in keys of great

okay, so this gonna be my last entry for awhile, because who blogs every other day? honestly. this is more like a part II to the previous one...
I just wanted to ask you all out there, is it weird for being completely obsessed with your own music? Something you create from the ground up? I really can't describe how things are going at the moment. I mean, usually any typical artist creates something, may or may not like it, but have it out there to see what other people think about it. As for me, i've astounded myself this time around, and can't wait for you to hear what i've put a lot of time and work into(and a little bit of TLC)

::keys of eight::
An an arena, astrological, preppy, runway/modeling, life-story, sideprojectfromametalheadkid sound that will speak for itself.





also, i have a cat named Neo. he is the bomb.com

being wickedly moderate(a slight grin)

Sometimes I get fed up with musicians. "Hey, look at me and what I can do" or "Come check me out at yadayada.com/asdfjklp", when they're really not all that as they say they are. I'm going to leave you with this: If you like what hear from me, that's hard for me to believe. And if you don't, that's okay too. But I make music to make me happy. People have just sorta grown in with it.
This is my way of saying thanks to all. I never intended to get this far. Really. It's almost unfair.

This morning when I woke up watching a show called Hurl. It's where random people are selected to eat an enormous amount of food in a short time given, if lasted before throwing up, they spin in a wheel to try to throw up, but can't, for they win $1000 if they don't. I want to try it. I have a thing for flavors.


(And I used way too many similes and metaphors. I need to quit wasting so much. There are kids in this world who are desperately needing similes and metaphors, and here I am just...wasting. Uhh..)

-j

mountains

Being in Nashville, there's a lot of local comfort where i'm currently at right now(eastern side). The stores and people that's in them are mellow. Everyone is very laid back. No one is in a hurry to do much, but they're trying to get much done. The altitude is still a bit nausiating, but i'll adapt to that once i'm more used to it. Some things here are quite stranger though. Like for example, you could be going straight, decide to turn left, and it would be called Francis St.(for example), and if you would choose left, it's Parker St. And how driver's from Texas, that drive here, are much slower driver's than the one's from Texas that drive there in Texas. I still don't get how that works out, but hey, there's some things that just can't be explained. Kinda like scene kids.

Well, time to magnet a band and start booking shows.

road to success? try a highway...

I'm sitting here at my house in Henryetta, in an office, a few days away from leaving everything that I grew up with behind...homelife, school, friends, and the family I have here. To take on what will be my biggest challenge yet, and have the most missed part of my family there with me to endure it with. Growing up has definitely been this devious, sneaky, humble but unpleasant thief that decides what it wants to take away and give something different in return. I will, undeniably, miss every single person I've made friends with here in Oklahoma. I feel i've been known in so many areas, some definitely for the wrong, but most for the right, and it's a farewell. Almost like graduating again, but to musical extent. I've chosen this new life...no, it's chosen around me, and i'm just giving into it(finally...). There's no telling what kind of switches will flip once everything begins to settle when i've up and gone, but oh.....is it ever so exciting to go places you've never been, better yet, to live there.

jeremy