Day 3.

Right now I'm laying down in the loft of the van, listening to Isis. Today was a pretty good day. I woke up early and Kevan, Eric, and I went grocery shopping. It was a near humbling experience, but it was worth it. I got a call from my mom crying, telling me that they took my brother away to jail. I calmed her down though, I explained to her that we both knew it was going to happen eventually...and maybe that it might straighten him out. I don't believe in the social justice system at all....however in this case I do believe that it might humble my brother...if not just erase his warrents. Anyway, that was hard to deal with. Knowing my mom is so sad about the situation with my brother and me being far from home. But life must go on, unfortunately.

We got home and waited for everyone to get ready. The girl who's house we stayed at told us to come to her work so she can hook us up with food. On tour you have to eat every chance you get, you never know when you're going to eat next. Anyway, on our way over to San jose we decide to start a nice friendly van war. So I told Eric to go put Orange juice on their windshield, which he did. We knew very well what we were getting our selves into, but we decided to persue the mission anyway. They quickly retaliated with vitamin water on our windshield. That wasn't so bad. So on our way to san jose we were discussing our plans for future attacks, and immediately the idea of shitting on their van came up, I was all for it but we decided it was wayy to soon so we didn't attack them. So anway, we all pull into the parking lot and every thing is fine, then they decided to throw fire works at my feet, which I can take. I didn't mind it. So we all went into good karma, I didn't get anything. People just gave me their left overs..and that was satisfying enough. Then I decide to get revenge by leaving before everybody and going into our van and getting my day old eggless egg salad and flat bread and putting it on their windshield and smushing it around. It worked, smelled disgusting and looked gross. But we were stuck in the lot so they took the bread with the left over salad and put it all over our windshield. I immediately backfired with a coke all over their windshield. Then I declared it was time to take it to the next level. I told our roadie bryan to shit in a bag and throw it at their van. Everyone disagreed, but I strongly pushed for it. So he decided to do it. Everyone was gagging and eric was hanging out the window dry heaving as he was driving so he made me switch to the drivers seat. So we pull over next to them...and eric is in the passengers seat on the verge of vomiting..and their bassist harry comes up and asks what's wrong, we were all laughing and just said nothing. So he goes back to their van, I don't know why they were just sitting waiting there...but Bryan decided it was time. He ran out the van with shit in his hand and wiped it literally all over the side of the van...the look of everyones face, in disgust was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. They couldn't believe what was happening to their van. Bryan took it even futher and threw the reminants of the feces into their van. It hit their roadie jack in the face and he came out with fecal matter on his face. It was possibly one of the funniest things I have ever witnessed in my entire life. They ran out of the van with hummus in hand and threw it all over the van, we didn't care. We were too busy laughing, because anything they did was nothing compared to what we did. They drove off, and we followed. We stopped at a gas stationg where they cleaned up the shit on the side of their van...and we layed some ground rules down. As soon as they were set we parted ways and headed towards oakland for the show. We got to oakland in I'd say in 2 hours. We got to Harjits house and me and kevan wanted to go to AK press, so harjit took us. We got to the warehouse and I was overwhelmed by how many books were there...so many I wanted. But I didn't really want to buy any books. Anyway, we go back to the house and hang around until show time. Harjit showed us the guitar that Far used during "water & solutions", it was definitely a highlight of my hardcore career. Anyway, motherspeed started the show and dukes up played, I'm glad they do what they do. Luis and all those guys are very nice and I enjoy seeing them when I do. The separation played before us and what can I say? They're all good guys and nice dudes, and they are heavy as hell live. I'm glad I get to spend 6 more days with those guys. We headlined, and I thought it was a fun set, except I broke a string...but whatever. We were loud so I didn't care. So after the show we loaded up and now I'm here in the van writing this long, boring entry as everyones inside lane splitters, a pizza place that has vegan friendly pizza. I've been around people too much today. So I'm hanging in the van. Tonight we're driving to Redding, where the Separation is from. Its about a 3 hour drive, and I think I'm just going to sleep the whole way. Tomorrow should be filled with more fun. But then again, I'm involved...so I doubt it can be that much fun.

That's all, my hands hurt from typing.


Truly mine,
XadrianX

Day 2.

This morning I woke up at 5:30 and just stared outside the window until I finally got the courage to get up and go take a shower. I don't like bothering people when they sleep, or making noise, a lot of people flip out if you wake them up, I don't. I don't mind if people wake me up. If I'm really tired then I'll just sleep, if I'm not then I'll stay awake. Anyway, we all got our selves together. That took about an hour and a half. We left for a grocery store and hardware store so we can get a lock for the trailor. We went to home depot and I decided to get a lock. Then we realized the lights weren't working on the trailor, but we decided we didn't care. So we got driving for an hour and we stopped to get gas, luckily there was a hardware store next to the gas station so I went in and got wires for the trailor. We spent like 45 minutes fixing that whole thing. Then finally we were off to Santa Cruz. The drive to be way longer than I remembered, that was probably because the driver at the time was slow. We made it to santa cruz at 3:30. We went to the record store and everyone got some records. I decided against it. We went to saturn and got vegan shakes, I asked for a vanilla and they gave me Chocolate, I wasn't satisfied. We walked to the boardwalk that happened to be closed and then we walked to the lost boys bridge, which wasn't exciting either. Santa Cruz is dead during the winter, but I love it anyway. The show was small. We played with a band called deers or deer or whateverand they sounded like I hate myself. Ben from the separation is an amazing dude. I'm excited to be spending my week with him. Right now I'm laying in my little nook up in pryesh's room and its nice to be away from everybody although I can hear everything. Everyone took a group photo with their shirts off and in their underwear. I didn't feel comfortable doing it, so I didn't. Everyone called me a party pooper, I agree. I am the worst.



Sincerely mine,
XadrianX

Day 1.

I woke up this morning at 5:45 and started getting ready to leave on this "adventure" of 9 days. I met up with Nicholas at the storage place, my dad dropped me off. I wonder what he thinks about this, me leaving my job and all my responsibilites behind to play to a couple of kids in a small room and run myself into dept. It sounds terrible but I always look back on tour as times that I was glad to be out on the road and not in my house, or stuck in a redundent routine of work...and well, nothing else. I've side tracked too much...

Anyway, we ended up in Santa Barbara 30 minutes before the show started. There was a small turn out, but I expected it. The show was o.k. A few good friends, a few randoms. We played out of full stacks and it was destruction supreme on peoples ears. After the show we went to some 24 hour burrito place. I didn't get anything cause I didn't want to spend money till seattle. Tomorrow we go to Santa Cruz, we're playing a free show at a small cafe that's actually a house.

XXI.

Meant to let you down.

XX.

7 Generations practiced today and it we finally tied up two loose ends that we've been needing to tie up for a long time. We have one more song to finish and we are done writing. We are all excited on the outcome of this record and I can't wait to finally play shows again and tour.

This week I'm going to ask if I can get 2 weeks off to go on tour with our guitarist Kevans band, Restrained. 2 weeks up the west coast and back down. I hope all ends well and I hope I can go and get out of here and clear my head for a while.

As for 7 Generations, we discussed a touring schedule tonight and it looks a little something like this...

Spring - 1 week west coast tour.
Summer - Fly to the east coast for 2 weeks and tour with Verse.
Winter - Full U.S. tour for one month or so.

Just discussing those possibilities was exciting for me. I can't wait for this record to be out. I can't wait to tour. I can't wait to die.

Life is still a pigsty.
XadrianX

XIX

7 generations hasn't practiced in two weeks and i've been wanting to just get into the studio and record. i want to play shows. it's all that i have at this moment, and sadly it isn't much. through-out the days i get glimpses of hope that maybe things will pan out in the end, for everyone. everyone except the ones in the executive chairs of every multinational in this world. i've been reading again and it's given me hope for a better world...hope can only do so much in these days though. these little glimpses of hope i was referencing earlier always tend to be a precursor to something bad happening.


how did I know it was going to turn out like this? it always does. i hope you read this because i told you it was going to happen, exactly like i said it was going to happen.

"i'll never learn" - Steven Patrick Morrissey.

reperations.

i feel like i am just a finite object that everyone has in their life just once, and once it's over, it's over. when am i going to be infinite with people? am i going to stay in the same place while everyone is moving ahead or back? i just want to move a little, back or forward, enough to know that i'm not stuck. i'm tired of the small town dreams of getting out, of getting ahead. where does everyone want to go when they say they want to get ahead? do they want a secure future? do they want a 4 bedroom house with a nice picket fence? do they want...children? i dont want to be like my parents, i don't want to be like my siblings. stuck. i am a ghost, an illusion. i am yesterdays dream in todays sad, pathetic, and lonely reality.




"I am a ghost and as far as I know, I haven't even died." - Steven Patrick Morrissey