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Daily Music Dose: Bad Brains

Bad Brains. One of the best bands to come from Washington D.C, one of the best punk bands, one of the best ‘hardcore bands’, one of the most influential bands, one of the best bands with controversy, one of the best bands in the scene, one of the best bands with black members, one of the best bands to change their sound, one of the best bands to play Virgin Fest’s south stage, one of the best crazy bands, one of the best bands to break-up a thousand times, one of the best bands to play the 9:30 club, and one of the best bands to ever exist.

For a crazy, wild band with an insane, eccentric singer and a whole lot of drug use, this band has made some awesome music. I Against I is most likely, one of the best punk rock albums of all time. And even though the band doesn’t like the label, they’re pioneers not only to the hardcore punk genre but punk in general. They started out as a jazzy band whilst the members listened to Black Sabbath and the Dead Boys so of course that didn’t work out, their original singer left and the incredible, the dreadful, the bizarre, the violent, the wired genius, H.R., replaced him. From there, Bad Brains’ became eclectic, fast-paced and hardcore. Shows were a sight to see, with H.R jumping around on stage, in the crowd, swinging his microphone but the energy wasn’t it. Bad Brains was, and is, an all black band. But it was the eccentricity that infamously got them banned from Washington D.C clubs.

Even though they’ve reunited and are still together, Bad Brains’ classic fusion of reggae and hardcore lives on more then if the band was broken up. They’ve influenced anyone you can think of, the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, 311, Lil’ Jon and of course, the Beastie Boys who wanted a BB band name too. Heck, even Billy Corgan from The Smashing Pumpkins credits them as a major influence. He even, dare I say, ‘fan-girled’ when Bad Brains opened for them at a show in France. Buckey Lasek, an amazing pro- skateboarder and Baltimore native cites Bad Brains as his favorite band. Everyone’s covered a Bad Brains’ song at least once, from The Bled, to Sublime, to the Red Hot Chilli Peppers to Frank Turner (who has covered Pay to Cum acoustically) to No Doubt and HIM. Some have even had to chance to have members play with them on stage or in a song like Lil’ Jon who’s had Dr. Know, Darryl Jenifer and Earl Hudson (current members on the band) on a track on his special edition of Crunk Juice (Which I bought just for that reason.) Many bands even have a song written about Bad Brains’ songs! Even the best punk band in the history of the world, Minor Threat, has been influenced by this classic band.

In a way, I didn’t want to type this little paragraph, but in a way I knew I had to. I used to really despise this band because of their homophobia. And their great music is no excuse for the trash on Quickness and the terrible things H.R. said about San Fransisco. However, thankfully, Darryl Jenifer has since then apologize for their young mistakes. Simply, he was young and foolish and now that he’s almost fifty-years-young he realizes that their previous hatred was ignorant. He further proved his point with one of my favorite quotes of all time, “I’ve learned through the years that we’re all God’s children, regardless of your race, creed, color, sexuality, any of that.” And we should all live by that.

It was hard to pick out these songs, but check out: Banned from D.C. Natty Dreadlocks 'pon the Mountain Top House of Suffering Hired Gun How low can a punk get? And, I against I.

**I'm really sorry that this issooooo late!**

But all of these states are in my way, so I wont be there tonight.

They were gazing at the moon. Or rather, she was staring at its glowing reflection in his green eyes as he watched the sky, only to look away when he slowly brought his gaze to hers. And when she looked away, heart beating steadily in fear, he stole the chance to trace her pale outline brightly contrast against the darkness snug around them. He quickly looked away when she tilted her head to look at the moon through him again. This went on for the how many hours they lay there on the grass.

They had collapsed there when all of their friends finished texting about getting to prom. They were probably the only two who didn’t go, she couldn’t afford any of it, and he didn’t go because of her absence and the pain filled heartbreak that would accompanied it. Instead, they spent all day listening to her collection of records, hanging posters on her bedroom walls and talking about music. When night fell and the rain finally stopped, she had pulled him outside despite his “protests”. He really wore the biggest jack-o-lantern grin, and his heart was ready to burst when her soft, delicate skin met his. Once outside, she fell onto the soft grass, bright green with the recent downpour. She giggled at the instant cold. He stood there, just watching her, bright hair against dark green. He could still see her smile, even in the black around them. Her eyes were closed, her hands resting on her stomach. She absentmindedly traced the words on her shirt.

“Bleeding from the heart for some time now,” She muttered, but it was so clear in his head and he laid down next to her, staring at the sky for several minutes until the addiction in his veins forced him to look at her. Her eyes were still closed, and she was humming something by Agnostic Front. At that moment, his love for her sudden grew, and he felt it swell under his ribcage. He heard her turn on her side and felt her stare on his chest and face. He opened his eyes, just then realizing that they were closed. She was smiling at him, lips a bright pink from the lipstick she showed him in her bedroom. He closes his eyes briefly, fighting the smile that fought his way onto his features. When he opened them again, she was on her stomach, watching the stars like they were ready to move.

They were numb with cold, however they didn’t feel it. The grass under them dried ages ago. His Glassjaw shirt had uncomfortably risen uncovering half of his chest, but the annoying prodding of the blades underneath him was nothing compared to being in her presence for so long. Sleep barely plagued them except for the ever so persistent, ever now and then yawning. He didn’t want to move anyway, not unless she did.

“I’ve never been much of a smooth talker,” she whispers after hours of silence. He stares, just stares.
“We got to go with what we’re feeling, with what we believe in, ill write a melody and sing it,” She was closer than ever before. He could see her eyelashes in great detail, her blue eyes were brighter. She could see the fear, confusion and hope in his eyes.

“And the whole world will sing it.” He whispered onto her lips. He felt so high, her hands on his skin, her lips on his, that he could feel her in his bones.

Here's something to read

Here's a trophy to take home to the broken heart.

Here's a prize for all the "you're wrongs" and "that's not right"

Here's a chance to be alone with someone at your side.

Here are a couple of bright eyes to wake up to; to miss you when you're gone.

Here's a reason to curl up on the bathroom floor and wish for "no more"

Here's a spitting image of what you think you don't deserve.

Here's someone to hold you together, be there when you're down.

Here's someone who's seen all the lows

Here's someone who hurts to see you hate yourself so much.

Here's someone who can't sleep at night to know you're shaking in your sheets.

Here's someone who just wants to "waste his time" kissing your cuts.

Here's someone who's been there all alone.

Here's someone who've always wanted and dreamt of.

Here's a saviour to bring you to your senses.

Here's a diamond in the rust that thinks of you the very same way.

Here's a reward for your self-pity and suffering.

Here's a 'something-to-look-forward-to-everyday'.

Here's a real antidote for all your problems.

Here are two hands to hold yours and tell you "It's alright."

Here's a reason to wake up in the morning.

I just realized that I've been on buzznet for two years. Well, sort of...

http://reatrohmaniahh.buzznet.com/user/profile/

I think I made that after the old FOE stopped working for me, and they made a new foe. I guess. I cant wait till this account will hit a year because then I'll stop feeling like a total noob. Even though I've been on buzznet for a while, as you can see. I never really did anything with buzznet, except enter some random contests, talk about Fall Out Boy and other FBR bands. I remember looking at pictures from someone who was the friend of My Chemical Romance or something, but that's about it. I also remember joining 'cause of Fall Out Boy. I won that contest, to see them and I felt like I was fucking e-famous. I guess I just felt on top of the world. I remember being really angry as well. I would tell people not to listen or to idolize bands and give them a least of equally shitty bands to check out. Which was paradoxical and very stupid and sometimes, if I just sit down and think, I feel really guilty about being such an idiot. I also feel guilty about not doing anything, well until now. All I did was write shitty band slash that didnt really make any sense and was just, so terrible. But, yeah, wow. I totally forgot about my old accounts until now. I'm just sick and bored, really.

Thieves and Villains

Thieves and Villains are one of the hardest working bands ever. Members Sergio Otaegui, Chris Pennings, Jimmi Kane and Justin Speca of New York have been touring relentlessly since coming together in 2007. It’s very rare to come this far in such a short amount of time, but this band deserves it. From their band name, to their music, to their history, everything about TAV is genuine and uplifting. And I should mention, I chose this date to post my review because it’s a holiday. Thieves and Villains’ history seems to focus around holidays; Valentines Day is when the band came together, April Fools is when they released their first demos, and four days after the United States’ Independence Day, they released their debut album Movement.

Before I talk about the music, I have to continue gushing about the band. They are probably the nicest guys I’ve ever met. I saw them in a tiny bowling alley; they set up their own stuff, and sold their own merch. When I bought an album (even though I already had a copy) Chris Pennings thanked me. I don’t care how picayune this band may be, but I had never been thanked for buying something, or going to a show, never personally at least. The small things count, I guess, because Thieves and Villains are definitely one of my favorite bands now. They actually care for their fans, they comment back on myspace, reply to tweets, and hold contests. They’re also brilliant, with their lyrics, their music even their live shows.

Movement is the perfect summer album. Each song seems to reflect the freedom and general feeling that sumemr gives you. Their lyrics have range, from haunting, to extremely catchy. I am picky when it comes to lyrics, and I always to imagine the song in my head. This album is perfect for that. In today’s scene, Thieves and Villains are fresh, but not too different so a lot of people can enjoy them. Even though I love them just the way they are, they deserve so much more. You can find Thieves and Villains on myspace (www.myspace.com/thievesandvillains) Pure Volume (www.purevolume.com/thievesandvillains) and of course, Buzznet (www.thievesandvillains.buzznet.com)

Please check out the following songs.

Let Go

Alantic Lungs

Movement

Settle New York, Settle and,

Worlds Apart.

-Thanks for reading!

Say Anything

The road to success sure has been a bumpy ride for L.A. based emo-punk band Say Anything. From scary health problems and breakdowns courtesy singer-songwriter Max Bemis; from losing five members in a year to having to bail on tours, the band, currently consisting of bassist Alex Kent, guitarist Jeff and Jake Turner, keyboardist Parker Case and the only two original members, drummer Coby Linder and Max Bemis, have never been more talented or persevering.

Whenever Iâ�™ve tried to get someone to listen to Say Anything, and I mention they have a keyboardist, theyâ�™re immediately turned off by the idea. Iâ�™ve been told that having a keyboardist means you sound the same as every pop band on MySpace. Thatâ�™s not true, in this case at least. Say Anything is one of the most unique bands around right now. Each song sounds different, each album sounds different; just as addicting, memorizing and beautiful. Every song is like a piece of art, the words that Max puts together are amazing, and some of the best poetry Iâ�™ve read, or rather, heard in a while. Max can literally write anything, as seen with the song shop. Even my grandparents like Say Anything!

Another great quality that Say Anything possesses is an amazing show. The crowd is instantly full of energy when the band walks on stage, and by the time Max does, the energy is so overwhelming, itâ�™s scary! If youâ�™re looking for a bunch of sweaty guys fighting their way to the front in an almost fan girl way, moshing even when thereâ�™s no music playing, or an overall memorable concert experience, then I advise you to see this band. Even if you only stay for three songs, youâ�™ll always remember the time you saw Say Anything.

Please go to their myspace to listen to songs (www.myspace.com/sayanything) I've tried youtube/the buzznet player and all I get are live songs or videos unrelated to the song. Also, I can't get the links to work. So, I suggest you listen to...

Goodbye Young Tutor (In Defense of the Genre)

Little Girls (...Is a Real Boy)

Jesus Died a Jew (In Defense of the Genre)

and, Admit It!!! (...Is a Real Boy)

Say Anything

The road to success sure as hell has been a bumpy ride for L.A. based emo-punk band Say Anything. From scary health problems and breakdowns courtesy singer-songwriter Max Bemis; from losing five members in a year to having to bail on tours, the band, currently consisting of bassist Alex Kent, guitarist Jeff and Jake Turner, keyboardist Parker Case and the only two original members, drummer Coby Linder and Max Bemis, have never been more talented or persevering.

Admit It!!!

The Church Channel

Baby Girl, I'm a Blur

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The road to success sure as hell has been a bumpy ride for L.A. based emo-punk band Say Anything. From scary health problems and breakdowns courtesy singer-songwriter Max Bemis; from losing five members in a year to having to bail on tours, the band, currently consisting of bassist Alex Kent, guitarist Jeff and Jake Turner, keyboardist Parker Case and the only two original members, drummer Coby Linder and Max Bemis, have never been more talented or persevering.

Test five pt1

Hello clouds, Iâ�™m just floating on by.

My heart is filled with helium; I feel so light.

I think Iâ�™m flying, right up to the sky.

That or Iâ�™m dreaming, a perfect little dream.

Itâ�™s about him and me, something close to lovely sanity.

I can feel it on my finger tips, the corners of my brain.

I feel it heavy on my eyelids, warm and fuzzy against my skin.

I feel it starting at the tip of my head, to my toes.

I feel it breezy and cold against my limbs.

Everything is sharper, when I open my eyes,

I see every detail, sense everything around me, in this blue sky.

I smell the flowers and the grass; I hear the buzzing of the city, the towns.

I feel the wind, the spring chill.

I feel love, all around me.

I feel the wind fast and harsh around me.

Iâ�™m falling so fast.

I can taste the sweetness, something like strawberries.

I can hear the love songs blaring, feel the moving speakers.

I hear his name, a rhythm, a tap tap tap against my bones.

I see his smile, his eyes, and his every detail.

Heâ�™s a book I see every morning, in the window.

I want to read the pages, learn every word.

I strive; I want this more than anything in the world.

The piano knows something I dont know

The piano is hidden in the corner of my room.

Across the white keys, there is a shadow that lingers.

The black and white keys spell a certain doom,

An addiction that starts with my fingers.

Thereâ�™s an ominous gloom to the instrument,

Itâ�™s like that when I donâ�™t play.

Itâ�™s like the piano is persistent,

Itâ�™s like I canâ�™t get away.

My friends call it addiction,

All they see is my fingers tapping to a beat.

I think itâ�™s a habit, not an obsession.

Itâ�™s not like my little habit is discreet.

All night and day, I tap my fingers along.

I move my fingers to an invisible piece,

Iâ�™m moving my fingers to an invisible song.

Playing is some sort of release.

I canâ�™t help my strange quirk,

It keeps me nice and focused,

These notes and lines are artwork.

I just copy, Iâ�™m not an artist.

The notes floating through the air,

The music working through my brain,

Play the hardest piece, oh if I dare.

Their talent, I wish I could attain.

I canâ�™t help but look up to,

Williams, Schubert, Mozart and Bach,

It was because of them that my addiction grew.

They make me play the piano even when I walk and talk.

I canâ�™t help but love this percussion,

The flowing notes all around me as I play,

All I want is some piano action,

So I can play all night and day.