I've got the mic, you've got the moshpit

I'm starting a new musical project. I hesitate to say band, because that label comes with all sorts of conceptions.

I don't have much to show for it, yet. We have a profile on UG (
), but the song on there isn't exactly the direction we're going in. But! you can check out some sweet album art that I got permission to use from a lovely and talented girl in new york.




Oh, and I've also found an equally lovely and equally talented songstress from jolly old England who's expressed some interest in doing vocal work for me. Which would be really cool, since I sing like Christopher Paolini writes.


I guess that's all for now. I'd post the lyrics to the song I'm working on, but I'm pretty sure no one actually reads this blog, so it doesn't seem worth the effort. If you want to see them, prove me wrong.

give this man a fucking medal

Ever since Proposition 8 passed, I've been meaning to post about it. I first struggled to accept it, and then I struggled with how to put it in words. Thankfully, I don't have to. This man did it for me:



Please, respond, if you would.

halloween

I went and saw the midnight showing of Psycho. I'd seen it before, but it was still a lot of fun. Man, they just don't make 'em like
Hitchcock anymore. =[

Oh, and I was kind of proud of my costume.



edit: I'll talk about the Cobra concert later.
Suffice to say that it was amazing.