teenage time killer

bluecountry @ 2009-04-02T04:16:00

2009-04-02T08:17:18Z

fuh fuh fuh i'm drunk fuh fuh fuh fuh i'll see all you folks fuh soon fuh fuh

see ya when i see ya!

2009-02-07T18:46:58Z

be back in warmer days

The boom time it is over
A ghost town is all that's left here
The gold rush it is over
And depression days draw near

Tonight after sundown
I'm going to pack my case
I leave without a sound
Disappear without a trace

I'm going southbound

Drifting like a drover
Chasing my career
From the ships docked in the harbour
New horizons will appear

Tumbling with the tumbleweed
Down the open road
Taking only what I need
Before my head explodes

I'm going southbound

Hey, you're not getting any younger
The wild west has already been won
Northern lights are growing colder
And the old eastern ways are gone

So tonight after sundown
You must go from this place
Without a tear, without a frown
Disappear without a trace

bluecountry @ 2009-01-20T14:55:00

2009-01-20T19:59:49Z

.......................click it!

bluecountry @ 2008-08-22T16:08:00

2008-08-22T20:50:24Z

last night was one of those nights when you remember why you do what you do and why your friends are who they are. i still smell like the bonfire and my fingers hurt almost too much to type from playing guitar but i feel so refreshed from all of it.

the death of Michael Albert Whelan aka Heady Bronzefoot aka Homophobe Smurf aka MIKEY DUB

bluecountry @ 2008-08-19T23:13:00

2008-08-20T04:30:15Z

kill it with fire

long story short (by short i mean shorter than the actual happenings):

Brendan, Brien and i were walking to the liquor store in order to refill our delicious mad dog supply before the Antidote this past friday. we were finishing off the remainder of our respective bottles on an empty road when lights went up behind us. "ah shit, cops" Brien clarified after i expressed my confusion on the blue strobe coming from behind us. then a car came in front of us, followed by one to the side. "well this is a bit much" my brain offered as condolences. me and Brendan proceeded to take our bottles out of our jacket and start to set them on the ground.
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" we paused "SET THOSE ON THE GROUND, SLOWLY!" ("uhh, oh okay")
we were all searched, nothing was found excluding the nearly empty bottles and probably a gram of weed on Brien. enter the barrage of questions:
"where'd you get the alcohol?"
"from a liquor store"
"where were you going?"
"to the liquor store."
[blank stare, clearly not convinced]
"then to get pizza."
"any drugs on you? anything sharp?"
"no (HEY BUTTHOLE YOU JUST SEARCHED ME)"
"do you do this back home in new york?"
"uh, yea"
"where'd you get the alcohol?"
this went on for some time until we were instructed to put our hands behind our back. on goes the cuffs. what the fuck. we stood in the rain for a good 20 minutes until a van pulls up. "here's your ride boys" one of the officers declared, more than likely developing an erection from his power trip. i thought it had to be some kind of joke. for OPEN CONTAINER??
nope, no joke. in the back of the van we went.
this guy drove like a fucking maniac. i mean i'm sure while holding onto a flimsy bar behind my back can make car rides seem a little more rough than they actually are, i was watching out the windshield and witnessed several instances where contact was nearly made with unsuspecting cars while red lights were run. we joked in the back to keep spirits high. i debated on the pros of having a harmonica in a situation like that.
the van stops, the back doors open.
"here you go, in with the rock stars"
"gah damn man its like motley crue and shit"
clearly we were in the presence of a genius.
actually to be fair, he did help out a lot by explaining the whole process of what we were about to go through. he offered some bizarre insight ("you got shit to smoke, smoke it now. they aint lettin' you do that inside") and talked about his predicament. apparently he was in for some bullshit charges, too. i cant really remember the specifics, but he ended up carted off once we got there. but not before going into the main holding cell.
"how the hell do people scratch so much shit in the walls with their hands behind their back and nothing in their pockets?" Brendan wondered. good question. there was shit written all over the place, iron bench included. one by one, we were taken out of the room. i couldn't see or hear much once people left and soon i was in the room by myself. the acoustics were great so i sang to myself in wait and couldn't help but laugh at the situation. the guard at the door gave me a strange look.
soon it was my turn. i came out and they asked me all the basics: social security, address, height, weight, color eyes, blah blah blah. after that process was done, i was told to take everything out of my pockets and hand over my jacket, belt, wallet, and shoes. they took my small possessions and bagged them for me to pick up later. everything else went into a cubby hole.
they brought me into the side room and took some mugshots and finger prints (with a pretty high tech machine that was actually kinda cool to watch). i noticed some goofy celebrity mugshots underneath the camera that had a large caption that read "SMILE!". i almost laughed out loud at it, but the orders were barked to turn to the left and the mood was ruined.
i was escorted down the hall and given a blanket and instructed to take the first cell on the left that was open, which happened to be number 4. Brien, funnily enough, ended up in cell number 2. Brendan was across from us and could see both of us. there was a plexiglass shield over all the bars turning everyone's voice into nearly inaudible deep vibrations. someone next to me bitched about something to do with his girlfriend, i'm pretty sure he was naked when he was brought in. the guy across from me was doing push-ups.
we tried killing boredom by joking around.
Colin: "i'm thinking of a number between one and ten"
Brien: "four"
Colin: "nope"
Brendan: "five"
Colin: "nope"
Brien: "seven"
Colin: "yea"
after that thrilling game i was all tuckered out from the excitement and passed out for an hour or so. and blah blah blah more of the same shit, essentially it was really boring. about two, two and a half hours later (and $40 lighter) we were all bailed out. according to the clerk, we all had to return today, Tuesday the 19th at 8:30am, for our hearing. this dismayed all of us, but primarily Brendan who had plans to leave for California the day before. he figured out some way around it and he's soaking up rays as we speak. after a long walk back to the venue we found out all the bands played and Antidote had just started about two songs ago. we caught four more and their set cut off after some lameos trashed the coolest venue ever and ended up knocking over mad band equipment.
we drove back to New York with a case of the blues and an urge to sleep hard.

flash forward to today. i woke up around 4am to try to shower and shave before heading down. my mom was nice enough to let me borrow her car as mine wasn't reliable the first trip and i'd rather not take a second so soon. i made it down to Brien's apartment around 6am to pick him up. he jumped in and we began the drive. i'll spare you the boring details, as i have included so many of them already and plan on putting more in later. consider this a freebie.
we made it to the court house in good time, with stops for the bathroom and food considered. we walked through the doors around 8, court slated to start at 8:30. boy, were we fools. come 9:30, the hearings finally started. the judge asked everyone if they wanted a lawyer or to represent themselves. it was recommended to me by the in house attorney to say i'll represent myself so i didn't have to pay his fees.
after that, he took nearly an hour and a half recess, for barely the equal amount of work. lazy fucker.
come 1ish, we made our claims, got our fines, paid them off, and were ready to get the fuck out of Massachusetts for a long time.
but wait! Massachusetts wasn't done with us yet!
about 10-20 miles to the New York state line, i started getting antsy and leadfooted it.
"hey, is that a cop?"
"yea, looks like it."
"fuck."
so i slow down, but he's already pulled out. i pull into the next lane and he pulls in behind me. the lights go up. really? i mean really really? this is the definition of the door hitting you in the ass.
i pull over.
he pulls up next to me and waves for me to follow him. "oh" i think, "he wants me to pull up in this parking area"
he did, of course, but that's because he had a second person he wanted to pull over and it was most convenient for him to take care of both of us in one fell swoop. the other guy that was pulled over was a total wiener and it looked like he was going to cry. that doesn't work for dudes.
up along the side of the car comes this old codger with long thick gray hair coming out of his ears in clumps. "'hey there, howsabouts that license and registration?"
i hand it to him, he disappears. fucking coot.
upon his return he explains to me that while he could've given me a hefty fine for a speeding ticket, he gave me a ticket for disobeying road signs that cuts the fine in half. while i'm appreciative at the time, i had a thought in the back of my brain that he was being nice by force, which as a result makes him a dick anyway. i mean he was planning on fucking me from the start, he thinks a small tube of vaseline is supposed to help? i wish i could have vomited acid on him.
after all that hubbub, i dropped Brien off at his house as we made a vow to try not to get into trouble the next time we saw each other (which really isn't all that much) and i took off to meet Heather for lunch. we had pizza and it helped perk me up into lighter spirits. it was a nice break. after the pizza was eaten and Heather was back to work, i took the longest drive in the beginnings of rush-hour traffic back to Ballston Spa
i got home, slept, and it was good.

bluecountry @ 2008-07-21T00:48:00

2008-07-21T04:53:20Z

its hard finding new vague ways to talk about what's vexing you without letting up enough information to totally spill the beans. every day a new battle.

week three, still haven't smoked.

bluecountry @ 2008-07-03T00:30:00

2008-07-03T04:45:58Z

so it's been over a week and still smoke free. it's been a bitch but really, i figured it was going to be like pulling my fingernails out. Shawn bought me a pizza for my first week and it was consumed almost instantly between me, her, Brendan and Billy. it was fun. i have next week to look forward to as well when Brendan buys me one.

i've been working at Last Vestige, which i'm not sure if i've mentioned previously. it was half there and half Exxon for a little while then i went full time about 2 months ago i think. it's alright as far as jobs go, light years better than Exxon, but doesn't pay too well. just glad i don't have any more 5AM shifts.

i need to get another tattoo soon. getting them is so relaxing, it's like meditation. i need something to give myself a brain enema that doesn't have to do with chemical shock treatment or alcohol abuse. not to say the other things aren't fun but they're far more brief and far less healthy.

if you guys get the chance, download/buy/steal the LP "I Have Ghosts and I Have Ghosts" by Loser Life. i cant get enough of it.

still wishing i was a motivated writer, still wishing i was a motivated musician, still wishing blah blah blah blah blah. it'll get better. yea, you know. i already have more energy than i did prior to quitting. and now i have a reason to stay busy.

bumped into Chris Lee (or Chris Pissed as some might remember) today for the first time in years. it was cool, we used to hang out a lot when Scag Rotter was still the Sleaze, and when he quit i never really saw him because everyone overreacted to it and he didn't really come around to shows.

Scag Rotter is now dead by the way and it's a 95% chance that there will never be a last show.

sometime i'll have something interesting to put in here.

bluecountry @ 2008-06-23T23:29:00

2008-06-24T03:30:29Z

day one without a cigarette.

it's hell, but i mean is this it? really? i remember it being way worse.

let's see how day two goes.

bluecountry @ 2008-05-20T23:38:00

2008-05-21T03:46:50Z

I’m not good at living life
I’m not good I have no pride
But feeling doesn’t make you weak
When passion is what makes you breathe

The storm it’s over
At least for today
The storm is over
I’m still afraid

Evict these thoughts from this hollow wooden head
Post no bills, this heart has been condemned
It drains my red, so kill me dead
To scream and no one hears
Just more noise for blown out ears

So let the record spin as the needle skips again

yea basically. i'm rarely an articulate individual, take what you will from it. assumptions will be made anyway. it's in our nature.
just sometime someone show me a sword that isn't double edged.

bluecountry @ 2008-05-05T02:37:00

2008-05-05T06:43:30Z

i've been having nights where i want nothing else but to see some teeth on the floor.
they've been happening less frequently. this is a good thing. i'd rather not inherit my dad's temper.

too much drinking recently but hey, that's what warmer weather is about when it first comes around. i'm getting bored with it so that means it will start leading to more productive roads of activity. i've been writing a lot more. i'm up to scene 11 in my script and i have some songs for my solo project almost completely finished. i just don't know much about anything and i hope i never do. mystery adds a lot towards motivation and often times i find that once something is accomplished i'm a lot less pleased with it than initially expected. why is it that when you take action it feels much more subdued than what you thought it would be? is progress really so dull?

the colin betterment plan will hopefully finally achieve peak momentum this year.

bluecountry @ 2008-04-24T04:23:00

2008-04-24T08:26:07Z

basicalylt hings have been goiing on
things haven't reallhy been going on
what's been going on?
shit sucks but shit niot bad, everything is either neutroal or negative. it's getting real old.

it's so hard ot just say "i'm not alright" but it's so easy to wantt to be alright.

i'm bnot alright.

bluecountry @ 2008-04-10T13:08:00

2008-04-10T17:25:12Z

ladies and gentleman, may i present to you the snowball effect

or

how i learned to suck it up and accept the mediocre

or

great timing for bad business

or

one big "you've got to be fucking kidding me"

bluecountry @ 2008-02-10T23:04:00

2008-02-11T04:19:42Z

yea i got a cold. it's a bitch.
however that's just another sign that this winter will probably come to an early end. i usually get a gnarly cold and my winter weight starts disappearing. my gut has shrank to the point where it's more comfortable wearing snug fitting clothing again and that never fails.
i keep burping and it tastes like chinese food. i haven't had chinese food in a couple days.
absurdity.
i can't wait for warmer weather. finally get some fun and activity. there's a chance that i might finally have weekends off too so i can not be, you know, a shut in. hopefully that works out cause it's been far too long. i miss all the cool stuff to do.
speaking of cool stuff to do, i want to go to the alpine slides this year once it's warmer. i went once when i was like 9 and it ruled. i forgot where they were, somewhere north, but we gotta assemble a posse because it was cool as hell. that and there's a ghost town somewhere in the Catskills that will be infiltrated during the summer.
i hope 2008 is the year of the adventure, because 2007 was kinda high and dry as far as adventure.
i'm going to make the effort and you should all as well and tell everyone you know to make an effort and maybe the whole world will turn into a sweet 90's action movie.

bluecountry @ 2008-01-10T00:39:00

2008-01-10T05:56:42Z

it always seems like when you're ready for something, that's when fate decides to bite you in the ass. every day is a new learning experience though. whatever lesson i've learned this time i'm not sure but rest assured it'll probably dawn on me eventually.
in retrospect it wasn't a mistake nor was it beneficial. hindsight is supposed to be 20/20, right?
Every pleasures got an edge of pain, pay for your ticket and don't complain. - Bob Dylan

Let it Burn records this month on the 21st. so very pumped, we have a lot of material that's gonna melt peoples heads.
also, keep an eye out for German power metal legends Buttsoldier (or salado do butt as they're known in Portugal) to hopefully make their first US appearance since '87 at the release show.

as for the Colin front, i'm just up to the same shit. see previous entries.
i need something, i just don't know what. maybe something to keep my head out of the clouds, maybe just some hot wings. sometimes i feel torn between too many things. often times i have a difficult time making decisions because i can see the pros and cons of both sides and most of the time they're relatively equal. i hear that's a good, and bad, side of being a libra. honestly, it's just confusing as shit.

bluecountry @ 2007-12-04T00:56:00

2007-12-04T05:57:14Z

fucking up fucking up

too much burning the candle at both ends

bluecountry @ 2007-11-11T22:00:00

2007-11-12T03:22:40Z

i've been stuck in a rut for a while.
but i think i know how to pull myself out now.

maybe? kinda sorta?

daily routine is such a bore.

got me a new guitar. it's beautiful, i've wanted one of these since i was probably 12 or 13.

i was at Guitar Center in Albany and i saw this and started playing it and fell in love. i'm broke as shit and apparently the sales guy could tell because he told me about the payment plan.
so fuck yea sign me up. bam, next day i walked out of GC with it and a sweet coffin case.

i'm playing in the Band Olympics this year. check it out, it's gonna rule. theres a flyer for it here.

Let it Burn show the 16th at King's Tavern. have no idea any of the details but we're playing and it should be fun. first time in a long time.

besides that Scag Rotter is still on unofficial hiatus, Let it Burn still has our collective nose to the grindstone for some writing and all that, and there's a new project in the works featuring Brendan, Chris D, and myself. not sure if i mentioned that already or not.

me and Brendan went to Needlewurks on friday and got our noses pierced. we are two stylin' dudes now.

so, uh, i don't know. i didn't really know what to write in here and i still don't.
still living though. keepin' it real.

still need a new job. any ideas?

bluecountry @ 2007-09-16T02:08:00

2007-09-16T06:13:17Z

so sick of it. it's hard to tell what is and what isn't sometimes.
this routine is overplayed, get a new one and get fucking real.

Syracuse was tonight, that was fun. cheers to all those folks for the good time.
work too early tomorrow. monday, i apply to Parts Unlimited and try for a change of pace.

new car. the Green Meanie is dead, long live Green Meanie part II!

bluecountry @ 2007-08-15T06:47:00

2007-08-15T11:09:17Z

there's purpose somewhere, right?

wherever it is, it's an evasive bastard.

work, not as much music playing, not as many adventures.
it's getting towards the end of summer, usually people get slowed down around now so that's reasonable.
and an interesting summer it has been!
it's cold in august which doesn't really make any sense. it's too late or too early but i cant sleep.

is it unreasonable that i was worried about my hoodie getting sexed all over?
after the fact i feel kinda stupid seeing as it wasn't in the apartment used for unnamed peoples activities (actually it was about as in my car as something can get without being in the engine block)
but you know. i didn't want sex all over my hoodie dammit.

i'm gonna vomit all over New Line pictures. they're doing an americanized version of Battle Royale apparently, which was due to be released this year but was delayed due to that whole v-tech thing (whoops) hoping to not appear insensitive to mourners. hopefully they incorporate more of the book because i recently borrowed it and the movie could've been much better (surprise!)

i'm about to relax so hard.

bluecountry @ 2007-05-11T02:26:00

2007-05-11T06:37:41Z

something doesn't feel quite right, but its hard to put a finger on what it is.
i'm going to have to make some changes, but i dont really know what needs to be done different.
but besides that things have been going fairly smoothly on some fronts, not quite so smooth on others.
but hey thats living right? keeps you on your toes! hoo-rah!

been working and making music. scag rotter's recording tuesday, let it burn is at a strong stage of evolution, and i started the solo thing (no the OTHER solo thing) that i always wanted to.
it's been pretty slow thus far for such nice weather but then again most people are bogged down with finals and whatever for school. after all that, an adventure is in order.

working at a gas station enables you to learn a lot about a town. almost everyone needs gas or cigarettes at some point. those people end up at the gas stations. ballston spa is surprisingly interesting, some of these people seem like they walked right out of a movie. i dont even mind dealing with the assholes, they usually bring some fun into things.

i dont know what made me think to write in this thing, and now that i did i'm re-reading it and not finding any "moral of the story" kind of thing. so in response to that:
haha suckers. you got scammed!

balls out

2006-12-07T00:57:15Z

spent so much time with my head up my ass i havent had a real update in a while haha.
then again nothing much has changed since my previous real update (whenever that might have been, probably never)

brendan, mikey, and i have our discharge tribute band now. Disbute. yea, we're pretty clever alright. we're planning on playing a tribute with the Ramoones from NYC (met the dude at a wedding of all places), and Horror Business from schenectady. we're gonna try to get one more but not really sure who yet.

as for other music news, Scag Rotter is STILL not prepared for recording. but worry not it'll happen, and when it does it'll sound a shit ton better than the other garbage we have on our page now.

Let it Burn still rocking out. we're gonna record an official demo soon.

besides that the past week and a half or so nothing much has been happening. i got mad sick which means the winter season is starting and i'm not happy about it. i mean dont get me wrong, its cool sitting outside during the first big snowfall and its dead quiet and everythings so peaceful, but after that i'm fucking done.
i'm a bitch in any weather though haha.

i have a new year's resolution this year for the first time ever. and i'm gonna try to take it seriously (yea right).
this whole smoking and coughing up a lung every few minutes thing isnt gonna fly forever.

so since Tom's passing, a new lady moved up into the apartment over the garage, and apparently she's a noise freak. this isnt gonna fly. if she has a problem with any jamming over here i guess i'm just going to have to eat her.
i have yet to meet her, but from what Ronnie says she's a real class act.

beware, SKATE ZOMBIES ON LSD is still in production.

PS: darick fucking brady will be up for a visit soon. hell yea.

bluecountry @ 2006-11-09T20:58:00

2006-11-10T01:58:48Z

fucked up people do fucked up things. those fucked up things can grate on a person.
as much as you've pushed it under the rug eventually they will come back and more than likely bother you just as much as before.
while yea this is all common sense, actually stating it has helped to make things a little more clear on that situation.
it just goes to show that trusting the wrong people is easier than you'd think, and it's surprising when you find out who the wrong person was.
but then again, it's hard trying to figure out how many good people have been shut out as a result of trying to save yourself from that next time.
people that could bring a far more positive aspect to life than some of the people you surround yourself with already.
damned if you do, damned if you dont.
the hardest part is figuring out which route is the most beneficial.

"If I burn too many bridges I'll never get off of this awful island."

for those of you without myspace..

2006-11-09T21:06:51Z

SKATE ZOMBIES ON LSD!
www.myspace.com/skatezombies

yes, it's true. the myspace is up and functioning. be sure to check out the limited edition trailers, sneak peaks, behind the scenes info, and MORE!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

2006-10-31T20:20:48Z

if you arent in the spirit, this should help..

have a happy!

News Flash

2006-10-26T20:08:26Z

Ladies and gentleman, it has been reported that a new strain of lysergic acid diethylamide, street name LSD, has been gaining popularity the youth of Swaggertown and causing a cannibal epidemic. Those who injest the drug have been exhibiting side effects of vomiting, peeling or rotting skin, and an insatiable urge to devour human flesh. Swaggertown, and surrounding areas, have been quarantined in an attempt to contain the infection. To residents inside the quarantine line it has been recommended to not leave your house under any circumstances. More to come as the situation progresses.

WHEN THERE'S NO MORE ROOM IN HELL
THE DEAD SHALL SKATE THE EARTH
click above image to view trailer

bluecountry @ 2006-10-11T19:59:00

2006-10-11T20:00:12Z

PS: i'm going to be 21 on friday. is that weird or what?