Rohan Kohli
10/02/05, 10:12 PM
Letter Kills (http://www.letterkills.com) has posted an update on their website regarding an October 8th show in California. The band has been busy writing and demoing new materal; I have included a blog entry from late August which talks a little bit about the band having to scrap six months worth of material due to label issues.
anyone that lives in california, or is willing to drive to california! theres a mandatory attendance to the storm stadium in lake elsinore on october 8th, for a great day of festivities including but not limited to... -freaking super "sic" 909 broto mayhem dirtbikers riding around with there shirts off. -totally gnarley off the hook booths selling all kinds of "dank" product. -uhhh food. -and last but not least .......LETTER KILLS and their not so lame/sweet and sweaty!! ARE YOU WITH ME?!!! thats right! now go pack your bags and bring your steal toes so we can beat up the yellowcard fans!
hey there,, so i am going to give this journal thing a shot-apparently it was down for a while so we'll see! SO. to update you all.... we have been writing for six months now, and because we are musicians, we got caught up with writing songs not realizing that we were going in a different direction with our sound. its all fine and dandy, until we go meet with our record company execs. and then we realized that we had to scrap six mos of work and start over. this is no fun, because its hot in temec, and we've run out of dollars and sense. so here we are trying to reconnect with our sound, and trying to cope with the horse manure on the music television stations. you can put nice hairdos and expensive jeans on horse manure, but it still stinks. that said, however, we are humbled, as we sit uninspired, tossing horseshoes in the dirt at paul's house everyday. days like this, i cant help thinking it would be awesome if we were to rise again like a great multi-headed sea serpent coming out of the sea, electrifying the midnight sky, spitting fire in the night upon the all the foes in our way-man or beast. i wish for my guitar to shoot flames with every chord struck, and devour the whoremongers of music, and the harbingers of such hellacious mediocrity. one wise heavily dreadlocked figurehead of metal once said, "i dont need anyone to tell me how to rock." right on brother, right on. if you'll excuse me now, i've got to go convince my bandmates i am NOT crazy, just hungry like a WOLF.......
anyone that lives in california, or is willing to drive to california! theres a mandatory attendance to the storm stadium in lake elsinore on october 8th, for a great day of festivities including but not limited to... -freaking super "sic" 909 broto mayhem dirtbikers riding around with there shirts off. -totally gnarley off the hook booths selling all kinds of "dank" product. -uhhh food. -and last but not least .......LETTER KILLS and their not so lame/sweet and sweaty!! ARE YOU WITH ME?!!! thats right! now go pack your bags and bring your steal toes so we can beat up the yellowcard fans!
hey there,, so i am going to give this journal thing a shot-apparently it was down for a while so we'll see! SO. to update you all.... we have been writing for six months now, and because we are musicians, we got caught up with writing songs not realizing that we were going in a different direction with our sound. its all fine and dandy, until we go meet with our record company execs. and then we realized that we had to scrap six mos of work and start over. this is no fun, because its hot in temec, and we've run out of dollars and sense. so here we are trying to reconnect with our sound, and trying to cope with the horse manure on the music television stations. you can put nice hairdos and expensive jeans on horse manure, but it still stinks. that said, however, we are humbled, as we sit uninspired, tossing horseshoes in the dirt at paul's house everyday. days like this, i cant help thinking it would be awesome if we were to rise again like a great multi-headed sea serpent coming out of the sea, electrifying the midnight sky, spitting fire in the night upon the all the foes in our way-man or beast. i wish for my guitar to shoot flames with every chord struck, and devour the whoremongers of music, and the harbingers of such hellacious mediocrity. one wise heavily dreadlocked figurehead of metal once said, "i dont need anyone to tell me how to rock." right on brother, right on. if you'll excuse me now, i've got to go convince my bandmates i am NOT crazy, just hungry like a WOLF.......