Comment to someone who got kicked out of a band. Figured I'd save it.

*she's also EMO, and proudly proclaims it. Pretty poo.


Maybe you joined the band with the wrong intentions ,

OR

maybe you didn't understand the goals the band wanted to achieve.

Being a guitarist IN A BAND, requires constant practice. The practice and learning never ends. Whenever you achieve something (guitar-wise) , the next thing is to PERFECT it. You can't be sloppy onstage, live, in front of an audience. If you are, people aren't going to talk about how chun you are, or how cool you are. They're going to focus on your mistakes. Your friends might do otherwise, only because they're your friends. Your bandmates will tell you the truth though. If you can't live up to their standards, then the only thing to do, is get out of the band. Gracefully. It happens all the time. You don't have to rant about it.

think about what you've done/achieved, and don't lie to yourself. Think well, and grow as a guitarist.

Cheers,

Warren


EDIT : corrected an R :P

It's Raining

....its pouring , the old man is snoring, he went to bed, and didn't get head, and won't get wood in the morning.

Or so it goes. Slow day. I should sleep in a bit. Tempting, but wahey.

Small video up on myspace.

dead tired. gah gah gah




hey green eyes - i think you're hot.

1 : Post Exodus

Moved on. A while ago, really. I just wasn't arsed enough to blog about it. Anyways , the time has come to start a new chapter. Some things haven't changed at all - I still hate Moscow- and some things have - I shred , or try to .

Laziness is an evil. I am lazy. Therefore, according to that premise , I am evil. Maybe.

I suppose it's obvious I'm struggling for something to write about. I am. So without further ado, I'll stop writing. It's 530 am, I'm going to work on shredding, and hopefully some work too. Oh yeah, there's usually something hidden in my posts. Spot it.






Green eyes, you are a my strength, you are my joy, you are my grief, you are my lust. You are everything.