Saturday, January 29, 2011

Allow me to re-introduce myself...

My name is Miles, and as Kud tells everyone he introduces me to I'm a dick and not to be taken seriously. Not that I agree with that or anything, I happen to think I'm a genuinely nice guy, but I guess that's just me.
Anyway, moving on, I'm here to tell you right away that I probably disagree with you, for no reason really, I just like to see how much a person will defend an idea.
My idea is that Brunswick Georgia is about to blow the fuck up and We're here to provide a party for all the cast-outs and stow-aways, all the neglected and rejected, the men who beat off to the march of their own drummer, the girls who just wanna have fun.
In conclusion,

Monday, January 24, 2011

When Blinking Is Not an Option

january 24th 2011
on the jamz: motley crue - kickstart my heart

What's noticed by some is completely invisble to most.  Hidden between the cracks of false standards and expected manners lay the time of my life.  You have to be oblivious to what you're looking for to see what your destiny.  That's the difference between people who know what they want and people who want what they know.   Indifference pulls us together, but there's an obvious mental segregation between us and them.  The embodiment of stumbling drunkely onto your own fate is captivating beyond words.  So there lies the question, how to treat this ever so delicate situation?  It's not to handled lightly, but too much thought will have you pulled out to sea faster than you can blink your swollen eyes. 

To the careless, this comes all to easy; to the careful, this comes tragically.  It requires a specific blend of angst and apathy to tread these waters.  It's a trecherous path filled with skeletons in closets and lifes in hands but at the end of the tunnel are the answer to all our life long questions.  One question that will not be answered, how ever, is "how did we get here?".  If you can fully answer that question, than this rant is not for you.  The point is not to eradicate your past, but to drive so fast towards your future that the trip flies right past you.  You retain the general direction, but all the details are improvised.  Never live the same moment twice.


Thursday, January 20, 2011

James Van Der Freak

january 21 2011, 2:04 am
on the jams:  dire straights - on every street

the rules of attraction by the way of song
and who's to say what's right or wrong?
what's deemed unacceptable and inhumane
are usually the factors that drive us insane
when face to face to the loveliest of sin,
which of the elements has you giving in?
you're dealing with an unreasonable force,
it's a primitve need, for better or worse.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Imperial Boredom

Mylzbearshark will be gracing us with his written presence tomorrow for our second entry, but I thought I'd share this in the mean time! Our first post got about 60 views, which is awesome to the tits degree!  Give me some feedback!

There is so much more fun to the Dark side than meets the eye...

First Post: The Wonder Years

january 19th, 2011 3:30am
on the jams: creedence clearwater revival

This day and age, everything is digitally done or not done at all.  The once great outdoors, great sounds, and great times have been replaced with phone lines and power trips.  This evening, I'm feeling rather nostalgic so I'd like to give praise to a better time.

The "InYour Face" D.I.Y era that rolled in some of the most defining music of our generation.  It was a time when every punk you ran into was a walking street team with a fist full of fliers.  Weekend warriors and part time people that paved the way for our slipping interpretation of all that is rock and roll.  This work hard, play harder work ethic has been replaced with text messages and facebook orgies that depersonalize everything I worked for.  Don't get me wrong, we use these tools to their fullest extent, I can even happily say I've made some money off your beloved facebook...but it wasn't always there, and it wasn't always that easy.

I'm going to hit you with some truth...Times are a changin'.  Our little world turned 21 on January first, and we are gonna rock this 21st century  birthday til the end of the world!  That could be highly realistic if you believe in all that jazz..we've taken it upon ourselves to restore this scene with a deadly, epic, ambitious force.  Welcome back, party animals.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Captains Log

Greetings bears, sharks, friends and any twisted combination of them.  In an effort to keep our website at as interactive as possible, I've opted to do this blog a few times a week.  Expect immediate production,  I'll have some words and associated noises for you later tonight!  In other news,  Lesbearshark is still a total queer bag idiot looser.