To Recap:

So friday night myself and Adam saw Before the Storm play two shows (myspace.com/beforestorm)

I was pleasantly surprised.

See, a few weeks ago, I looked up the stuff and thought "This is good, but it's sort of standard, not too set apart from the usual metal" 

But I was mistaken. It was good, pretty damned good. Those guys are all great instrumentalists.

So we saw them at X wheels, which was cool, I stood in front and waved my crutches.

Afterwards, we found out about their second show, and got a ride there, out in West Seneca.

When we got there, some awful band was playing, called: My Penis, and it was made up of late thirties, early forties dudes, and it was BAD. 

The whole time they're playing, some random woman is like, just messing around on stage, well, she was the wife of the drummer, who was...interesting (read:batshit crazy)

It was a birthday party, and after a while, the drummer and singer switch places, and the drummer just starts ranting about how much he hates everything.

And then they brought out a cooked pigs head.

Yup.

And it was real, stuff fell out of it, and at one point, he grabbed a lump of something from the back, and ate it.

and they stuck a dildo down birthday-boys pants.

The second band, equally awful, but at least they weren't as crazy, and myself, Adam, Alex (bass), Mike (Guitar) and Louis (Guitar) had some fun fucking about.

Before the Storm was good, but the rest of it was just so fucking crazy.

Yesterday, I snapped a bass string, which was depressing, cause we went and got more, but there were no more blue ones, so now I have black, but when I went to put on the new one, I cut it too shirt, so now I have to get NEW NEW ones.

Damn it.

I got a haircut.

And now people can finally see my ears. 

Coolio. I'll put up a picture soon enough.

So...yeah.

So for Hanukkah I'm hopefully getting the repairs I need on my drum set, but i now almost regret the decision, there's a lot of music related stuff I need, so I don't know if its my best decision.

There's some robo-shit happening on Dancing With The Stars. My mom told me to turn to it and see, which I feel in my gut was a bad Idea.

Adam, If you're reading this, or anybody really, look up the song "Xavia" by The Submarines.

Not so sure, but there's something about it that is very entrancing. 

Fatboy Slim is beastly. I'm just gonna go ahead and throw that out there.

I'm getting pretty sick and tired of attempting to navigate throughout the school with the freaking crutches. 

I think Isabella needs to see that image. Thank you Photobucket.

Really though, they gargle lamprey testes.

The building is really old, so it has separate elevators for basement-1st floor, and 1st-3rd floors.

And they are on opposite sides of the building, and most of my classes are in the basement, except for my last period on the 3rd floor.

The wheelchair is the worst though. At first glance, everyone is all "WHEELCHAIR FTW"

No. no FTW. FTL. 

Unless of course this was my wheelchair...

Cause uh...wow. Hot damn.

But sadly, mine is not. 

It seems like fun, until you cant get out. When you're messing around in one, at any point, you can just get up and leave it behind, with no worries.

When you're stuck in one, you're completely helpless, at the mercy of the person pushing you, which isn't really a great sort of feeling.

I dunno.

I think a lot of Indie Music is lacking the technical skill that I really crave in my music, it's almost too simple. Some Indie bands are great, with a really well done blend of simplicity and skill, but others just bore me.

I like my music with a lot of technical crazy. The more key changes the better. BRING THEM THE FUCK ON.

No, please don't. I can't take the pressure. Oh no, they wont stop, help. Help. 

Okay, that faded out faster then I thought.

Until next time, goodnight to all my hoozits in the hizhouse.

I'll leave with a quote.

"I'm not yet dead."

-Senator Daniel Webster, approximately thirty-seven seconds before being discovered dead of a stroke.

That's actually true.

Blogging is weird.

We just write whatever we feel like and put it up for all to see.

I think a lot of people write certain things just to appear weird.

or edgy which is much, much worse.

I'm not big on editing these kinds of things. I don;t really care about the colors or shit. People spend way too much time on that stuff, only to end up lacking substance.

I don't think I have a ton of substance either, but at least you can tell at first glance.

I'm only about half here, half...somewhere.

I feel unusual. 

I'm zoned out. 

LONG DAY.

Watched this thing yesterday about a dude whose intestines were exposed.

He was shot four times in the abdomen, and they had to remove his stomach muscles, leaving his intestines to fall out. You could see them through his skin, it was crazy, he had a girdle to keep them in, and when he took it off, they just FELL OUT.

ROFL. No, more like OMG,ITU. (oh my god, I throw up.)

I'm like a freaking ninja.

Except the crutches make me really loud when I walk, so my ability to sneak has been...PWNED.

I'm going in!

It's on bitches! 

I'm gonna ramble like a madman. 

Watch me...

So Yom Kippur just ended. Thankfully.

For you non-jews, Yom Kippur is the "Day of atonement".

You don't eat for like, 26 hours, and then you spend most of the day in Synagogue, praying for forgiveness from sins, and that you should have a good year.

So I just finished my post-fast meal, I'm settled at home, and I'm doing dandy.

So Adam (the Guitarist for the aforementioned Dirty Sally) and myself are going to have a jam this weekend with a friend of ours named Roy, who is a drummer. A really good one. Look up Blind Hysteria on myspace, they are good and he is great.

So I'm hoping this pans out somehow. We've been thinking of band names for a while, Adam and myself.  

So far the best we've got is Huey C. and the Back-ups. Huey C. is Hugo Chavez. He used to front us, until he sold out.

So the cast is a bitch. Just not being able to move my knee just sucks, It feels so stiff.

But I have a coat hanger. And I'm gonna itch like a madman on speed as soon as I post this. 

I think I ramble well.

Tips? 

Suggestions?

Hard-core drugs? 

I'm feelin' the vibe man...

The next jewish holiday is Sukkot, which is where we eat our meals is a hut for 8 days. 

I couldn't make this shit up. 

It's because the jews stayed in huts like this in the desert for 40 years.

So yeah.

After that is Simchas Torah, which is where we finish reading the Torah, and start over again from the beginning.

Yup. We just keep reading in circles. It's hilarious.

We have this thing we do (jews) called "Hagbah" which is where after the torah reading, you lift up the Torah for all to see, now ignoring that it isn't really all that heavy, after Simchas Torah, all the weight is on the left hand.

It's a freaking scroll. And if you drop it, then everyone has to fast during the daylight for 30 days. 

T-t-t-totally.

Done for the day.

Thoughts of the Weird, this time with writing,

Hmm...I have never blogged before. 

I never really knew until today where one would go to make said blog, and I stumbled here in a vain effort to find my school's blog, which remains a mystery to me.

I guess I'll talk about what's up in my life.

The name is Dan. I'm 16, I play the bass in a band called Dirty Sally, and we need a singer, and some better coordinating of songs. 

My leg is currently broken. On friday, a man in a pick-up truck ran a stop sign and hit me. But he did stop and help me, which was great, cause I got knocked into the middle of the street, and there I would've remained had he not helped me.

I'm rambling. 

So I'll talk about something more prudent, and more obvious. Politics.

Now, I'm not after telling you who to vote for, I just want to talk. I am a democrat, and I would vote for Barack Obama. My issue is people my age and older.

I don't hate John McCain. I don't like his politics, and I really don't like Sarah Palin, but I respect John McCain, and I respect people's support of him.

I'm getting sick of people who don't do just that. Whenever I mention something to my mother that John McCain did right, she gets seemingly actually angry. The people in my classes absolutely hate McCain, and his supporters, some of them are convinced that if you are a republican, you are not only wrong, you are a bad person.

My problem with this, deeper down, is that these kids support these candidates for one of two reasons. 1)Their Parents tell them to, and 2)They're black.

Those are the only reasons! I am fully aware that if my parents were republican, they so would I, and that I would easily defend McCain in political conversations, instead of Obama. It's simply true. There is a girl in my class who mentions Obama as the "Change we need" virtually verbatim from some campaign commercial nearly everyday. She finds some meaningless way to inject it into our english discussions, no matter how off topic it truly is, and that aggravates me to no end.

I am totally rambling. I don't know, I would just tell these kids,and you, if anyone is actually reading this, to really take a good look at a candidate, their background, what they stand for, and come up with a good reason not to like them, a serious reason that makes sense, not simply "because" or misaligned quotes leftover from the campaign trail.

That's all I got. Next time it won't be a political posting, I just had to get this out of my system.