasn't talking to anyone because I already knew he wasn't all there. He told me once that he was able to talk to God and that he used to heal people with God's power. So we end up calling the police and all and they arrive. The entire time I just want to die because I didn't have my guitars or amps anymore. I was thinking to myself, this is the second time everything has been taken away from me, and I seriously thought maybe God didn't want me to play guitar anymore. About 45 minutes after the police came, an officer found some "items" outside next to the canal in front of the apartment. So we went out there to see if it was ours and sure enough, there were my amps and guitars along with my bike, my video camera, my super nintendo, our cable box, our dvd player, and a bunch of movies. I can't even explain how relieved I was that my guitars were there, but even still we were all just asking ourselves why the hell someone would take all of this out of a house and set it just a few feet in front of the house. So we took everything back into the house and pretty much already knew who it was, the crazy guy who was appeared at our door, Angelo. The police ended up finding him a few minutes later with cables in his pockets, and a neighbor had reported that he knocked on their door asking to store some electronics in their house because he was kicked out of his friends house. Yeah he's just a wee bit on the crazy side, but I've known him for a few months and he seriously used to be normal. I have no idea what happened or why he just decided to steal most of my things. I have never felt so betrayed in my life. I used to help this guy out all the time when he needed something and then all of a sudden this happened. He officially reached psycho status when he called me 13 times the night I got home from Lamb of God/Slayer last Wednesday. I didn't pick up any of the calls. So I'm just a little bit paranoid nowadays.
On a another note, I am moving back into my moms. The accident kind of left me broke and so I need to save up some money to be able to live on my own again. I hate sharing a room, which is why I always slept on the couch at the apartment, but shit has to be done sometimes.
My band has it's first show coming up this Friday. This is the band's first real BIG step, even if it's just in some random bar. I think we've been working on our set for months now, and the songs are just now starting to sound solid. I remember when I first started I wanted to quit so bad because it seemed like there was nothing there. Now I look forward to going to band practice and get pissed of we can't play haha. I suggested that we push really hard to cut a demo a few weeks after the show. Hopefully it will all work out.
The Unholy Alliance Tour at the HP Pavillion in San Jose. Yes I went last Wednesday with my friend and it was pretty awesome. Actually the only bands that I enjoyed were Slayer and Lamb of God. We completely missed the first band, whom I don't even remember the name of. Children of Bodom was alright, though I was never really into them. My friend and I were actually falling asleep during Mastadon. Sorry to anyone who likes these guys, but they have a very monotonous sound to them. They aren't bad musicians at all. My friend predicts they will become better song writers as time passes. Lamb of God pwned. Slayer...well their name speaks for itself. Although I thought it was interesting that there was a bigger mosh during Lamb of God than Slayer. Suprising actually because Slayer fans are usually insane. Then again, Lamb of God used to get audiences to do the Wall of Death.
I think that's about all that has happened that is interesting. I should comment more often on people's blogs. Until next time, see you all in hell.
:-)
My soon to be apartment I used to live in was broken into. Someone who I thought was my friend just stabbed me in the back horribly for no reason at all and attempted to steal all of my gear, and some of my roomates things as well. Couple weeks ago I had just gotten back home from the movies and noticed that my amps and guitars weren't in the living room. I thought maybe my roomate had moved them up into my room because earlier that day she had mentioned that she wanted to move them out of the living room. I went upstairs to see if my stuff was there, but it wasn't. So I went back downstairs and basically started panicking. I looked around the house some and then called my other roomate, whom apparently had been asleep upstairs. She came downstairs and then we find that the cable modem, my router, her dvd player, and the cable box is gone. The tv cable and ethernet cable we also cut and pulled out of the wall. So we pretty much sit there for a couple of minutes in shock, and then I see that the front door was unlocked. I open it and I find 3 keyboards (two were mine), a bag with the cable modem, router, and a bunch of wires and cables, and my roomate's duffle bag that had supplies from when she was in cosmotology school. I sit there and basically just ask "What the fuck...". Only seconds later my "friend", whom I also was recording music with, walks up to the door out of nowhere and asks, "What is going on here?". I look at him and say, "Our house just got broken into. You tell us what the fuck is going on Angelo." So he starts yelling to call 911 and as he is walking away he yells, "If you're going to come and kill me then come kill me." We don't know if he was actually talking to someone or not, but I think he wasn't talking to anyone because I already knew he wasn't all there. He told me once that he was able to talk to God and that he used to heal people with God's power. So we end up calling the police and all and they arrive. The entire time I just want to die because I didn't have my guitars or amps anymore. I was thinking to myself, this is the second time everything has been taken away from me, and I seriously thought maybe God didn't want me to play guitar anymore. About 45 minutes after the police came, an officer found some "items" outside next to the canal in front of the apartment. So we went out there to see if it was ours and sure enough, there were my amps and guitars along with my bike, my video camera, my super nintendo, our cable box, our dvd player, and a bunch of movies. I can't even explain how relieved I was that my guitars were there, but even still we were all just asking ourselves why the hell someone would take all of this out of a house and set it just a few feet in front of the house. So we took everything back into the house and pretty much already knew who it was, the crazy guy who was appeared at our door, Angelo. The police ended up finding him a few minutes later with cables in his pockets, and a neighbor had reported that he knocked on their door asking to store some electronics in their house because he was kicked out of his friends house. Yeah he's just a wee bit on the crazy side, but I've known him for a few months and he seriously used to be normal. I have no idea what happened or why he just decided to steal most of my things. I have never felt so betrayed in my life. I used to help this guy out all the time when he needed something and then all of a sudden this happened. He officially reached psycho status when he called me 13 times the night I got home from Lamb of God/Slayer last Wednesday. I didn't pick up any of the calls. So I'm just a little bit paranoid nowadays.
On a another note, I am moving back into my moms. The accident kind of left me broke and so I need to save up some money to be able to live on my own again. I hate sharing a room, which is why I always slept on the couch at the apartment, but shit has to be done sometimes.
My band has it's first show coming up this Friday. This is the band's first real BIG step, even if it's just in some random bar. I think we've been working on our set for months now, and the songs are just now starting to sound solid. I remember when I first started I wanted to quit so bad because it seemed like there was nothing there. Now I look forward to going to band practice and get pissed of we can't play haha. I suggested that we push really hard to cut a demo a few weeks after the show. Hopefully it will all work out.
The Unholy Alliance Tour at the HP Pavillion in San Jose. Yes I went last Wednesday with my friend and it was pretty awesome. Actually the only bands that I enjoyed were Slayer and Lamb of God. We completely missed the first band, whom I don't even remember the name of. Children of Bodom was alright, though I was never really into them. My friend and I were actually falling asleep during Mastadon. Sorry to anyone who likes these guys, but they have a very monotonous sound to them. They aren't bad musicians at all. My friend predicts they will become better song writers as time passes. Lamb of God pwned. Slayer...well their name speaks for itself. Although I thought it was interesting that there was a bigger mosh during Lamb of God than Slayer. Suprising actually because Slayer fans are usually insane. Then again, Lamb of God used to get audiences to do the Wall of Death.
I think that's about all that has happened that is interesting. I should comment more often on people's blogs. Until next time, see you all in hell.
:-)
raziel666:
I am thrilled you got you"babies" back-don't know where I would be without them.Sorry to hear about that "flake"-I think we all have had that person before.Lamb of God is good-they play here about every three moths-I had to take a breaak from them was listen to much of their muisc.They dont have real moshpits,they thnik they do,but it is more of just bumping into each other like at the ssstore.I wish your band all the luck-keep at it,it is worth it.
mellylou:
Lucky you got the gear back cos if you didn't, your guitar wouldn't be healing me 