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In Defense of the 'Heed.

hyperview — 2007-11-07T00:35:00Z

Okay. So skintight posted about Coheed and Cambria's video for 'The Running Free' being the "Epic Fail of the Week". I will say, that video's kind of balls. I will also say, that I love that song, and that band. Seeking a balance, I suggest everybody supplant the other Running Free Video with this one. Tha end.

Memories dull my senses...

hyperview — 2007-10-03T18:33:00Z

...never have I felt so lost. So, I just cried in my shower for an hour. This is the pain of college sucking. No one understands me, therefore I am totally alone. However, there are no private areas or anywhere to be physically by myself, and therefore, I can never switch off. The one benefit you can reap from being alone is that you never have to impress anyone, never have to strap on the "I am repressing the urge to kill and maim so I can get by in society" mask. I can't even take advantage of that. Christ. What a ripoff. Before you start shooting your collective interwebical mouth of about what a sadsack scene kid I am, let me try and detail to you just what the hell my problem is. I am unemployed. I am broke. (Meaning I don't have two dollars to go do my laundry with.) I am friendless. (Meaning I can go through my entire day, start to finish, without talking to anyone, besides telling my roommate where I'm going or asking teachers questions in class.) I am homeless. (I am no longer welcome in my father's house, as per his landlord being an old bitch, and my mother is sleeping on friend's couches in NYC, because she's not welcome there, either. My dorm is all I have.) I am no longer a presence on the Eastern Shore, and the tethers of friendships there are beginning to corrode and snap from my absence. (The same goes for my band.) I am aimless. (I have seriously lost track of where I'm going, who I am, who I want to be, what I want to do with my life.) I am depressed. (Clinically diagnosed as such, before you write that off.) And all the while, the cacophonous hum of memories lingers in my brain, with every footfall and every blink, with every experience I am inundated with older memories of older experiences reminding me how watered down these new memories are. I go to a show I've been anticipating for years, and the meaning of it, the passion I once felt is drowned in the deafening silence of the empty seats next to me. I try in vain to recreate the greatness I once felt making films with friends, but you can never go home, and I feel pathetic for having tried. I try to smile, I try to laugh, but the only things that move me are these memories so long past that they've become half true and half elaboration. Imagine that you are traveling through the woods with friends. All day long, you walk, and then the sun starts to go down. It's time to leave. But you're all lost, you don't know where to go. You volunteer to start out ahead to try and find the way back, that you'll come back for your friends once you find the trail. As you travel through the woods alone, you hear the echoes of your friends, talking and laughing, as the forest gets deeper, and darker. You can see the light of a fire they started to keep warm, and all you want is to go back, but you can't. You have to find the way out. You go on. Thorny brushes cut through cloth and skin, trees pack in deeper and tighter, until you can barely breathe. It is now pitch black. You have no idea where you're going, if you can even go any farther. You just want one person, hell, one happy thought to cling to to make you stand up and keep walking. But there isn't anyone. You do the only thing you can, you turn around and run back towards your friends in the fire. You grasp that memory and as you run back through the forest you here their voices get louder and louder, you see the light from the fire get brighter, you remember the beginning of the day, joking and fighting and talking and dreaming and making plans, and you remember how good it feels to belong. And then you realize you've arrived at the camp. The fire went out hours ago. Your friends are gone. To where and what purpose, you have no clue. But they've moved on, maybe to some other part of the woods, or maybe they got out. You certainly don't know. The point is they are gone. And the question you now have to ask yourself is, even if I can make it out of the woods by myself, is it worth being out there without them? This is what I was thinking when I got into my shower at 8 tonight. This is what I thought when I went to the only place I know of where no one can hear my cry, no one can see me raw and exposed and open. I still don't have an answer, and I don't know when I will.

Super Ghetto Buzznet Banner.

hyperview — 2007-09-01T11:01:00Z

SO!

I stole this image from xmisspreternaturalx, and turned it into a super-ghetto banner:

if you click on it, it links back to buzznet.com. anybody who wants the code, it's in my "shout out".

go forth, buzznet minions, and whore it!

-gi

Rowing through a Lake with a Riptide.

hyperview — 2007-08-15T22:42:00Z

Oh, 2 AM. It always seems the best time to write a blog. The mundane around me just pops out and seems worth sharing. It isn't, so I'll spare you. I really don't think anyone out there is interested in genuine notes about my life- the whole idea of an intentionally public journal is outrageously masturbatory- but sometimes, there's no one to love you, and you just have to love yourself. I've blown my throat out from singing INDK in my car. Well, not exclusively INDK. Press Black share some the blame, as well as Black Flag, Brand New and Rise Against. I can feel the throbbing nodule in the very top of my windpipe as succinctly as I can taste the Luden's I'm teasing around my mouth. McIlrath and Co. are playing Rams Head in B-More this evening, and I'm going with Aki, an experience I was looking forward to a lot more when screaming along to "Bricks" didn't hurt so bad I wanted to cry. CexCells is tight as hell- but I know the swarm will loathe it, or at the least blow it off as faggotry. I don't know why, but mainstream culture basically has aligned anything "sexy" with being gay. What, straight kids can't listen to turn-on records? Only the heteroflexible are comfortable being horny in public? Ah, jesus. I'M not comfortable being horny in public, and so the digital orgasm that is Blaqk Audio's debut will not go on my iPod for a while. I'm heading to NYC to hang out with my mom for a week on sunday, and I go back to college on the 27th. My family is in the process of moving out of the house on Claiborne Road, my parents are embarking on a serious legal and geographical division of their marriage, and I just want the leaves to start falling, and to wear my favorite jacket again. "I'll wait until the seasons change." "I'll wait until the fall comes." There's nothing left for me to do but wait and see what happens. There's nothing I hate more in the world than when that is my only option. Someone give me a pick. I feel some lyrics coming on. -gi

Grim Reaper in a Uniform, Die or Conform.

hyperview — 2007-07-24T07:25:00Z

*sigh*
I'm back.
it's been too goddamn long, buzznet.
Short update on my existence, not that it matters-
Got a job at a health food store.
Band is on friendly hiatus.
Warped tour tommorrow, with Coheed, Tiger Army, Bad Religion, Chiodos, and Underoath (the band I finally have to admit I like, despite Spencer Chamberlain being a fascist right-wing christian twat.)
So, that being said, rather than drag you kicking and screaming through a recounting of my whole summer to date, lemme just tell you about my most recent, actually interesting adventures.
For one, the Shorecore crew has invented a new game.
I call it Fkink, but I swear no one else does, and you don't have to.
To play, you need at least four people, and I can't imagine it'd be fun with more than twelve (and it has to be an even number of however many of you there are), and at least two Digital Cameras or Camera Phones inside the group of 4-12. It also helps to have two cars, but, it isn't necessary.
First, as a group, you come up with a list of clothing items or physical features people have. For example, our first list included:
Striped Shorts
A Fifty59 Hat w/ the Gold Sticker
Braces
an elderly couple
Chuck Taylors
A pair of Jeans w/ 3+ holes
etcetera. Have fun, go balls out. SO! Once you've got 2 copies of your list, divide up into even teams, with one camera(phone) (and perhaps car) and copy of the list for each team. Both teams agree on a time limit (ours was an Hour and 45 minutes for 7 things), and a Base. Then, both teams split up, and proceed to find people who fit the description on the list. Then, photograph them. But none of this over the shoulder Solid Snake CIA bullshit. A member of your team has to be in the photo, standing next to the person in question, meaning you have to tell the person in the photo what you're doing, and if they say no, too bad, you have to go find someone else. And if a team member fits one of the items, you can't take a picture of them. That sucked, because on the night we played this, I was wearing Chucks, but we couldn't take a picture of me. But still, it made the game more fun. The final rules are Whoever makes it back to the Base with the most photos wins. If you're late getting back to the base, you're disqualified, in the event of a tie... you're just tied. No tie braking. Denny's/ Taco Hell afterward is recommended, but not required. yeah, I actually played this the night it was invented, SOOO much fucking fun. Bombing around Easton scouring for different people was hilarious. Go do this shit, and tell me all about your adventures if you do. The next time we play, i'm planning on bringing a video camera, and posting a best-of/how-to type thing on here later.
I met Taylor, Jack, Avery and Heather, and we hung out in a parking lot.
More fun than it sounds, I swear.
For example, Taylor found a mattress in a dumpster, and jumped on it.

Also, we invented another game... err... more of a sport, really.
I christen it "Loofahboarding".
See, in summer, certain patches of grass around here get dry and crunchy, like a loofah. The only thing left to do is steal some cardboard out of a dumpster and go "sledding" on it, as Ave and Taylor demonstrate below:

Anyway, after some excrutiating grassburn, we found a sharpie and had Avery draw on us. Jack got a scorpion on his wrist, I got s black rose on my arm, but the masterpiece of the day was a viney flower thing on Taylor's stomach. Here's Ave drawing it:

Work in Progress:

The Finished Product:

So, there's some adventures for you. Also, go see hairspray, it's awesome, and also, all support you would have given to my band, transfer over to my friend Cody's band, Press Black. If you live around the Eastern Shore, go see them at the Harrison Street Artspace on August 12th.
http://www.myspace.com/pressblack

Yours in Love and Local Music,
-gi

I Wouldn't Front the Scene If You Paid Me.

hyperview — 2007-02-28T18:02:17Z

The whole genre of Emo has become so convoluted, I don't even know what the hell it means anymore. I quote what Gerard Way said onstage in Philly the other night, "In case any of you are confused, and I'm sure None of you are- I've been hearing some stuff lately about how we started some kind of...Emo...Death-Cult? I just wanna remind you that My Chemical Romance has never done anything but encourage you to be yourselves, and not to take anybody's fucking Shit." Then BAM! Straight into "Thank You for the Venom". MCR=Awesome. AFI=Awesome. Using the Outdated term "Emo" to describe those bands and others like them= ignorant. WE NEED A NEW GENRE! Please, a few requests: 1) Let's Not Drag the word "Punk" into this. Yeah, the influence is definetely there, but there are so many genres with punk in them: Post-Punk, Neo-Punk, Anarcho-punk, Hardcore Punk, Ska-Punk, Pop-Punk, Proto-Punk, Dance-Punk, Death-Punk, and Goth-Punk just to name a few. I don't think any of those acurately describe this type of music, either. Plus, early rock n' roll was Heavily influenced by blues, but they didn't call it "Blues-Rock". 2) It would be tight if we could keep the genre name down to 6 letters or less. Things get labelled as Emo, Punk, Metal, Indie, Pop, or Rock because those words are short, simple, and easy to remember. Hyphens are also fuckups. Like, NO one is going to make the effort to stop calling these bands "Emo" or "Punk" if the new name for it is "Hardcore Proto-Pseudo-New Wave Gothic Post-Emo Punk." BANDS THIS NEW NAME MIGHT BE APPLIED TO: AFI My Chemical Romance Coheed and Cambria 30 Seconds to Mars Death Cab for Cutie Say Anything Fall Out Boy Panic! At The Disco Aiden Silverstein +44 Angels and Airwaves Cobra Starship The Academy Is... Bright Eyes Anberlin All American Rejects Brand New Spill Canvas Chiodos Hawthorne Heights Hush Sound Kill Hannah Pistolita Thursday Taking Back Sunday Cute is What We Aim For Red Jumpsuit Apparatus Scary Kids Scaring Kids Senses Fail ...eh, you get it. Also, my band fits in this genre, so, I'm kinna waiting with baited breath to see what you wanna call us. So, there's my thought. Discuss. PS- I'll kick it off with my name suggestion- Scene, or, Scenecore. (AFI being the divider- anything less hardcore than AFI is "scene" (ala Panic, FOB, Hush Sound, Bright Eyes, Hawthorne Heights, Pistolita, Say Anything), and everything with Greater or Equal Hardcoreness is "Scenecore" (ala AFI, MCR, Silverstein, Chiodos, Coheed, Aiden, Thursday, Senses Fail).) PPS- Band News. We will be playing Ave's High School Battle of the Bands on March 17th! We have picked up a new drummer, as well- his name is Nathan Roten, and he's a Nice Young Man. Anyway, if there's anybody in that area (the Eastern Shore of Maryland), come check us out! Time will be posted on my Main Profile as soon as I know it. -Gi

Seventeen and Strung Out on Confusion.

hyperview — 2007-02-15T22:18:40Z

AHAHAHAHAHA. Hello out there, anyone who's interested! My name is Gi. And I am in a Band. Sins of Freck, ASSEMBLLLLLLE! Vocals- Avery Noise Guitar- Jack Applegarth More Guitar- Taylor Applegarth Bass, Backing Vox- Gi Devine Drums- Cody Finkner We are official, we are hopeful, and we are almost completely ready. We just need some serious fukkin practice. We have one potential gig lined up, Ave's high school's (my old school's) Battle of the Bands. We are going to tap that, but only if all 5 of us feel ready, which means some serious GOD-DAMNED practice is in order, and once again we smack into the brick wall of distance issues!! Rawr!!! Anyway, I feel like if we can pull this gig off, we're ready to do more of them. I'm not saying a TOUR, or anything, but rep-building local gigs would be supa-fresh. But maybe I'm putting the cart way before the damn horse... well, I'll be sure to let ya'll know. Also: Jack, Avery and myself are going to see My Chem and Rise Against on the 25th, for Jack's B-Day. HUZZAH!!! <3. -Gi

And if you get to heaven, I'll be here wondering, did you get what you deserve?

hyperview — 2006-12-29T00:25:58Z

Random Musings. Not that you asked. I bleached my hair. I felt the need to draw a physical distinction between 06 and 07, and my head has become the unfortunate victim of that ambition. Sorry, Fuzzy. I've gone Super Saiyan. How can you miss someone you've never met? How can you miss someone's words when you've never heard their voice? How can you long for someone you barely know? Does it make me a psychopath? A stalker? In Love? Or is it just the dangerously combustable combination of Lonely and Overdramatic? A Scanner Darkly is BRILLIANT. Fantastic piece of cinema. After witnessing it, Jack, Ave and I finally came to a consensus about a band name. May I Present.... Sins of Freck. Vocals- Avery Noise Guitar- Jack Applegarth Other Guitar- Taylor Applegarth (Jack's Cousin. Awesome dude. One Man Circus. Could be a Parkour runner if he weren't a guitarist.) Bass- Gi Devine Alec is starting to crack. After telling me full-on he wasn't interested in being our drummer, he keeps asking questions about Adam Carson. Oh Yeah Baby. We're also co-directing a series of films based on songs from the Black Parade. I've Taken on The End, Alec's Got Teenagers, and we're splitting Dead! between each other. Good times. My first semester, gone. I gotsta get DIY. I can't live under my dad for any longer. I also got to free up my mom. Goddamn. I need a Job. Christmas has come and past. The Innocent can never last. I'll be alone when December ends. Things To Get in 2007: A hot bod A Drummer A Lover (Drummer and Lover cannot be the same person, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.) A Fresh E.P. A High GPA A Job A Car An Apartment A Life of my Own. A Victim of my Father's Lost War, Gi PS- If you read this, and you know who are, please write me. I miss you. I love you. Not in that way. Unless that's what you want.

Everybody Should Read This. Seriously. I need constructive criticism.

hyperview — 2006-11-08T01:47:35Z

ATTENTION HOT TOPIC SHOPPERS: An Essay on the Misguided Definition of Punk Rock by Gi Devine I am a Child of the 90's, and a Teenager of the Early 2000's. I am not at all ashamed to say that my view of "Punk Rock" was shaped by Blink 182, the Offspring, and Rancid. I would be ashamed if I had ever owned a Limp Bizkit CD, but Hey! Nothing against you if you did. I am a Little Ashamed to admit that I didn't hear the Ramones till I was 12, or Minor Threat till I was 16, or the Dead Kennedys until I was 18. But still, I don't think it makes me less of a Person. But there are a lot of people out there who would judge me on something as simple as who I listened to in High School. There were also the people in high school who would lambaste me as a "poser" because I liked Mainstream bands, such as Green Day or Linkin Park, instead of underground non-sellouts, such as Marilyn Manson or the Misfits. (I do like those bands, a lot, but do NOT look me in the face and say they're lesser "sellouts" than Green Day.) I would get angry at first when these people called me out- we were in High School, it was embarrassing, I'd get pissed. But after I'd mull these people over for a while, I'd realize how much of a contradiction they were- they claimed to be the counter-culture, the revolution, the Anarchy Club (stop. think. laugh.), and yet their rules and restrictions and judgments were almost as harsh as the Hollister-Clad prep/jocks they stood so firmly against. Now that I'm out of the Emotional Cesspool known as public High School, I'm free to look back at it objectively, and say, "Wow. I can't believe those kids thought they were Punk Rock." Punk Rock is supposed to be rebellion incarnate, it's supposed to be a blazing symbol of the angry youth revolting and rioting in the streets. It's supposed to be Anarchic, standing against any and all rules. Fuck the Man, and fuck you, if you want to keep me down. That's Punk Rock. A 15 year old kid telling off another 15 year old kid for wearing the wrong t-shirt, listening to the wrong band, not wearing dark enough eye-makeup, WHATEVER, is, in fact, in direct opposition to Punk Rock. Actually, if I were to get really anal about it (and believe me I will), the Term "Punk Rock" is a contradiction of the idea it represents. Let me explain. "Punk Rock" is a Genre of music. Music is genrefied when it fits a set list of characteristics, i.e., it follows certain rules. "Punk Rock" is loud, fast, angry, you get the picture. Quote-unquote Punk Rock Purists will be absolutely adamant that the music stays inside those boundaries, and that the artists following those rules not be signed to a major label, and that that band is underground, and that no one outside the "scene" has ever heard of the band, so on and so forth. Irony of ironies, the more "hardcore" punk someone is, the stricter they are about those rules being followed. If you don't mind my asking, what the fuck? I'll tell you. And Man, is it ever gonna piss off some 16 year old in New Jersey with blue hair and a Circle Jerks t-shirt. The idea that Punk must stay within set boundaries, and that those who don't stay in those boundaries are Posers or Sellouts, is a cop-out. Choosing to identify Punk that way is extremely easy. Loud, Fast, Simple, Angry, Unheard- it's not much to live up to, is it? It's also elitist and narrow-minded, giving people who choose that definition the feeling that they're in a club, that they're somehow better than the madding crowd listening to music that might get played on MTV at some point. It's a Win-Win! But not really. Really, it's a loss. It's the reason why, when I see a Kid wearing a "Punks Not Dead" shirt, I get disillusioned and think "Yes it is." The Punk of the 70's and 80's is dead, because of Punk's self-destructive nature. Punk, by the Elitist definition, is Self-Destructive, Short Lived, and Absolutely futile. And yet, said Elitists throw all of their power and rage into a doomed exercise. Imagine if that power were put into something more meaningful, like, say, an Actual revolution? We could change the world. Punk as I choose to see it, is no longer defined by set rules of sound. Those rules were too constricting, and in direct conflict with the "Fuck the System" Attitude at the core of Punk Rock. Punk has evolved. Or, for you creationists out there: it died for the musicians' sins, and in the Next Generation, it was resurrected, to judge the living and the dead. What should define Punk, I believe, is DIY. Or, more specifically, DIYFS. Do It Your Fucking Self. Punk should be about defying the rules that the music/fashion/art/business/chartered accounting/whatever-your-occupation-is world tells you you have to follow, by, inevitably, working your ass off to do things your own way. Punk should not be defined by the sound of the Ramones or Black Flag, or whoever, but rather by their actions. For example: when Ian MacKaye was in the Teen Idles, and they put out their first E.P., they (naturally) weren't signed to a Label of any kind. They had a few hundred vinyls pressed, because it was all they could afford. And (here's the punchline) the jacket for every single fucking record was individually xeroxed, cut out, folded, glued together, and had the record inserted in it by THE MEMBERS OF THE BAND. Nobody did it for them. Nobody wiped their asses, no one held their hands. The Teen Idles were so consumed by the passion they had for their music that they didn't care. Now that's fucking Punk Rock. Total Devotion. So, I know what the next argument is. "But Gi, if punk is about DIY and being indie, how come you defend signed Punk Bands like Green Day and AFI? And how come you still call them Punk?" I'll tell you how. They are successful now. They have videos on MTV, nice houses, nice cars, money in the bank. But it wasn't always like that. They both started out the same way: Passionate Kids devoted to the music. They started indie, and as their music caught on, not because it was rammed down throats and up butts by MTV, because it wasn't at the time, AT ALL, but rather, because it was GOOD MUSIC, Green Day and AFI both got picked up by progressively larger labels. And both bands have always stuck to their guns about doing Music on their own terms, and they've suffered for it. You think Green Day couldn't have done Dookie a hundred more times? Of course they could. That would be easy. It would also be a guaranteed seller. But no, they went out a limb and did American Idiot. And their "Hardcore" fans, convinced that risking lost money in the name of Music is "selling out", turn their backs on them. AFI is an even more potent example. No, every album is not going to sound the same, and no album by them is ever going to sound like Answer That and Stay Fashionable again. They did that. It's done. They moved on and grew up, and, like Green Day, evolved musically. But with Havok and Co., the change is more obvious, and more drastic, an even bigger risk to the label. Yet, they still do it. Why? Because it's what they want to do, so fuck off. And there, ladies and gentlemen, is Punk Incarnate: AFI got signed for Art of Drowning, and gave their label Sing the Sorrow. If that's not rebellion, I don't know what is. The summation of all this being: I listen to, love, and have the deepest respect for AFI, Green Day, Plus 44 (or, back when it existed, Blink 182), Rancid, the Offspring, and so forth, because they came by success the DIY way. It wouldn't have mattered if they hadn't got signed, they would have kept making music their way. Their way just happens to sound reeeeeeally good. Oh, and this rule totally goes both ways: it's the reason I don't respect Panic! at the Disco or Good Charlotte. (Once again, to the fans of bands I don't like, keep doin' your thing, I just disagree with you, that's all.) In conclusion, if you want to be Punk Rock, don't worry about getting a certain haircut, dressing a certain way, listening to certain bands, condemning certain other bands. Just find your way of doing things, do it, and never stop doing it. Overtly defy, at the expense of your time, money, energy and social status, anyone who tries to tell you how to do things. Even if that person claims to be punk. ________________________________________________________________________________________ Hahaha, I started this at 1:30, and now it's almost 5 am, HAHAHAHAHA. Seriously, comment me. I want to know this is being read, cause I'm damn proud of it, and I mean every word. Thanks!!! -Gi

Ya'll aren't going to believe this shit.

hyperview — 2006-10-31T04:54:47Z

I'M GOING TO MEET AFI. TOMMORROW. Happy Fucking Halloween indeed. -gi