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| blog for the sake of blogs. nothing really to mention. shitload of new xbox games this month. fable 2 which is fantastic so far. i'm tackling fallout 3 next which looked incredible. also, missiles should be starting to play shows locally soon, which'll be really really fun. we're in the middle of writing our new album (even though we never recorded our old one) and its sounding really fantastic. think btbam, protest the hero, and prince having a lovechild together. yeah. that's us. :o
listen to us and our shitty songs that we have up (we dont play these anymore and they dont sound like us really :/) www.myspace.com/missilesmissilesmissiles
thanks. what's everyone (yes, the one person who reads this maybe?) up to? | | |
| Break The Knees: Acousticore! (A Short Story)Missiles, Missiles, Missiles engaged in a clean run through of two of our more well-known songs yesterday at the Phoenix Coffeehouse Open Mic night. Being the 6th ones on the list, we had to wait an hour in the blistering mundanity and frightful fall cold, whilst the hippie-infested block took a toll on all of our psyches. However, we eventually gave in, and began to sing to our friends and serenade the night with acoustic ballads of none other than Claudio Sanchez himself. This was accompanied by horrifying harmonies, the feigned intricate bass work of Christopher Becker, as well as the djembe stylings of Josh Taylor and Scott Whatshisname.
All throughout the wait, I fretted the fact that the Presidential Debate was continuing without my loving eyes fixated on it, and I would not be able to see who would excrete on who: Barack Obama on John McCain, or vices that are the versas. However, I was fortunate enough to have my newly attained Ibanez S470 with me, so I funked out to mine ears only, as the glorious rhythms, syncopations, and arpeggios were not loud enough without any sort of amplification device. This got me through the night as my brethren sang into the stars with the hippie-folk.
But all of a sudden, the doors of the Phoenix burst open with Mx3 bassist TJ's glorious news that we were the next act on! We gathered our instruments, plugged into the very unhippie-like Bose soundsystem, and commenced the face-melting.
Whilst other acts seemed to get a smattering of applause after their performances had been talked through and seemed done, a beautiful silence fell over the house once we began to play. After two very quiet renditions (due to the sound system we were not used to) of "Hannah Banana Face, Gimme Summa Dat Fudge" and "Break The Knees Of The Sacred," the cheers and applause could be heard for hours, and echoed into the halls of eternity. We shook hands, thanked our listeners, patted backs, slapped five fingers at high altitudes, and began to mop up the faces of those that underwent the melting. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience and recommend our future listeners to buy new, steel countenance receptacles.
After our festivities, we quickly flew from the hippie roost, and began our journey homeward. On the way to dropping Dominique, Sabrina, and Jennifer off at one of their homesteads, Jen had the nerve to question my knowledge of the infrastructure of the city I have lived in my entire life. At once I began to rebuke her, and I drove off into the unknown, while letting the sweet, sweet sounds of Edison Glass serenade my eardrum, and all was seemingly right with the world for one moment.
-Bryan Becker of Missiles, Missiles, Missiles, Wednesday, October 8, 2008
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| Missiles, Missiles, and some more Missilesyes. that's right. the Missiles, Missiles, Missiles (Otherwise known as Mx3) show was yesterday. in my basement. we played about an hour set for 23 or so people and they loved it. it was a whole lot of fun, and we had so much energy. it seems to be a good omen for things to come, especially now that we know someone who can get us shows at the phantasy. i'm also starting to record us as something for my application to columbia to try to get a big scholarship :D
well, anyway, i'm REALLY excited now, and i have nothing to do with all that excitement. but senior pictures are today. hopefully some minor recording also. sl;akdghlsdalgsda i'm so pumped and no one even knows :D
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| two more days of rock camp. i'm not so sure i can take it ahah. as long as my band can play "Smells Like Teen Spirit" somewhat decently, I'll be happy. everything is just so like.. spontaneous. we tried planning everything out, but that never really went into effect ahah. oh well. it'll be over soon and i'll get paid and hopefully the kids walk away with a good experience. that's what i really want. i would hate for any of them to come to this and not learn at least one or two things from it, or not enjoy themselves.
sometimes, i really just wish i had her back. i haven't met a girl, or really almost anyone, that i've connected with that well. and i try not to think about it, and a lot of times i'll succeed, but my mind keeps drifting back to her. and i just need someone, who's just totally chill, to come and take my mind off of things.
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| what the fuck. today was so intense and such a mind-fuck.
started the academy for rockstars camp. it's going to be so... intense the next couple of days. especially working with Cody, who has a learning disability, and on top of that he has never played a guitar before. I really don't think I can deal with that. It's near impossible to teach him. Oh well, life goes on.
and I should never choose a girl over one of my friends again. it just felt so shitty tonight, and i got nothing out of it really. I would've been way happier hanging out with Dom and everyone else, than just hanging out with her. and I can shake off the fact that me and her aren't really going anywhere, but I can't shake off just totally ditching a friend for no good reason. That feels like shit. I'm sorry man, I'm not doing that again.
and I don't even know what we're going to do tomorrow. so much pressure :/ | | |
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