Song Lyric talk (Hollow, Blowing, Dr Denial)

HOLLOW

 I send Jamie, the new singer, the track Hollow with my vocals to show how I want him to sound.  Do me but better. He never changes the lyrics while we recording, because I'm paying him not too.

    I found this one change interesting: the lyrics are “Its getting a little HARD here in Montana.” (I’m doing like a Taken the movie themed song, (lazy ideas at this point). Jamie changes it to, “Its getting a little HOT here in Montana.” Which has nothing to do with the lyrics story theme wise. Our characters are going through a HARD time in the state of Montana because their daughter is missing. 

    Someone may have asked Jamie if it was about the fictional character Hannah Montana. I didn't ask him. But he may have been worried it was, which makes both lyric choices sick. 

    I had a coworker who had a story of when he was in Montana, he took a days long journey to find a Dinosaur egg with his dad. The tribe leaves the eggs right out in a desert spot as a reward for your long travel. His story more interesting then the song. Its a little weird to sing a song about a dinosaur egg with your daddy.

BLOWING SMOKE 

The first band before the new stuff, considered "Blowing Smoke" the best song, but doing that song live, it was boring. Too many acoustic songs, for an alt rock band. Slow songs are fine if the audience knows the songs, its a packed house and they have their cell phones waving.

    It also sounds less boring live if I play the synth part while the back up guitarist plays the main rift.  Some times I ran out of time to set up the synth, or it wasn't loud enough through my guitar amp. One time, I just forget. Oh, my synth is right there in front of me. Play it at the end of the song.

Lets talk the Music video:

I tell the director I need something for this song in music video form to visual music. Do whatever you want. I'll splice in real band member footage. He sends me two teenagers riding bikes in the above video. This mean's he listened the first 5 seconds of the song and made an entire video off of it.

    A little close to the Arcade Fire video for me, but different enough. I like the video, it works. I think somebody doesn't realize that video was made when I was in my 20's, also I'm only in my 30's now. Also if its an adult riding bikes (could be funny), less meaningful. Why are adult riding bikes if not working out?

    "This music video is about two tourists riding bikes in the country side on vacation for my alt rock band."

    Some older lady listens to the song and thinks all the songs are going to be like this. Turns the song off at the "and I want it to happen again". You take out that line! The chorus is meaningless! Re-pressing the memories of a tragic incident, doesn't have to be what you think it is. People get hit by cars.

    I'm sure someone one covering song if ever took off, would change that one part. It lose the edge. You pussy.

This music video became little sad for me recently, because when my car got repo'ed from me being poor, I was riding a bike around town. I was the neighborhood older bike guy doing errands. It is fun to ride a bike around if there are things to look at. Trying to get a six pack so I can take my shirt off on stage.

DR DENIAL

    The song is about Amanda Feldman. She was a an actress that jumped from a building in New York saying "I'm going to be the Next James Dean or Marlin Monroe!" Later on, I think I googled her name and it said she was thrown out a window. Both stories are tragic, one is bad-ass which is what I liked. Only half what she says works as lyrics. A popular name which is in a lot of lyrics that I guess you have google words individually and not whole lyrics before publishing. "Those two words, forgot or didn't know was in this poplar song. I think the name of this person might like what they did better." 

One time I was in New York, I find the hotel in New York where she jumped from, which is green and a few stories up high. Its creepy style hotel with a doorman. Its weird because people are walking around about their business and i'm looking at the spot where her body landed. The energy is amp'ed for me because the story and song. To everybody else they are moving about their day.

   

Soul Splitter II book

SOUL SPLITER 2 - (under a different pen name)

It’s 2013, I'm trying to do a side hustle as an editor for a paranormal site. I'm fixing articles and looking for places to check out or inspiration on stories. I come across a ghost legend in Lima, Peru: 

A newscaster in the 70's walks into an abandoned building with a camcorder and becomes insane after he see's something. Later on, that building he went into became a closed down forgotten Electronic Store... 

 

I’m thinking my take on this book story, would be an adventure story to find that camera footage inside that electronic store. See what’s on that film reel. I'll have the Character’s try to sneak into the Lima news studio building where they will look for the film reel of that news anchor. They want to see what made him go insane and if any video proof of spirits or what he saw.

    Anything in my early twenties I consider practice, so I'll sum this book up quick here. There also was a first Soul Splitter book, which has nothing to do with this one. Both have story elements and scenes I like, which I will use them for scrap parts.

The above cover I made, and I think is better then the one I used on Amazon. For the sequel cover, I had a guy illustrate it, Dave Groshelle. I'm sure when he started to read the copy I sent him, he closed the book after a few pages.  I like both covers, both covers are better then books.

HUMBERTO VERA

I’m researching this Peru ghost story for the book I'm going to write and it looks like the news anchor Humberto Vera, has written his own book about his personal experience of how he went insane. His book came out in the 90's and is about his paranormal experiences and poems he wrote.

    I’m trying to get a copy of his book, and there are only 4 college libraries in the world that have one each a copy of this book. I'm in talks with one college in Washington to see if I can buy it, and they say I have to be a student borrowing it on site.  One college library is in Australia, Alaska, and then one is the states. My mom, a couple months later is driving past the college in the states, that has a copy of Humberto's book. I ask her if she can scan the book and send me a PDF.

    I get this PDF and the book is all in Spanish. I’m using different translators software so I can read it. The software works fine, the paragraphs can be jumbled, but I can still get what he's doing. He doesn't say what he see's in the building! Had my mom scan a hundred pages for nothing and some nice poems.

The end of the book he’s says “There are such things such as Goblin’s and Faries... Ghosts… its all real...” - Humberto Vera. Maybe translated back to Spanish its different, but if I can read that, you can too.

I threw that translated PDF of “El Cazador de fantasmas” online. (Can’t find it at the moment). The book cover is a cartoon drawing of the News-caster Humberto in a scary scene.

Later on, books suck, because you spend a year writing one, then you go to the movies and notice something similar. Then you cry in the movie theater bathroom. Then you go home and re-do your story. There's a gap of time when I just gave up books to do music. (Better for it)

    I ended up ripping out the pages of the hard cover book, because I wrote about some occult things I'm probably not allowed to write about. No one else has. I had the poster of the cover on my wall till I realized it wasn't something good enough to be on a wall.

Now I can sleep from attacks from wizards.

This past winter, I'm working a job and this co-worker tells me she's from Peru. I get my stupid smile. 

    "Have you been to that haunted Electronic store in Lima or heard of it?" I asked.

    "That place is... nothing. It's a ghost story to scare the local students of the city."

She then recommends to me that there our haunted abandoned highway tunnels near the Lima Peru jungle, where all the cool explorers go. Our conversation ended when I asked if monkey's run about and if your getting coffee they like steal your mug. Need to work on my girl talk.

GUESSING THE MOVIE!!!!

    Around the same time I finish this book, I saw that some one in South America was making a movie about this same story. Just throw my laptop out. Is it bugged? "Is there a fucking camera in my room?" Neighbor watching me take all my stuff to the trash. (Have done this multiple times)

    When I saw the poster for this movie they were filming, it was a pixelated photograph of the electronic store. The people making the movie are living in Peru, so I assume they will use the real location. The plot wasn't up, and I don't care enough to look up the plot. I like to guess what it would be...

 PLOT 1 THEORY

 A family in Peru in current time, is renting a room above the haunted electronic store. Ghost mess with the family till they run out into the streets of Lima. Maybe an old news anchor Humberto is sitting on a bench laughing them at the end of the movie.

PLOT 2 THEORY

The TV crew station is concerned that their famous News Anchor Humberto, is in a mental institution after doing a ghost piece on the electronic store. The sound guy for the news team and hot intern break into the electronic store to see what he witnessed. 

PLOT 3 THEORY

American guy who did too much research on the haunted Electronic store ghost story, decides to head down to Peru and video record a night stay there. He goes to check out the haunted highway tunnels his co-worker told him about. He gets robbed, because the tunnels is where they rob people. American guy soon finds out, Peru is so dangerous that it doesn't matter whats inside that Electronic building, how is he going to get out of Peru.... 

Hollywood Wax Museum / OZ ski-resort

THE WAX MUSEUM KNOCK

Up until I watched a ghost shows, I would ignore any knocks on the walls. "The ghost is communicating with you, look around the room for what it wants you to know..."

    I’m walking alone through a wax museum in Hollywood. I get to a room the size of racket ball court where the I Dream of Jeanie wax figure is sitting in an crossed leg position. I would have put her wax figure in the center of this large room and not to the side. Maybe there was another 1960’s TV character that is a Witch that was in this other space. Maybe it came to life and walked out without telling the staff. Taking a ride over to the Chateau Marmont where she sat by the pool with checking out craft ideas on Etsy on her phone.

    If it was Gilligan wax figure who was here. If he came to life maybe he's ordering too many burgers at Carl's Jr that the staff can't keep up. Messing with a tiktok video's lighting rig. Maybe he walks into the other wax museum and just becomes a wax figure other there. Nobody would question it.

    Its also silent in this room. I want to know what wax personality is over in that exciting room? Can I even take a selfie with the lights. (Sign how you know someone doesn't go to clubs or EDM parties)
    I hear a loud knock on the ceiling above me, and look around to see no one else is with me. I’m scared. A spirit of the Hollywood Wax Museum is trying to tell me something. I look around the room again. "Do I go to Coco Beach, Spirit? Is Coco Beach real or just in I dream TV show universe?"

    This knock ghost story I would have said as a ghost tour guide in Hollywood!

 My tour probably would have been too informative of old Hollywood, maybe complain about old TV shows like when Mary Tyler Moore gets a phone call from a salesman. In this episode she’s flirting with the salesman like she forgot she’s married. This is the 1950’s, I didn't know they did that back then. The tone is about to switch to a thriller because the salesman voice is The Hitchcock Hour level. 

    One guy in my tour just leaves, no tip. Gives me a chance to see if my Wing Stop order is ready on my phone while the group watches him storm off.

    "When can we see the haunted Mirror where Monroe appears inside the hotel?" A tourist in the group asks me.

    "Can't go inside, touched the Monroe mirror too many times waiting for the ghost to appear. Security is on to me." 

    A homeless guy in this area did try and mess with me by following me to my car once. If I did these tours, I would have to pay him so he wouldn't shout at my guest. "See any ghost yet!"

ALIENS AT MY UNCLES HOUSE

I’ve always like my uncle, he’s the funny joke uncle. I realized recently he doesn’t like anything I talk about that's not normal. I bring up my testosterone problem and he gives me a PSA to not to believe everything on I read on the internet.  My other Uncle, he lets me talk about ghost stories, the occult and the paranormal like its casual conversation for a wedding in front of the other guest.
    I’m living at the jokey uncle's house and its about a month in when I notice something weird. The treadmill has a window that looks out into the suburbs. I want everyone to see i'm getting in shape, even the UPS lady. One night, I walk past the work out room from the shower and notice bright lights outside the window near the treadmill. It looks like two huge spotlights are hovering over the neighbor across the streets house.

I don't have a tablet pen, but those circles are the size of the lights and the position they are in. The rocket next to the houses is what I think it could be.

    Theory is some alien is monitoring all the good citizen's in this area. I've been at my uncles house as a kid, I've never seen this before. I've left his house at night many times. My uncle is getting home from work at night, maybe the aliens forgot to turn on the cloaking device and left the spotlights on. The new alien working shifts here wasn't taught all the control functions yet.

    Below the spotlights is a house. I watched as lights in a strobe flicker movement coming from the garage. It looks like somebody is being electrocuted... is the first thought. Then it could just be a guy playing violent video games, or watching any action movie where they use guns and not fists. Maybe the alien is playing the video games and forgot to turn off the lights.

    I can’t peak through the window of the house to see if I need to call the police, when its just a strobe flicking light. When I was 16, I did walk around the streets of my small town at night. I'm looking for something I'm not supposed to see. I'm in my questing what you have been taught phase. Could have been working on hobbies, but you are getting cardio in at night in the summer.

   I passed an Elk lodge. I didn't know what I would see in those windows, a Mason lodge would be a Grand Wizard duel, what the Elk's are up to I don't know. Peaked through the window to see some guys in their 50's playing foos-ball and soda from can's.

    The next day I'm at my Uncles, I’m looking around the suburbs on my Uncles bike, because I don’t have a car. I’m looking for some kind of large tower or power plant. I don't see anything tall enough or anything in the backyard of that house.
    I wait till night time hits, and I drop my phone from filling out job applications to check on the spotlight situation. Those two balls of lights are back above the house across the street. I’m already the guy in the neighbor-hood selling things on online for my uncle. I can’t be wondering around with a camera and light on the front lawn aiming a camera at the houses. I think the neighbors think I'm drug dealer. Drug dealers don't ride bikes. (Good ones. Wait, cool ones.)  

    I don’t want to tell my uncle because he’s the not paranormal uncle and he’s mad I didn’t use up the last peanut butter jar before throwing it away. I walk outside and look at these spotlights. Nobody seems to also be outside walking around looking at them. Most homes have their lights off.

    Day 3 of the spotlights issue. I ride my bike to Guitar Center to pick up a certain type of guitar string that I couldn't get at the other small chained guitar store. This guitar string has the double-ball ends on both sides. I need it for my travel guitar which doesn't have a spot to wrap the strings on the knobs.

    I can’t find the double-ball string on the racks, and the cashier expert thinks it doesn't exist. I can get it on Amazon I tell him, but you should have it! He closes the Guitar Center gate as I leave, that's enough customers for the night. I head to gas station for a snack which is still open. Eating a protein cookie, because i'm biking. (Tip for you.)

    I hear some under produced 90's hip-hop song. Usually anything you hear in public is a hit unless its played from some guys boombox or car. I bike over and see these adults standing in line for 90's night. Can't go in, i'm sweaty. Don't want to lock my bike up in this area. There's a difference from riding a bike in the night then the day. It feels forbidden, like I can explore the area more then in a car. Swing by an Elk lodge on the way, maybe let me play foos-ball with them.

    I want to see these spotlights from a different angle. I get to the street 40 minutes later, its weird there's no ghost out. All these ghost stories I read about, never see any at night. I'm tired and look up above the houses near my uncle's.

     Nothings in the sky. No bright lights. Alien in ship probably: “Adult human on bike, better turn on the cloaking for our ship over this suburban area." Somebody showed him the controls.

I think my Uncle has an Alien issue continued / The OZ Ski-Resort

If you some how stumbled across this blog on the internet, I wanted to update you on the weird stuff going on at my uncles house. My uncle was helping his nephew who is in his 30's getting back on his feet after losing everything, which is... me. If he punches me at this coming thanksgiving, then somebody sent him them link to this blog. Meanwhile, there are still sometimes bright lights across the street. That's all you need to know...

    I'm cooking tofu, which I think taste like eggs. Nobody tells you that or maybe you would eat it. I would look over past the kitchen to see where he's watching TV in the living room. He'll watch like a HBO show but then some time's he's watching full seasons of a TV that I don't think your supposed to watch. It's not advertised, I think somebody just wanted to make a TV show to give people work. 

INT - ALABAMA SWAMP

EMS arrives on scene in the swamp where a boat has crashed to the shore. Nobody else is around. The two sexy uniformed men step out of the ambulance and their headlights aimed at the boat that is half in the muddy water.

HENRY EMS GUY 1

Dispatch, I got no body here

HENRY says into his walkie-talkie.

FEDERICK EMS GUY 2

Hey, we got batteries? My flashlight is dying here

HENRY 

It's a USB charged flashlight

FEDERICK 

Oh, I just push it it into the car cigerate outlet then to charge?

FEDERICK watches as his flash light flickers over the muddy water 

HENRY

You know this boat belongs to bait and tackle

owner in town. Not sure if he lent it out

HENRY rubs his shoe on the side of the boat to move the mud and see it says 

"Belongs to EMS team"

FEDERICK

Hey, is that our boat?

HENRY

We don't have boats, that's the swamp coast guards

I don't know what this is

FEDERICK

Do we just leave now?

Nobody is here

 

The two EMS employees hear rustling in the woods. HENRY moves his flashlight towards the noise. White light from the eyes of an Alligator peaking its nose out of the leaves looking back at the two.

UNCLE

Please throw your testosterone booster bottles into the recyclable

UNCLE says to ME running on the treadmill

ME

Sorry

UNCLE

Good show, right?

ME

I don't know

UNCLE leaves room and dog pokes his nose at my leg as I run on the treadmill.

ME

No, I'll walk you later.  The neighbors think its weird I

 go outside too much. Everybody my age should have a car

and not be walking down the street. 

I look at the TV as the two EMS men get back into the ambulance. The Alligator slinks back into the muddy water wagging it tail around.

FEDERICK

Is this the USB charger?

FEDERICK tries to push the flashlight into the radio making the station channels change. The tv show switchs to a commercial for the Wizard of Oz comes on the TV, not sure what this 1940’s movie is promoting at the moment. The commercial has a scene where Dorthy shake's Toto’s paw. I look over at my uncle's dog whom I’m babysitting in the living room. I walk over and try to recreate the scene by giving a hand shake to  the dog. "We're going to do that thing on the TV that Dorthy did," I say to the dog.

    At live shows I used to make a joke during tuning sting time, because I didn’t realize stand up jokes are confusing for concerts: “Johnny Ramone is buried near the dog who played Toto in the Wizard of Oz, which is ironic because The Ramones didn’t want to be buried in a Pet Cemetery...” Got a pitty laugh once, the next time silence. Sorry band, got to update the in-between tuning material.

I’m driving through North Carolina and I stop by at gas station across from the giant green Bass Pro shop Pyramid in Tennessee. I walk out of this gas station eating a hot dog and look at that green Pyramid. Its night-time so its lit up and is almost glowing its emerald color. Probably shouldn’t go in, I owe them credit card debt in the thousands spent on music gear and pre-made food since I thought the world was going to end. More afraid I’m not going to be let out of the place.

     The Wizard of Oz ski resort is on the way and I know its closed down, but I’ll just drive by. When I was in high school, I came across it when I was looking up abandon locations. It was too far away at the time. So 15 years later I would finally investigate...

     It’s 3 am and I’m driving through a village where all the stores are cabin like with snow on the roofs. You pass by the mountain at the bottom of the Oz ski resort and at night with the spotlights on the snowy hill. Its erie since nobody else is around and the town looks abandoned.
    I go to an open gas station in the village, too late for the clerk to roll some hot dogs or I would continue my habit. I see some construction workers get out a chainsaw from their truck. They start cutting down this tall tree for no reason as its not falling over or in the way. I think it could hit the gas station. How narcissistic to think your getting a metaphor in the middle of the night.
    I start driving up the hill to OZ, and I'm passing by all these hotel’s, cabin’s and I’m assuming winter rentals. Most of these cabin’s don’t have lights on, so it looks like a zombie scene, where everybody left their cars with snow on the windshields as my headlights hit them.

    I keep driving up this hill for twenty minutes till I get to the top of the mountain and see the wooden door with ‘OZ’ on it. My hi-beams are aimed at it. The yellow brick road goes around the mountain right past those doors, but somebody has a house with their lights on up here. I'll make it quick.

     I drive past the OZ door and see the chairlifts, which have icicles hanging down from them. It looks like the park is frozen over. 

7 month’s later, I’m working a job and I’m talking to a customer. He’s talking about how he ski's, and I asked him if knows about the Wizard of Oz ski-resort. He closes his mouth, turns around and walks off.  I'm not sure what this guy knows about that place.

Paranormal encounters & practicing music in the woods...

GAS STATION PAYBACK

 

 Never got that California dream job, so now I'm in line at a gas station in small town of a Southern State.  I am paying in cash, because this place has overcharged me before.  The current employee of the day at the cash register peaked my interest as I'm standing two people back.

"A man got his arms chopped off by machete, here in town..." the cashier says to a customer in front of me. She also got the date wrong by one day if were doing a Friday the 13th scene, because its the Monday the 12th. I assume she's saying it to everybody that comes in here. Its the local town gossip and nothing else going on.

I leave and don't even look up this event, because if its in the news the town will be talking about it for a while. I assume it will be one Facebook post in my news feed. I only think about this machete thing a little too much, because I have been to Camp Crystal Lake before. Now, I didn't get into the camp to see the lake, because there were guard dogs.

     I head down to that gas station for a follow up on the Wednesday 14th. I needed to make sure I didn't walk into a Friday the 13th movie franchise. Now movie rules, those events in the movie would be real. Like when Jason took a guy in a sleeping bad and swung it against a tree. No CNN article about that as I check my phone. I'm in the real world. When you don't have a job, you go a little nuts.

    I walk into the gas station and don't pick up anything to purchase. I go to the cashier and tell her about what the other employee said in front of me two days ago.
"Yeah, the machete incident was over at the church down that street," she's talking to me and she's serious. I feel worried because the way she's talking is that it was real and not a prank. The last real incident was that a local store near town blew up. Theory was that it was an insurance scam, but I have checked to see if there was fertilizer sold in there before. I did go into that store to ask if they had fertilizer once, just to clear up any local town theories that it was really an accident. "Its cool, I'm doing a bad verison of Fletch."

      I leave the store feeling a little concerned that now there's a cartel problem in town, and I'm the guy snooping in their business. Before I had a car, I was the guy on a bike riding through town, which is an issue if there a large swords swinging about.
  The employee did give me two details. I can talk to a fireman or I go investigate the church where it happened at. Maybe something is still at the crime scene that's interesting for this blog post. A hockey mask left behind on the church's pew. Pastor thought it was the youth pastors.

     I go down that road and look for that church. I'm the character in the movie who doesn't need to be involved at this point, but I want to wrap up this story because I'm unemployed am just going back home to watch Hulu.

   I drive about ten minutes on that road till the first church appears. This church is not interesting because it looks nice and like all the other churches in the area. All with a small cemetery out front. I see a car in the parking lot on this 5PM, Wednesday the 14th.

    I'm sitting in my car, thinking of what possible reason I could bother the pastor, when I should go home. I have no esculated the situation.

     I open the church door which is unlocked and noticed that in the church is no one is inside. There's no noise any where. There's stairs that go down to the basement, and I think at this point I'm trying to make a movie scene when I'm not a character and there's no camera. There is a surveillance camera, that I need to go and back to erase why I was snooping in cartel business.

     I'm about to go downstairs, when I see the pastor walk up the steps. He's friendly, but I would be a little concerned some guy has entered the church. I tell him what I know about machete thing, and I tell him this is not in the news, which is a concern for me.

  The pastor, he very calm to me. He explains it was real, but it wasn't in this church. He also informs me it was a knife stab fight, with no arms missing. (These details did end up being in the news later on looking it up).

    I asked the pastor if he needs any church help, which is a mistake, since I need a job that pays. He says they do homeless potlucks, and I said since I've been homeless before, maybe I could help out. He tells me there's homeless people living in the woods who come to the potluck. This concerned me.  

    I tell him I've been in all the surrounding woods in the area, because I have to keep switching guitar/singing practice spots. I even got warned by the local pizza shop employee who was getting in the car to make a delivery: "Hey, I wouldn't go in those woods. There's trail cams in them."

    I explain to the pastor, that I don't want to bother my roommates with my off key vocals so I went into the woods to practice music. I now have a car, so I can practice there instead.  I then told him, "I've never seen any homeless people or tents in those woods." 

    

  PARANORMAL STORIES - PART 1 - Music practice in the woods

 
I continue bothering the pastor, "I think I've seen a drone in the woods. A ball of red and then white light zooming towards me. I flashed my camera phone's light at it and it vanished. Now, I've seen almost every season of most ghost shows, so ghost orbs are considered dust sometimes. Red is interesting, maybe a sniper scope..."   

    Hunter in the woods: "I got a guy playing guitar and singing. Sometimes off key... nope not a homeless guy living out here in the woods. Looks hipster-ish?"

     I end the conversation with the pastor by saying: I may follow up on potluck and sniff out any paranormal stories from these homeless guys. "Warn them about the red dot I saw."

About two weeks later, I'm talking to my mom and she tells me there's a drone company in town. I don't know if they sell drones, but they are close to the woods where I saw one. "Just testing my drone's at 6 AM in these woods nearby."

     Now that building has a huge parking lot, which never has any cars in it. I wanted to park to play guitar in the parking lot, but didn't because of the 'no tress-passing signs'. Its funny, most of these woods don't have those no tress-passing signs, but that drone building behind the chain fence does.
 

GUITAR PLAYING IN THE WOODS

   
So to get my vocals ready for the upcoming live shows, I didn't have a practice space. I went into all the woods around me each time I practiced. My car got repo'ed and I can't drive to a sound-room, nor did I have money for it.

    Its also winter time and I can only practice guitar for 20 minutes because its under 20 degrees. My gloves have the ends cut off so I feel those guitar frets till they go numb. I would walk as far from my living space and go into these thick wooded area's. I do a little practice and then go back into my tent. I'm checking my phone since my hands are cold.

     I hear running towards my tent. I'm like "I'm not doing anything weird in here!" I yell before I fall out of the tent into the snow. I flash my flashlight around the trees. Its past midnight and there is nothing there. I look for foot prints, but there was only mine... There was weight to running of the footsteps and crunching. I could hear them. Not sure why there are no footprints...

    You don't have to believe this part, maybe think of it as a creepypasta. Maybe use it as research in an eye witness case for your youtube video.

 

I tell a coworker about the snow crunching in the woods, with no foot prints. The co-worker doesn't care, he's on his phone. They are also confused as to why I'm going into the woods. Now I have to tell him I play music, which last time I told a co-worker what I did, they get embaressed because I'm not successful. 

    A few weeks go by and its past midnight again in a different wooded area. I'm on my cell phone in my tent, check email for another job, before I'm doing another quick practice. I hear somebody is running towards my tent. I yell: "I'm doing work!"
I can hear breathing outside my tent for about four secs. I say: "hey doing work... in here... nothing weird..." I zip open the TENT, and slowly with the guitar ready to hit what-ever's there, I see that nobody's is there. No foot prints like before, only mine. I proceed to tell another coworker and they also do not care. "Got a work shift with the guy who like's ghost stories and goes into the woods.

New living place, no car, still going into the woods. This time its warm and there's a river by my woods. I'm just light strumming away, when I see two men on a boat, using a motor to drift by. They don't look at me and disappear on the other side of the woods. I can't see them, but I heard their anchor plop.

    Twenty minutes into my practice, I start to sing about the legality of drones filming and how if you tell me what's really going on, I promise not to tell anyone. I forget the fisherman are there. I'm also singing questionable lyrics that don't sound good on acoustic guitar, but are funny with distortion.

    I hear the motor the of the boat start and they pull up to the shore. I start picking up my gear and running away. Whatever I was singing about, they needed to talk to me. I never heard them talking in their boat, and they never said "Hey, we need to talk to you about those questionable lyrics."  I'll I hear is the trees rustling as their trying to find me. They couldn't get through the trees since they were too thick.

        I ran to another part of the river, and eventually when they motored by. They didn't look at me or explain why they tried to enter into the woods to speak with me. "Just some fisherman going by..." I sing to them.

HELL'S BRIDGE

I’m a college drop out in the mid 2000's and ghost hunting shows are the biggest thing to watch on TV. Didn't care about ghost before and it now became an extra thing I think about.

     I’m getting in my car with my buddies and we’re heading down to every paranormal location we can find for fun on a website or old forum. We put the metal music or techno on and arrive at the location like a transition in any good 90's horror movie, or bad 90's horror movie.

    My buddy Steve, who likes to make movies, his girlfriend and a emo chick I meet on Myspace (true). We head 4 hours down to Hell’s Bridge in Michigan. 

    The legend says that the devil laughs at midnight on the Hells bridge. Now I don’t know if that is worth driving four hours for or why the devil is on this bridge in the middle of no where. We’re limited on paranormal locations with gas money and why isn't the bridge in Hell Michigan?
    We get to the area of the bridge past midnight, so we missed the devil's laugh. There's also legends of ghost children who drowned in the river under the bridge that will manifest before you.

    We park at this fence in the woods and we’re not even sure where the Hell’s bridge is using our Mapquest directions. The girls in our car say, “we’re too scared, lets go home.” At first, Steve and I were furious. I think I stepped out of the car to cool off for wasting four hours. 

    Night is still good, singing to all our pop punk songs on the way back home. It would take 14 years before I see that Hell's bridge is on the way to some where I'm going. Maybe I check in on that Myspace chick since I'm also in the area. I assume she's married with kids by now. She was interesting because she live out in the middle of now where, so it was I assume hard to meet people, which is why she's meeting strangers on Myspace.

    Its snowing outside, the roads are icy and I pull up to the woods around 10 PM. I first notice that our directions were wrong all those years ago, so we would have never found the bridge. I was mad for nothing.

      So now, I'm at the real location. I’m walking through the woods while its snowing. Ducking under branches and crunching built up in the snow with my sneakers.

    I get to the bridge and its short, looks like somebody put a flat metal sheet across the stream of water. Its full of snow. I can’t walk across the bridge because I’ll slip and fall into the stream, just like all the children who drowned there.  Its not funny that man in his 30's spent time to go and communicate with ghost kids.

    I listen for a cackling deep laugh, but its not midnight yet. Looking at the bridge with the snow falling all around me, it is cinematic. If you just saw the bridge with no backstory, it wouldn't be cinematic.

    The reason the children died is because their parents didn't pay their debt. Which is ironic, because at one point I stopped paying my bills and my car a month from now, is going to get repo'ed. I could be like those kids swaying down the road till they jumped into the river to their death.

    I go back to the car and put on some no vocal trance, because Steve liked that for our adventures. I’m driving for a little bit and see a building called Fisk. I give a deep laugh (its not midnight) because that’s the name of the guy who drowned all the kids in the stream. I think his name is spelled Fisk or Frisk, but I look it up later. Its Friske. Which is about right for a guy who drowns the townsfolk. "He's a Friskie one, that guy."

    Now I saw saw that there is a 'Friskie' Farm Market 2 hours away. That's not what I saw.

    I'm getting a tire repair and walk into the restroom in the shop while waiting. I look at the poster above the toilet and it saw Fisk. It was tire brand.

THE SCREEN PLAY OFFER

This Hollywood producer, or guy living in California who has money.... he says he money. He does have an IMDB, so he was going to give me a shot with a screenplay. He didn't like my book but he wanted a horror screenplay, he told me he could possibly sell it, if it was good. I ended up thinking I was being conned, because his IMDB no longer exists.

    So the first screenplay idea I have for this producer, I want to give him a story based on my all time favorite ghost legend. Nobody has done their take on the ghost story, because it doesn't work as movie. Its also similar to a blockbuster motion picture....

     The legend is: people were seeing skeleton’s in pirate gear digging up for treasure on this beach in Virginia. I assume from ghost lore, you look at them too long and they vanish. There are houses on the beach, I need to see the Ring cam footage. I put my ring cam aimed right at the ocean for anything strange happening at this beach.

    You should go read all the good well edited blogs about "Old House Woods Virginia." One guy has a post (you can google it, too many copy and pasting of the same stories to shift through at 4 am). A skeleton pirate put a sword up to this guys throat. The guy rolled down his window to speak to the ghost pirate. Why he is at the beach at night anyway, I don't know. Does he live in a beach house? The post made it seem like he just got off work, but he's coming from the beach.

     I think the blog post said the ghost pirate asked him "Which way to the nearest town?" This means the ghost here have memory loss or he's a new ghost. You also can't walk to town from this beach, it would take like three hours.

    Why do I like this place? The legend is too silly. Its the mid 2000's, i'm reading comments on forums and this one has the most comments. People are going and saying some ball of light walking along the beach started beating up his car. There's a pirate ship that flies over the beach.

       I was like, I need to go see what's going on here. I went many times and saw nothing. I sometimes would bury old objects on the beach to mess with people. Got an old pocket watch, just put sand over it.

    I would drive up to this place on occasion take anybody who would join me to randomly put a shovel in the dirt looking for the lost treasure those skeletons are looking for. Until one time, I'm there at 3 am, and waiting to have is a ghost pirate encounter which is adult themed then seeing a ghost kid encounter.

    I had a one of those treasure fishing magnets and it got stuck on something in the pond water next to the road before you hit the beach. Maybe you’ll find it. I also don’t want to give away my cool date spots, but the beach is sort of isolated if you go at a non busy time. Hope the ghost pirates aren't sexy, I got Carl's Jr from in town, for my date.
     I get to the beach at 3 AM, my night-vision camera isn’t that powerful enough so I’m not getting any good footage. I sit there on the sand for an hour to the hear the waves. The waves are black, but the moonlight gives it a little shimmer. (My dictionary app for better words then shimmer is not opening)
    At one point, my phone's screen lights up revealing where I am located. Looks like a boat is coming towards the shore, which means I need to run out of here before the coast guards scolds me. I'm younger in this story.

        This boat heading towards me, it looks like the boat split in two. I have to make a drawing of what I see, because it looks like two people are ski-ing.

The guy on the ski is holding a lantern or a candle above him. There’s two of that thing zipping around the ocean. After 20 minutes I just left. I tried flashing my phone’s light at it to come to shore, nothing. Maybe you can use that for your research, first hand eye witness account.

THE WITCHEY WOLVES

“There’s... something witchey going on...” - I sometimes like to say

Use the above chart for reference so I don't have to explain the different creatures in Michigan, not because I don't want too. It is boring to read.

One of the buddies I used to go on adventures with is Jared. He was the guy we had a little bit of soft rock Christian band going on at one point. He didn’t like the ghost hunting, he liked creatures and abandoned places. Both of which are dangerous and jail fines.
    We drive four hours to the Omar Planes, this was before podcasts, so the rides were all the megabytes used up on the iPod. Steve's not here, so no techno, we can do all Christian rock for our spooky adventure. 

    The legend of Omar is: Native American ghosts that died here, can turn into solid shaped wolves that stand up and attack people. Jared approved this trip since its still half a creature. Ghost he didn't like since ghost can follow you home like what you learn on the Haunted Mansion ride with the Hitch Hiker holograms.

    I am with Jared driving on grass in the woods of the Omar Planes. We park and are walking around. We get howling from wolves on our camera. Could just be normal wolves, so no need to see if he still has the footage.
    Before we went, we did research and found this one Youtube video I can no longer fine. It was a family of ghost hunters who set up camp in those Omar woods. The video is winter time and it looks like the production is them trying to make a TV show with a decent production.

    We learn in that in this Youtube video, that hunters don’t stay out at night in the woods because they get attacked by the Witchey Wolves. The guy with a gun isn't staying in the woods, don't know what they wolves are going to do when they see my Flip camera. (You don't need to know what that is.)
    The kid in the video, catches an audio recording of some Native American chanting. Nothing else happens, but that family decides to take it to a priest. Why? I don't know. 

    The kid is playing back the audio to the priest on a laptop, doesn't feel like they did two takes for this Youtube video, because the kids look bored. The priest nods his head while the audio plays. He looks at the family: “Wrong tribe. Those Native American's never lived in that area. That spirit has done a poor research for his impersonation." This spirit didn't use google translate.
    With the video informing us of a mimic spirit or that there are skin-walkers in these woods, we leave for the night to head into those woods. As we leave with nothing happening, I'm driving down this dirt road. Something is wrong with the back of my car so I stop to park. Jared is looking through the CD's, I got all the good Christian rock band's in CD case.

    I go to the back of the car and kneel down to check the tire. I hear breathing in a panting formation behind me. It is close, but no breath on my neck. I don’t remember why I’m bending down, maybe we hit something. I stand up and the breathing is gone. I look around and only hear the engine of our along with crickets. 

     As a test, I bend back down and hear that breathing again. I say something to Jared and he gets out of the car. The breathing stops and I stand back up. There's no tree branch's snapping as if somebody is running away and Jared didn't see anything. 

    Now if you read the last blog post where I’m playing guitar in the woods. Its the same breathing on my tent like it was the Omar Planes I didn’t tell you were those woods where I played guitar or how close they were to the Omar planes. If I tell you how close they were to the Omar planes I dox myself. I've been too so many ghost places I forgot about that breathing.
    I can't go back to my old job to check those woods again, security was mad I was eating Ramen noodles in the parking lot when I had quit.  Had to try and get the job back. 

(I can always take a camera guy there....)
 

 

    

A Haunt Without End band History wiki

(Heads up! When I get money, I'll have an editor make it perfect)

All you need to know is above, because this is a nothing little band project. If anything should happen, I have this hot and ready. 

BAND 'STORIES'

(lessons, fails, adventures)

    Now, if you like to read band stories on your lunch break at work, I'm going to share stories from the gig life. That said, I think some of these stories below maybe fabricated. These stories were organic to me as I was playing music for real and not as a joke. It is funny to play music, it wasn’t joke to me. It is still funny, unless it was filmed in a mean way. 

    I used to work at a high traffic location where people would do tiktok dances and pranks all the time. I'm only mad because they dropped shit on people from a higher location, skate boarded through stores or I was a little over weight in the video they were posting online. (High salt carbs diet from cheap easy meals. Those Ramen cups)

 

For fabricated stories 

 

I show up to this Walmart to sell a guitar and I’m standing at the front by the opening doors. Two minutes go by and a guy that is robbing Walmart, gets stuck on the electric doors. Somebody remotely pushes the lock on the doors stopping the thief. The thief pushes through the doors making them come off the track. He’s carrying clothes. Didn’t look like he got much for risking a high stakes Walmart dash. Looked like a ball of folded long sleeve shirts. 

    I’m holding a bright red guitar right by the front door. My worry is security may think I’m a diversion. So I slowly move over to the Garden section door. A few minutes later when the buyer meets me, I asked if he was filming a Youtube prank video. (No tiktok yet)

    The buyer said he had nothing to do with that, nor did he seem excited to hear or care about the story. Oh, Walmart got robbed... he didn't say that, but that's the tone.

    "Guy holding guitar while Walmart is robbed" is not a video online. That is a fabricated story because its too coincidental. (Mr. Thaw getting in his legal statements out of the way)

 

WIKI : The Backstory.

I have been playing guitar / doing vocals since High-school, around the mid 2000's I was bad at both.  I'm not the re-incarnation of anybody so its going to take some time. All you need to know, is once I dropped out of college, I was working jobs where I had time on shifts to work on creative stuff. Your doing 8 hour shifts / five days a week. Netflix is not a thing yet.

    At one point in my 20s, I had a cool grunge vocals and played a bunch of solo coffee shop local shows.  One stuck out where a kid in the audience put his hands over his ears. (Yeah, like that blooper in one of my favorite movies: North by Northwest. Look it up. The gun about to go off was my vocal cords). It was a country music show so they were also not happy about my emo thing I'm trying out.

    I been in about 10 groups in 20 years. All short lived. Here's the best of stories. Every band was important, but its not interesting for you to read about. Everybody I thought was cool, unless they were secretly a bad guy. 

SO-CAL Bands in college / Meeting a Pre-rockstar

Lets talk about one of the California bands. In this group, they were high-schoolers, I was 17, so its not too weird. I think the high-schooler's didn't like the go-tee so they thought I was older. With a go-tee I had more chances with women. Not bringing it back, but more is a lot more in a shorter period of time then now. No Ramen cups fat yet.

    This band was bad, mostly my fault. First potential because we had a three piece like most pop punk bands at this time. We had to improv a song for the drummers family and I think the family was embarrassed we didn't have any good material yet. Family just walking out of the room as we play. Different hobby for their son... looking for their gear receipt. (If I would stayed with these guys, we could have been decent. Would have taken a while).

    This was a step up before the first band where we didn't practice and just played a show. Half way through the third song, where all the instruments started to not be in-synch anymore. "I'm like, that's it." I just started packing up. 

     NOW! At that show, I'm going to talk about a rising rockstar. He ended up being in a big band. I'm not going to say this guys name, because then he might know who I am and come fight me or something. "Google alert from a loser talking about me on his shitty band site". Later on, I saw him live when his band was big and I was going to say something while he was standing by his merch table. He looked away so I kept walking to go to the restroom. "That loser I remember, almost said something to me." 

    Back to high-school, I'm in a small town and kept running into this pre-rockstar. I think he's getting worried. Same friends circle, he's showing up sometimes where I show up. It wasn't weird to me, I friends with the people you know. I go to pick up this chick from her school to hangout and there's a talent show going on.

     I'm standing in the door way of the auditorium and this rockstar is doing a rap on stage. This timing seems little too movie like at this moment now since he made it. Back then, it was just, guy I know is on stage. He recognizes me after his rap and tags along to hang out with this girl. We go to this diner and are talking. The coolest thing in his pre-rockstar state: he's like "Why you hanging out with this chick?" He found her annoying. 

Last thing about the California 3-piece. I go to pick up the guys from their high-school so we can go to Guitar Center to look and not buy stuff. I'm in the parking lot, and I look over and remember the location. 

    Green Day, the band, I think went to High-school here. They played their first shows right over there by those picnic tables. That could be my 3-piece So-Cal band playing in High-school parking lots like Tiffany played malls when went people went to them. Remember i'm 17, so I'm allowed to be here. Security just making sure the guy with a go-tee is up to nothing. 

    Our band ends, because I don't like driving an hour to practice. Yes, that's the only reason. Now, i'm in college and I meet this guy in a local hardcore band. He tell's their bassist quit and needs a fill in for the weekend. I told him I’m mediocre at bass, but what he only liked: is that I had a bass. The go-tee I don't know if that's hardcore, its more ska look. 

    They didn't give me time to learn the cords since the gig was that weekend. So were at this cool venue in the So-cal area. A shitty venue were all my hero so-cal pop punk bands played. Previously, when I was here, a guy in a hardcore band was holding a piece of paper reading his lyrics. He was screaming the words. I didn't care, but I just wanted him to tape it to the monitor for showman-ship reasons. 

     I turn down the bass amp after sound check, just like the Sex Pistols did to their bassist when he did play the right notes. Now I've passed by Sid's house in New York where he died, if his ghost saw mem he would probably spit on me.

    The sound guy is confused there is no bass and keeps trying to turn me up. I think we get feedback and the sound guy gives up. He starts looking down at his flip phone. Meanwhile, I'm rocking out giving some energy and taking up more space. Our set ends, and I throw my pick at a crowd member. Crowd member dodged a pick from a nobody. 

    In the car ride from our gig, the singer says something like "You were doing punk pop movements on bass. You got to do hardcore movements with the body. There's a difference. Its all about the hardcore image." Something close to that. I think he meant, don’t move, be scary, you are the bassist fill in.

    Now this hardcore singer, is also disappointed I don't have any hardcore music on my iPod. He goes to songs and skips to the part where these bands have a screaming section. He tells me he only listens to Hardcore music. 

 OTHER FAILED BANDS

                 

                All live videos erased it appears. Not good enough to last on dailymotion server

One potential band was a Christian rock band. My friend didn't say it, but he didn't like my grungy vocals or my spooky lyrics, but I could harmonize with him. We did some shows, before I left town.  I grew up in the church, christian songs are hard to write. Your limited to one source material.

    There was also the band with the blind guitarist after. Which I didn't even know who we were going to do shows. I think he had trouble opening the sound demos I send to him. I'm not sure how he could open his email...

    Another potential band, I find this pop punk singer online. I tell him I knew a member from of his band influences from my home-town. He was a fan of that rockstar I told you about above. I shared him the stories I posted above. So we bonded for the love pop punk rock and this guy I knew. 

    We're going through a song, and i'm like thinking, oh boy, we got a shot here. The christian soft rock had potential, but I like this style better.  Now at one point in his lyrics he talks about a secret society. I get concerned because right around this time I'm writing a book about a cult. I'm like "I don't know if we can sing about that stuff, we might get in trouble", He gets scared like I caught him. What is he up to, I think.

    So I send him two guitar rifts and he's like I quit, your not pop punk enough in the style I want, too alt rock. He was right....

"A Haunt We Go" 

(First live band with the same music)

Going right on after Elvis Worm

     I finally find my alt rock style. So I make an album (I do the guitars, bass, lyrics) with a two different singers because their vocals fit the rifts better then the grunge style I had. Could have just purchased a really good microphone. The drums are software. The violinist was a hired gun. The singers are different because of the timing schedule and price. I tell you which songs, you'll notice. 

    I had given up doing live music by now and was just going to get my best stuff recorded and write books. ( I’m maxing out my credit card on gear and mastering music)

    I recorded those songs in a home studio, because I told my mom, I thought of studios getting those cassette tapes demos thrown in a box and just put in storage. She told me a story of a guy she dated that signed a record label contract and then died two weeks later on a motorcycle accident. Whatever that means. Bad deal I guess. Scared the shit out me. 

    By this point, I realized I play could these songs live if I get a singer close enough to the one's on the tracks. Couldn't find one, had to change my vocals, which was easy because I just had to do their style. Which is probably not cool, who cares?

Here’s some videos below to see how close I got:

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GIGS! The fun adventure of a small band

I liked these guys, they let me talk about TV shows and music. We shit on our hero bands and praised them! In the mid 2010's your band went to Chipolte instead of Denny's. All those diners I talked about above, all Denny's. Stage name, forgot about the popular chain where all bands go to eat after a show. Just trying to find words the fit to make my destiny number in a 9.

    First real gig for these guys, were we finally finished doing open mics. The other band we booked with us, cancelled. The venue sound guy, he's like, if you want to get paid you have to fill two hours of the other band's slot. So we fill a good forty minutes the album stuff. We take a break and it looks like the sound is getting mad we're taking a break.

    So I run up on stage, do a quick half ass-ed wrong cords of lyrics of cover songs I know. The band comes back in a panic. We do a jam and then we just make up songs for the last hour when we run out of covers.

    We're moving along gig wise, can't find a band costume look style. We agreed to just wear other bands logos on t-shirts. Everyone had a different band t-shirt for shows.

    I start using a vocal pedal, because the singer on the tracks, I put reverb on the vocals. So to sound as similar as possible, I brought my own reverb pedal. First two shows, using it, no problems. Third time, this sound guy cuts off my mic. The vocal pedal is working fine and its plugged in. I tell the guys to jam out while I take the pedal off the microphone. I look across at the sound guy and hes glaring at me. This one has upgraded from looking a flip phone to smartphone.

    I got the mic working now, perfect show. The guys nailing a jam while I fixed the issue. Learned a lesson, if your not a big band, sound guy controls the reverb. Half way through that set, my throat gets dry because I have to extend notes since I have not been practicing with reverb. Have to re-learn with out the verb.

I'm jumping here

I'm selling merch at this gig in Maryland and this guy in a band we've ended up playing a couple shows with, is standing awkwardly next to me. We're both watching the current punk band on stage. The singer staples his concert ticket to his forehead. He's has blood falling down his face as he's singing. 

    I say, "We've been playing shows for a while with each other, but I like your first song, and the song after that." I didn't know any of his song names, and this guy is getting increasingly angry like I’m critiquing his stuff. I stop and stand back in silence. Maybe the stapled forehead guy will help me out.

   For another show, I wont say the band name because its unprofessional. We are now playing our biggest venue show so far. The headliner is a celebrity band. We have the drummer Luke, who doesn't want to play bongos for an acoustic show. He does not give a fuck, he a goddamn drummer and he also doesn't have bongos. He can use soft drum sticks. We're already on bad terms with this new venue sound guy because the first band wants to swap slots so they can leave after there set. They have to go to work or something. Poor bands go to work after a show.

    We are doing the show, its less good because the songs are mostly electric guitar songs we transitioned for an acoustic set. Now it worked, because I played two different guitar on the tracks. Two guitars still make the songs sound decent instead of simple. (Problem for upcoming acoustic shows)

    We do a cover song, we have the audience less bored at this point with a song they know. Apparently, I was told after the show, the headliner band in the backroom was furious because our drummer had a full drum set at an all acoustic show. I feel bad, because the headliner band goes on stage with no drums. The headliner is now the wimpy last act of their show. They were still good, but they are using beats instead of a kit. I know I'm trying to get our gear out the door so the band doesn't yell at me after.

One day we're at practice, and Macon the backup guitarist is like, "My roommate who works for the CIA, is concerned about your lyrics in the songs Scanners." I'm little scared because now our crew has CIA operative friend checking in on my questionable lyrics. "I tell him its based loosely off a cool 80's movie that you probably know from the famous gif." I think this was good enough...

    As the year went on, the gigs run dry and I'm supposed to spend the day with Luke the drummer making a cool 2000's skate board spoof music video. Like any band in the 2000's. Pick one. Luke can actually skateboard so its less funny to watch. I freak out and drive four hours out of state thinking something weird is going on with the band. Somebody may have mentioned I might be getting conned. (How?)

    I crash my car into a (redacted) location. The police show up and asked me what I'm doing.

    "I work here. You can call the owner," . This is in the expunged report, that you can't find, because I'm poor and can't have a police record to get a job. Who care's my street cred, I need money. 

    The police pause and some how they have the owners number. Its 6 in the morning when they call the owner. The owner answers and says I do not work for their company, nor understands that I fucked up their property. This leads to my first slam against my car. "I say, are we filming a TV show or movie. They say "no." I have to check. I don't want to ruin a scene, but I also don't want to prepare for one either. It was in the report. 

So the band breaks up since Phil the bassist is leaving for a job. Also my car breaks down and I miss practice and me going to jail don't help. We will end this era with these rockers with a Phil story. Phil, the bassist. He's was kind of scary and bad-ass. We're standing watching the headliner play after we just preformed 30 minutes ago at a small show. Its the bands on stages last song of the night. Phil leans over to me and says, "I see their ending on their set with a Metallica cover." 

A HAUNT WITHOUT END

Now, this period of time I am poor. Credit cards are maxed. I've sold all my gear. And when I didn't have a job, I was buying things on credit cards and selling them just so I had some kind of income. If you think I don't do anything, I'm just poor all the time.

    I just like working solo at this point. I can control everything and throw money at people. I switch the band name to A Haunt Without End. Keeping keywords of the previous one for no reason. Could have spent a little more time on this name. The logo is cool though.

So, new name, second album. Lets start up the live shows again. I didn’t mind just letting a new singer guy run around stage while I did guitar if he had a better stage performance. The songs have two guitars, so now you have to have four piece band. This 2nd time I made the mistake of bass, guitar, drums, and just vocals. The songs sound simpler without the two guitars, and I didn't want a five piece because that's too many members for band practice. I did it right the first time.

    We try multiple singers, can't get anyone that sounds close to the tracks. I'm like, I guess I'll start learning to sing again but this band ends while I get my vocals back. (five years later from the previous band) 

I was poor, so Ramen cups again living on my own and getting fat from the carbs. This was a wake up looking at these photos. Wear a hoodie to hide that fat.

    We played like three shows. Why is this time around less funny... The guys were funny. Everybody knows how to do everything by this point. We know our amp settings, we can set up practice and leave. Its very robotic at this point. 

    If I would have let the bassist Robert do the vocals. We could have re-recorded everything in his style and still playing shows.  I can't the handle the two hour drive to practice every week and if I start singing I need a few months to get it back. Car not good enough, not enough money for gas, and I think one guy is a bad guy.

Our drummer also has a medical problem. "We just got to slide our drummer over to the backstage real quick, till EMS comes because he's flopping on the floor. Its okay, he'll be fine when he wakes up."

I escape down to California to start fresh, maybe I could finally start that So-cal band, even though the scene phase is over. Grow that go-tee back and occasionally see a movie at old spooky historic Hollywood theater where the legends of the actors spirits hide. 

ANYWAY!

Got the vocals back, new acoustic shows before re-recording everything. See other post about paranormal stuff if you like ghost stories.  Lost everything, car and money. That's why its taken so long.

Going to re-record everything in my vocals, when I get money.

Weird stuff in California - trying to get a job

DUCK.

I'm trying to get slim for my Instagram photos, so I'm running outside at night listening to my favorite podcasts.  Nobody is out at night walking the streets in the Southern California suburb area I'm in.  I stop to take a break at a bus stop. I hear a little girl yell "Goose", which makes me pull off, just one earbud. 

     It's 10 PM, she's playing an outdated game like nobody gave her whatever 2026 thing they use because an IPad is 2018 thing. I'm looking at the wooden fence where I can't see whats going on behind there.

     The fence looks like I'm seeing the Brady Bunch's fence from the other side. I could 'duck' if some threw a football over at me. (That was a Brady Bunch episode scene)

    She next goes next in her little scary 1950's accent voice. Her voice isn't modern, but then again I'm not talking to children recently: "Duck...Duck...GOOSE!" She yells. Nobody is running behind the fence, no footsteps as I listen. I'm taking off my other earbuds now.

    Sounds like a pre-recorded scene at a haunted house, where the animatronic character's don't move their mouths. Could be a scary cold opening to anything. Let just waste material on my shitty blog, its cool I'm just promoting stuff.

Brady talk, I  did go to the Jack in the Box from the 90's Brady movie while in the area. I think that's what I wanted to talk about more. I was at the grand canyon and was told that the Brady bunch filmed an episode there. "Right over by the train station."

    I like that the person telling me assumed I knew what that show was. I ended up watching that episode later on and Brady's don't go to the train station, or the youtube clip cut that out. The Brady kids sneak away from their camp at night to explore the grand canyon. They see a ghost Native America in 70's clothes standing in the field. I was like, this is an exciting episode. Turns out, just to be a Native American just living there in the area.

    I worked a job which was next to a field and a Native American lived in the woods. I would hear tribal music out of his car as he chopped woods. Drum beats and chanting. He's not listening to any in 1900s.

     For a while, my running joke with the staff was that he was a ghost because he wore fannel. Like a 90's native american Ghost just chopping trees in the woods. Years later, I went to the hospital near those woods. I told the receptionist about how I used to work near here and told him about the Native American living the woods. The receptionist told me they have had some ghost sightings....

    You can ask me things in person, there's only so much to talk about. Let me just take this stranger who stumbled across this blog over to where I used to work dox-ing myself. Need to swing by the hospital to remember what he told me.

  

 

THE HILL PARTY.

Usually on Friday nights, when I pulled my car into the Suburbs of the So-Cal housing area, I would see a party up on the hill. This house across from me with Orange Christmas type lights around the stone fence. You can hear low talking and his Spotify playlist of Latino techno and trap music. I don't know who lived there but I always pictured them as a hairy chested and blue sunglasses type guy.

  As a side hustle, I took upgrading old Apple computers. Buy them used and upgrade them for turn a around profit. Quickly found out people didn't believe I could put Seqouia OS on the older models. (I only sold them when I downgraded them)

    I'm sitting at a the dining room table in my friends So-Cal house, looking at why I don't have any buyers on all these selling apps. I'm watching the Apple logo flash on the Macbook screen as I get a sudden flood of noise.  I hear Latino rap music start up from across the street. At same time, I hear a crowd of people talking.

    Sound's like that crowd, that came out of nowhere, all started talking at the same time. Now, I've edited videos before. I know what a sound effect of a crowd sounds like. If somebody yells in live video of a crowd, their voice could get distorted. These people talking are all at the same level with no voice over powering the other.

    I go stand on the porch and look across the street at that house on the hill. I think he's just playing a sound effect of a crowd from a PA system. The sun is fading, but I can't see any shadows hitting the back of house from that crowd of people walking around. I also don't a huge amount of parked cars. Maybe's he making them all park down by the Jack in the Box, (not the one from the Brady Bunch movie)

    Now, nobody is else is outside. I forgot about Ring cameras as I run across the street and I climb up that short hill. My face is level with the stone wall fence. The orange Chirstmas lights blinking. I remember that little girl yelling 'goose; and even though it sounds like adults over that fence, that's not a police report I want to deal with. 

 

    "Can't let the Citizen's know, half these house's are empty. Play some party sound clips." 

Or

"Guy selling used Macbooks is peaking over backyard fences"

 

    

TO STAY, MUST GET A JOB

I'm looking for jobs in California, and I see one job where I get to install parts on a guitar.  I show up, and I've never heard of this brand of guitars before. They have a whole store of this brand of instruments hanging around the room. I think this company is like a knock off brand guitar company, but I'm here for money. I don't care if guitars are terrible if they're paying me.

    The interview guy doesn't like that I play guitar. As soon I say it, he sighs.  Crosses his legs and leans back annoyed. I don't know who we wants to work here.  I think he's afraid if I'm any good, I'll go tour or come to work hungover from a gig. The later being more of what he thinks.

     He also wasn't impressed I watched the youtube videos on how to install the guitar parts.  Both the youtuber and the illegal immigrant working here, are probably both wearing Grateful Dead shirts, so who cares if I watched it on youtube.

     A year later, I'm watching the Coachella fest on TV, just to see if anything is happening. Maybe somebody will get in a fight or set fire to the stage. I think they don't do it, because they want to get paid.

     I'm watching a band preform and I'm looking at the guitarist in the band play. The guitar looks familiar and I recognize the brand. Its the one from the company that didn't hire me. I looked up the price, and the reason I didn't know the brand: because they sell guitars to people with money.

Another job I find, is they need some one to press graphics onto t-shirts. I think this will be a cool graphic design job with some fun hipster co-workers. Maybe the job site is in Santa Monica and I walk with the cute co-worker out to the beach when the shift ends

    I show up to this building near the suburbs. Its not a bad area, so I go into the building. I'm on tour in this warehouse with fan's blowing so its heard to hear the tour guide is saying. Maybe something was filmed here. I'll never know. 

    There's cool hipster people, its all people past 30's, drenched in sweat pressing designs on t-shirts and folding them. Some of these workers I think have knife holsters. I assume for when this place gets raided. Saw one guy press a shirt with the Beatles logo on it, don't think the Beatles are getting a cut of that one t-shirt. Not for me, no beach nearby.

 

BE IN THE MOTION PICTURES!

I can't get a job, so I take a background extra filming gig.I have tried to act before, but my buddy Steve cut me out of all his movies.

    This indie film needs adults for a small bar scene. I'm not getting paid to be there, but I get pizza at the end. Maybe I'll meet that cute hipster actress instead of the cute hipster graphic design t-shirt pressing lady.

    If I'm paired with actress, I'm going to be running out of normal adult things talk to about after a few hours through filming. My last roommate also taught me: "you have to forget everything you know that's not adult talk once your at a certain age." My roommate's explains to me after my response that he plays Magic The Gathering.

  He didn't like when I told him I walked into this comic shop on one Friday night, card deck in hand to win some money as a side hustle. In the shop and see the card tables, everybody is in their 20's like me. This wasn't even a money match, but you have to do the smaller rounds before you get to them.

    I say to the comic clerk, "here for the Yugioh tournament". The clerk laughs. "Sign up here and head into that room in the back." The door open with shadows moving. There's a fan blowing at the door, can't imagine the smell in there. 
I walk into this backroom, it's all high schoolers and one 50 year old guy.  Maybe the local police officer undercover checking the guys coming to the Yugioh tournaments. "Yeah, your here for the prize money...."

     I lose the entire tournament in 15 minutes and scurry past the magic players to my car looking down at the floor. Time for a new hair cut.

 

 Its the day of the filming for the background extra role and I need to go to LA near an obscure run down street. They're still only paying me in Pizza, so I'm losing money to drive there. I could get a better deal by just going to get a pizza.

    I'm microwaving my breakfast sandwich and its taking too long to heat up. Just watching it rotate through the glass window. My GPS says i'm going to be 20 minutes late to the shoot. I didn't want to be the late guy at the filming, because then for the rest of the day I'm the unprofessional late guy for my first big filming. "Hey late guy, that's the prop pizza for the actual actors who are all vegan." 

 

    Here, you can read some of the script I kept of that indie film...

                        

                                                     CUPID PIZZA BAR - ENT - 7 PM-ISH

Direction note: Don't film the people outside standing by coin-operated washing machine business. They are outside because the wi-fi is better. Not actors. Well, not actors in our movie.

ENZO walks into the only bar in this small college town. He's wearing a polo shirt and slim tight jeans. Camera ignores the Walmart across the street and moves fast to capture the customers on their phones next door at the coin-operated washing business.

 A hot college aged female employee is putting a new keg behind the bar. This bar uses big frat party style kegs. 

Casting NOTE: (Actress must have muscles to lift kegs, if we don't get one with muscles, dump out alcohol from the keg. Actually, just have the PA empty it.) 

The cupid bar logo with an arrow shot through through the pizza is on her employee t-shirt.

 Producer NOTE: Get a sponsor to put a logo the back of the employees shirts. Ask Walmart. The Coin washing store said no. Also, check if Cupid pizza is a real brand, didn't google it first.

The local college Basketball team is sitting in the booths by lounge area of the bar drinking. One is dribbling a ball that is a little too loud.

 (DO NOT LET EXTRAS NEAR THEM)

NOTE: Last filming, a fight broke out with them and the extra's. Which is why this scene is the re-shoot.

Extras can lean on the wall and objects in the room if they do it in a cool way. Give one Extra a lighter so he can flip it open occasionally. No vape pens, landlord said no.

OUR HERO ENZO enters into the Cupid Pizza Bar

ENZO

This is the only bar I see in town

This is the only town in the area

They wouldn't let me drink at the Subway at Walmart

HOT MUSCLE BAR TENDER drops the keg and spills a little beer on the floor since somebody is talking to her.

ENZO grab's the nearest team sports 

banner off the wall and bend's down to wipe up the spill with it

ENZO

Don't care for the Bucks 

Went to the rival school

ENZO dabs the Bucks banner in the spill to soak it up.

 HOT BAR TENDER Fixes the keg nozzle in a hot way so no more leaks

happen. Give's a grunt. (Do multiple takes till we get a good grunt)

HOT MUSCLE BAR TENDER

Private party, you can drink outside with the people

waiting for their clothes to dry. I heard the wi-fi is good

ENZO

Well, I got good cell service. So i'm okay.

You know, too bad... I could have gone to Walmart

 across the street, picked up a case of Model

 You and me have a better night, then in this place

BACKGROUND BAR EXTRA

(NONE SPEAKING ROLE)

I was promised to be paid in pizza

I was the one here late 30 minutes. 

I was supposed to be late twenty minutes, but Walmart

security wouldn't let me park in the lot for the filming shoot

ENZO

The email said to park behind the Washer and Dryer place

DIRECTOR walks into scene

DIRECTOR

Hey guy who didn't have an IMDB page and sent me a selfie

in front of a fake background.

I said you could lean in a cool way against the wall

Why don't you go lean against the wall

GUY BY RESTROOM is flicking a lighter and looking at Reddit on his phone

Toilet flushes and a person from the coin-operated Washer business customer

steps out of the restroom

BACKGROUND BAR EXTRA
(NONE SPEAKING ROLE)

The basketball extras are eating the pizza

 and are not sharing it with me

They keep hitting me with the basketball

DIRECTOR

You signed the waver, all heath risks for the pizza payment are yours

Also if you're going to talk about old TV show's for 20 minutes

make sure your standing away from the boom mic, We are not

doing ADR for this shoot.

BOOM OPERATOR

I brought up the old shows and forgot we were filming

BACKGROUND BAR EXTRA  

Grabs the rest of the pizza in the box

He heads out the back door with the DIRECTOR chasing after him.