Chris.Cullari
01/26/09, 07:02 PM
Dear AP.netters,
I lurk like a madman on here and don't really post 'cause I never have anything snarky or bitchy enough to contribute to the general fray. That said, I've noticed the significant increase in posts and blogs regarding the death of the scene and wanted to post this to inspire a little faith.
Waaaay back in 2004-2005, when men still wore loincloths and The Maine were masturbating into paper towels instead of middle schoolers, I was finishing high school in a small town that had no scene. "The Blue Album" and "Something To Write Home About" had already changed my life, Thursday, Brand New and Straylight Run demos escorted me to school in the morning, and my friends and I dreamed about growing up going to shows on Long Island. Or at least growing up close enough to Long Island to get to shows there. We hadn't heard good things about the actual place.
Anyway, all we had was a ska band that played covers sometimes and a post-grunge group that actually wore flannel on a daily basis and we thought that sucked. A couple of us had played instruments before and this one girl was actually pretty good at piano so we found a basement and started jamming. We played shows, recorded and broke up--just like 99% of the bands that make up the scene, your scene, any scene.
We played exclusively basement shows, never wore neon, and one time I cut my forehead with a drumstick and bled like a motherfucker. Were we cheesy and poppy? Yeah. Produced well? Ask Dan Hunter. Did we crank everything to 11 so our friends could have fun and jump around and sing along until we all were sweaty and could barely speak or hear? All the time. Was that what was important? We thought so.
So, enjoy. Or don't. This is just a reminder that fun, real music is out there, and that if you can't find it, you can always make it yourself. Remember, the big guys are the heroes, but you are the scene.
Dear Victory
"Let It Begin"
RIYL: Something Corporate, Midtown, high school, The Ataris, your mom's house, pogo-ing, Vanessa Carlton (?!), ice cream cake.
http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=aed94350b0672f25391d7d881 749d3a7e04e75f6e8ebb871
I lurk like a madman on here and don't really post 'cause I never have anything snarky or bitchy enough to contribute to the general fray. That said, I've noticed the significant increase in posts and blogs regarding the death of the scene and wanted to post this to inspire a little faith.
Waaaay back in 2004-2005, when men still wore loincloths and The Maine were masturbating into paper towels instead of middle schoolers, I was finishing high school in a small town that had no scene. "The Blue Album" and "Something To Write Home About" had already changed my life, Thursday, Brand New and Straylight Run demos escorted me to school in the morning, and my friends and I dreamed about growing up going to shows on Long Island. Or at least growing up close enough to Long Island to get to shows there. We hadn't heard good things about the actual place.
Anyway, all we had was a ska band that played covers sometimes and a post-grunge group that actually wore flannel on a daily basis and we thought that sucked. A couple of us had played instruments before and this one girl was actually pretty good at piano so we found a basement and started jamming. We played shows, recorded and broke up--just like 99% of the bands that make up the scene, your scene, any scene.
We played exclusively basement shows, never wore neon, and one time I cut my forehead with a drumstick and bled like a motherfucker. Were we cheesy and poppy? Yeah. Produced well? Ask Dan Hunter. Did we crank everything to 11 so our friends could have fun and jump around and sing along until we all were sweaty and could barely speak or hear? All the time. Was that what was important? We thought so.
So, enjoy. Or don't. This is just a reminder that fun, real music is out there, and that if you can't find it, you can always make it yourself. Remember, the big guys are the heroes, but you are the scene.
Dear Victory
"Let It Begin"
RIYL: Something Corporate, Midtown, high school, The Ataris, your mom's house, pogo-ing, Vanessa Carlton (?!), ice cream cake.
http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=aed94350b0672f25391d7d881 749d3a7e04e75f6e8ebb871