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This is for walking through the suburbs. Look up at the branches, listen to birds in between songs, and watch the squirrels.
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Correlating; Musical Nostalgia and Memories By Eric Paolillo
Guest Article #2 - Eric Paolillo! Eric is a great friend and person in the same “beautiful” village of my own, here on Long Island. The first time I met Eric I thought he was 20. I believe he was 17. He’s the man. He’s mature, intelligent, and a great friend. He also makes beats over at his record label.
Now, let’s get to his great article relating to a feeling that I can describe as “Catch 22”. It’s a great feeling to sit and smile calmly while thinking of warm past memories, but it isn’t one when the past is irrecoverable. Catch 22, the massively impactful and significant New Jersey ska band that many love, takes me back to when my brother was learning how to drive and it was mandatory for us to listen to him consistently and wonderfully listen to phenomenal ska punk. Ahhhh…
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Correlating; Musical Nostalgia and Memories By Eric Paolillo
Back when I was starting high school, I was quite a shy kid, except during band. Music was my “most hopeful talent” at the time, so I spent a large portion of my freshmen year making new friends that I didn't know in the music department. Throughout my freshman year of band, I would constantly be intrigued by new music, compositions and how key changes, tempo changes or any rhythmic or frequency changes would trigger this sense of warmth, or just a sensation that makes me feel something. Fast forward one year to tenth grade. I have a great set of friends I made, I have some dating experience thanks to a lady I will just name Trisha (I can’t think of a regular name to call her) and my musical taste was expanding (for the better I’d hope). After a day of school, I would usually come home, play video games and listen to music. I was quite awful at school/concentrating and my ADD didn’t help that either, so I would actually never do any homework. What my ADD did help me out with though was always looking and listening for new music. At a time, I was completely obsessed with The Needle Drop and would actually, look to him for new music or reviews. He was my go to guy. Whatever his reviews said, that's what I believed. (Note: I was fifteen and very impressionable). While scrolling through some of his reviews, I stumbled across a video titled “BADBADNOTGOOD - III ALBUM REVIEW”. After the first listen, I was completely in love with this album & group. I would listen to it all time, whenever, wherever. It was my soundtrack for 10th and 11th grade. So, back to 10th grade. I made a new friend in geometry. I was very happy because she was a very funny girl who knew what to do, and basically dragged me through the class. I’m very thankful I became friends with her, because if I hadn’t, I would’ve had a very mundane and boring high school experience. Anyways, my friend who I will call “Tina” had a friend, “Jesse,” who I thought at the time was absolutely stunning. She was everything I would want in someone. Tina knew it as well. Me and Jesse knew each other from band and the new club I joined, Drama Club, so I was able to talk to Jesse when I would see her in the halls, drama club, band, etc. After some time of getting to know Jesse just from being around her and associating with the same people she did, I was in love. It’s now a new day, and I walk into geometry listening to BBNGIII before I hear Tina say something to me. “I asked Jesse if she’d ever date you”. “Well what did she say?” I ask. Tina says “Jesse said she could never, you're just too nice for her” (if that was the quote, I believe it was, it was along the lines of she wouldn’t date me). If you haven’t been rejected before, it’s not fun. It certainly isn’t fun when you are in Love before they even know you want a chance and then they deny that. I always kept something in my mind though. There was a song on BBNGIII with the title of “Kaleidoscope”. It always kept coming up. I would often think about the title of the song and what it meant. Even though you can’t see anything clearly through a kaleidoscope, it all makes up a whole big thing of small little shapes that have edges and corners. So, even if you can’t see this big picture, it’s still there, you just have to find it. So I did. I didn’t give up and hey, I finally got the girl! (cue balloons!). I was so happy, for the first time in my life I was happy with someone outside my immediate family. Looking back on it now, I would kill to have another relationship like I had with Jesse, if I wasn’t such a mess towards the end of the relationship. While dating Jesse, I would listen to all of BBNG’s albums with her and she loved them. It was more enjoyable to her than my usual hip-hop catalog. Everytime I would listen to these albums, I didn't know what it was, but I would just get butterflies. It confused me because these albums never made me FEEL the way a piece of music from band would make me feel. Was it the subconscious comfortability I had with my band classmates, that I had with Jesse while listening to these albums? Was it the music itself? Was it just Jesse? To this day I’ll never forgive myself for the slow decline in our relationship, and I still kick myself in the butt for letting something like that go. I am not sorry, however, for sharing my music with her, and letting my feelings pour out while listening to this music and just being in love with Jesse while bonding over something we both enjoyed. To this day, I can’t listen to BBNG without feeling like I’m back in 2016m walking to Jesse’s house waiting to see such a god given smile. It makes me wonder why, that when I listen to this certain band, it triggers nostalgia. Or better yet, what in the music, causes or triggers nostalgia? I for sure will never know, but I do know that I will hold on to these memories and think back to a happy time. Even though the nostalgia I feel while listening to these albums is sad, it still makes me happy deep down inside. Thank you Jesse for making me feel something I never thought my mind could even conceive, thank you. And thank you BBNG for elevating my high school experience in a positive way. I hope my curiosity for nostalgia never dies out.
https://www.youtube.com/embed/1bGhAsdXc6M
The Light Pillowdreamlike Feeling of Reverb
squinty reverb playlist https://open.spotify.com/user/eatroffles/playlist/4gZsPKqx1ICGTGRIhhx0eh?si=IxZ513kNSsuUB3AxM2c66g
The Best Hug
Hey!
Hugs are beautiful. The thought of a nice meaningful hug almost makes you rub your own elbows against your own hips and smile and microdance. How huffingtonpost was that? I’m sorry. Let me step up my diction game. Imagine the ideal embrace. The one that puts you in a whole world of warmth and happiness. You wanna feel the best embrace of your life? One that will change your life and give your brain butterflies after experiencing it? It’s Embrace.
Embrace is my ideal musical sound. Oh my. And it is my ideal musical band. I, interestingly, to put the least, raised myself by Ian Mackeye’s standards and ideals since reading an AFI article discussing straight edge when I was six. He was always my biggest role model and I don’t know how people would feel about that. I was always “that straight edge kid” in high school yet I’ve heard multiple times through the suburban grapevine that a lot of kids thought I was a junkie. Well I mean I did sleep during class all the time, showed up late, went to the bathroom all the time, and was always alarmingly unhealthily skinny. But still! I was always the annoying straight edge kid. Anything Ian Mackeye put out, I vowed by. Egg Hunt. Then came Embrace. And Fugazi. oh Fugazi. The world knows them. Quick TravisTangent for you: when my brother and I were in about 3rd & 7th grade, respectively, he would constantly tease me and tell everyone my favorite song was Waiting Room by Fugazi.
But ok back to Embrace. They are literally an ideal band for any fan of opening your mind to a good mindset that helps you live your life. They are one of the most inspiring one album projects ever. Please let their lyrics sink into your hopefully open mind!
Sample song: https://youtu.be/_CIzqzFDGis
Full LP: https://youtu.be/9uRSm-XE1Mc
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PS: if you wanna hear my favorite Ian mackeye story, it’s the one about iced tea
-Travis
Alkawhine Mio
One of the first songs I bought all the way back in sixth grade iTunes days was “Stupid Kid” by Alkaline Trio. I was just recentlyinfatuated with a beautiful, perfect girl, but she decided to move on from me. Here is a very raw passage I wrote about how I instantly liked her. I always felt like I bothered her by liking her more then I she likes me, but here it is: (I planned on painting this)
I mean it’s understandable if you want to not hear IT, but I planned on painting this:
I pick her up and as soon as I saw her I thought she was beautiful then I said put anything on my phone on and she picked private eye by alkaline trio and I was even more blown away and I asked if she was down to go to 7-11 and she was down and then within minutes I realized wow she’s so awesome and fun and nice and then we just drove around for hours super high and went to sonic and kept talking and talking and she is hilarious and smart and then when I bring her back to her car I told her she’s awesome and I would love to hang out again and then she kissed me and it was the best feeling in the WORLD.
https://youtu.be/ajUJkwVipb4
Also shoutout to one of my best friends, Connor for always busting out that great riff out on guitar when we casually are in my room.
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I had the best time of my life with her but, ah unrequited feelings — the typical suburban boy probablem. I’m happy my friends helped me get me through this.
Romanticizing Romance
Romanticizing Romance
God I’m an idiot. So the only real models I’ve had of a relationship were my beautiful, perfect and wonderful parents. I love them with all my heart along with my brother and I will always cherish the rainy early 2000’s Pathmark trips. However, my dad’s parents were divorced and always awkward with each other but somehow friendly as well. My mom’s parents were divorced at an early age for her and both died when I was young. My great grandparents, a North African “Sicilian” and a Belarusian Jew would often just banter and get at each other for what I hope was fun. But unfortunately they developed Alzheimer’s but beautifully lived with each other until one died! I love them so much. I love my small family. I miss my dead aunt a lot. I really miss my dead grandmother too. I miss my great grandparents so much. Tears are not what this is about, it’s about healthy relationship models. So, growing up, all I had to show me what a relationship was my parents. Besides that, starting at the late age of about 21, I would romanticize the idea of just simply sleeping and waking up with the perfect girl and just hugging her and smiling at each other when we wake up and hugging again. I’ve seen nothing but shit relationships and obvious divorces, so I’ve always felt hopeless and felt that no one will love Travis for all his overly humorous mindsets.
So, one method to cope with this bullshit mindset is obviously mental masochism. Duh. For about FIVE YEARS, I would often drill the lyrics of Cursive’s MASTERPIECE: Doméstica into my ears before sleep EVERY NIGHT. Obviously it shows a fucked up, typical Stockholm syndrome type relationship of two lovers who get at each other but it would always fill me with the hope that someone out there will love Travis for the anxious little (6” isn’t that little) wreck that I am.
This album is not one to shuffle. This album is one to listen to in full with your eyes closed in the dark letting every scream and yelp soak up your open ears and mind. This is an album that will make you feel the empathy of both lovers as each song alternates between the struggles of communication and misunderstanding between the two.
A midwestern classic. Please do me a favor and let this album enter your heart.
https://youtu.be/lAyMQMuCsx0
Juan Wauters Changed My Life
“And the water will come down
AND wash you down
And let you see what you would be
If you’d have known what’s right or wrong
Or what is fun”
-Juan Wauters: Water.
My favorite book is Siddartha. If you haven’t read it, read it. A common theme is that after will tell you everything. Before I had even read that book or even listened to that song, I took a bike ride a few minutes down montauk highway from eastern Lindenhurst to eastern West Babylon and sat at a creek. Sitting and staring, soberly, at this creek I was amazed. Then, I put my glasses on and was astonished by the details of the ripples of the sharp small waves. Then I took my glasses off and just softly stared at the semi polluted stream on private property that was far too inviting to not explore. Here, I wrote a simple “poem” that would carry onto the theme of this writing. Here it is:
“Water will you tell you anything.
Water
will tell you
everything.”
Not a great poem, whatever, it made me feel cool and poetic staring across a privatized beautiful stream across from the old assisted living home of my late great grandparents.
But within this poem I found a simple truth: Water is essential and beautiful. But what hasn’t be a simple fact for people to understand is this: I’m Hispanic. My whole life I’ve had to hear, “oh but you’re white.” Do you know how annoying that is to hear your whole life? I prefer to speak Spanish and be myself. My ancestry is from Spain. Racist ass Lindenhurst always gave me a problem and I never felt “comfortable” being referred to as “the Puerto Rican kid”. I spoke Spanish with the Hondurans, el Salvadorians, and Dominicans, Polish with those in Polonia of Long Island, and English with English speaking people. I go to Hispanic Deli’s to eat. But no, I’m “that white Hispanic kid who moved here from [Kew Gardens] Queens.”
You know who else is a white hispanic from Queens? The man spreading joy named Juan Wauters, of Woodside, Queens! I can honestly say I have no idea how I discovered him but the first song I heard was the oh so appealing to me, “Water.”
https://youtu.be/23Qqg9yz7BU
Juan made me feel “comfortable in my own skin.” He made me proud to be the tall skinny, fun loving white hispanic that I am. He inspired me to paint in Spanish! He inspired me that it’s ok to be who I am! Growing up on racist Long Island, I was always terrified of racism. I mean, look at my name! Super white! But now I am no longer afraid to stick up for who I am and how I am. One time at sea world, some asshole told me and my mom to speak English and I will never forget that traumatizing moment! When 9/11 happened, the class ostracized me for being Hispanic! Fuck racism! Let’s end it together! Juan, thank you so much for inspiring me to be proud of the man I am!
And shouts out to Jason for spreading water awareness and shout out to Philly Anna, I heard you like my boy Juan too!
The First Guest Article: Slifer!
I met Michael Slifer when we were both SUNY freshmen. I went to Farmingdale and he went to Albany. He is now an awesome tv weatherman in West Virginia, following up his love of the Front Bottoms (who I called country when he showed me them years ago) and a great friend that I sadly scarcely see. I remember doin fake tre bombs (false Steeze 360 flips in size 13 Lakais landed with only one of those thirteens on the board) and pretending to shit on him because he had “typical vans” on. Jokes on me though because all I wear are one of my bakers dozen amount of em. Rockin all black ones rn for my boys Devin, Kamil, and Miles. That’s just the type of stuff we can laugh about today and god I miss this kid. Let’s hang out! When I told him that I made this “website” he was excited.
We have had our musical bouts, I’m sure. If it’s not catch 22, mighty mighty bosstones, streetlight manifesto, and kill Lincoln, I don’t listen to ska. SHOUTOUT TO THA CREW STACKED LIKE PANCAKES! I know I was big into the tongue-in-cheek jabs about it not being cool to play ska music (get it), but he’s the man! He’s a good Connecticut man and enjoy his passage:
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My First Album Introduced Me To Ska
Let me take you back to the summer of 2000…Britney Spears was blaring from cars being driven by 16-year-olds who had just gotten their licenses. You couldn’t flip through the radio without running into ‘N Sync or the Backstreet Boys. MTV was done with “Sell Out” by Reel Big Fish and had moved on to “The Real Slim Shady” by Eminem.
There I was, sitting in my dad’s early 90’s Honda Accord, listening to a radio station on the drive to grandma’s house. I finally heard the song that would become my favorite… “All Star” by Smash Mouth. I was HOOKED. Lucky for me, this song was still getting incredible amounts of airplay. No matter where we were going, I had my parents switch through stations until we could find that song.
My birthday is at the end of August, so I decided to play this out like any normal kid would...I just HAD to have the CD and played the classic birthday card. My parents supported my new-found interest and tried to nurture it as soon as possible, since we still had two long months before MY big day.
Quick backstory: my mom loved (and still loves) tag sales. Okay, back to the original story now.
One Saturday afternoon, I was sitting out on our porch. I liked to hang out on the porch; it was MY spot. I could do as I pleased with little-to-no interruption. My mom had just returned from a tag sale adventure and had stumbled upon some pretty cool stuff. Thing one was a tape player/CD player/radio/phonograph combination. Thing two was a tape entitled “Fush Yu Mang” by Smash Mouth.
I was PUMPED. This was a tape from SMASH MOUTH! This is the band that I have fallen in love with because of one song! After a few minutes of excitement, it was time to beg my dad to get the speakers set up so I could have my first jam session. He obliged, especially because he knew it would keep me occupied for a while.
I put the tape in and let it go. Track 1: “Flo.” I was a little upset. This wasn’t the Smash Mouth I knew. Where was “All Star” and why does the singer sound a little different?
Track 2: “Beer Goggles.” I had no idea what the premise of the song was, but I sure did like the “ooh”s at the beginning. It reminded me of that 50s music my grandpa liked so much.
Track 3: “Walkin’ on the Sun”. Hey, I’d heard this one before. Nice, some familiarity. It came on the radio sometimes in place of All Star. Still a good song, but not my favorite.
I’m not sure exactly how the rest all played out, but my entire life changed when Track 10 came on…
“Disconnect the Dots”.
I was floored. Why are there horns in this song? I knew of jazz, but this didn’t sound like jazz. It was fast and fun. I loved it. Remember “All Star” being my favorite song? Well, guess what just became a distant memory.
The guitar was fun, it has decent lyrics, and it had HORNS. A full blown horn section in the song! I was enthralled. I wanted more.
I remember asking my mom for years after how I could find more music like this. I wasn’t exactly the most social kid in school and this was way before the days of a quick Spotify search for similar songs.
Fast forward about 7 years. My Fush Yu Mang tape (and CD, for that matter), had been confiscated due to cursing. I was pretty good at not repeating the words, but my younger brother was a fan of words that started with “F”. I was bummed, but I had just recently acquired a new toy: the iPod shuffle. It was 512 mb of pure bliss. My music can come with me now! Also, iTunes was now a thing, so I could buy any songs I wanted (and didn’t run the risk of killing a computer because of LimeWire).
The first thing I did was search up “All Star”. Sure, it wasn’t my favorite, but I still liked it. It downloads with a genre tag of “ska” into my iTunes library. I knew rock, hip hop, punk, oldies, and tons of other genres. What is this ska nonsense? So, I did what most middle schoolers do...ask mom.
She pointed out that it was a genre of music that had some popularity in the late 90s. We had recently heard Santeria by Sublime on the radio, and she told me that song could be considered ska. I later learned that this might be a bit of a stretch, but whatever...close enough.
Fast forward to my junior year of high school. This was the summer that I first had my license. I was now the cool kid, driving around in our 2001 Subaru Outback with the windows down and the system up. I listened to our alternative rock station because “main-stream music is just crap”. (Nowadays, the songs on the radio all, all drive me crazy).
The radio DJ announces that the next song is for ska fans. Oh, hey, a word I encountered years ago in life is being used by a person on the radio! The intro starts with some guitar, and then come the horns. The HORNS.
I was listening to “The Impression That I Get” by the Mighty Mighty Bosstones for the first time ever. Two things from my childhood...horns and fun guitar plus the word ska slammed together in my head. I was so taken aback that I pulled into a random driveway and just listened.
The first thing I did when I got home was look up that song. This was it; my new favorite song! I was scrolling through related videos on YouTube and came across a song called “She Has A Girlfriend Now” by Reel Big Fish. Remember how I said I just had a new favorite song? Well, this one took over.
After listening on repeat about 20 times, I decided to scroll through the related videos again. One of the last videos on the list was “Disconnect the Dots” by Smash Mouth. Ironic, since I had just connected the dots. It all made sense! The type of music that I wanted to hear was ska music and it was popular about two years before I started to care about music on the radio.
After some extensive research, I had finally found what I was looking for after 13 whole years. I loved ska. That’s all I wanted to listen to all the time. It was perfect, since my path in high school started with popularity and ended with me being the weird kid. Why not fulfill the stereotype senior year and listen to these bands that no one had heard of? Who was this kid who wore skinny jeans and skate shoes but never had stepped on a skateboard? What are these weird band shirts? Definitely not hanging out with him on the weekends…
I mean, most kids thought it was lame, but yelling out lyrics at a Big D and the Kids Table concert still sounds like a great time to me.
So yea, there you have it. A ska-obsessed kid in a time when Drake was all the rage. I knew what I liked when I was five, and it didn’t change when I was 18. Even now, at the ripe old age of 23, I still love it and listen often. I think I’ll give “Fush Yu Mang” a spin today, just for old time’s sake.
-Mike Slifer
Rejected Pigeons & Hidden Doves
Ah we all fear it. Desensitized, whatever. But when musically I try to get someone into something, my persistently negative reputation and massive lack of credibility causes me to never have any influence. But why would I deserve to influence anyway?
[and this is no poke or jab to the person who replied to you, you’re a great friend and I appreciate that we are still friends and we have to see each other soon since I’m constantly in manhattan! We were into the same music at the same time! Silly tape and Gorilla Biscuits!]
These Vans have some nice insoles. Someone told me I listen to Vans music one time. At first I was like, is that a thing? Then later that that, as usually, overanalayzing and interaction with a human, I thought to myself, “Wow. It is a thing. And I am listening to [some random 2010s typical “follow me on last.fm/eatroffles band]. But I got pigeonholed. Don’t pigeonhole tour music taste! Be open!
It’s 9:03, listen to the band that got me into a beautiful genre with horrible stigma, that being metalcore. I present to you, a great morning listen brought to you by DIECAST! (Awesome in all uppercase right?)
https://youtu.be/yuOAOzbPv6U
P.S. Do you say uppercase or all caps? I use uppercase because my dad does.
-Travis
Juan Wauters Changed My Life
“And the water will come down
AND wash you down
And let you see what you would be
If you’d have known what’s right or wrong
Or what is fun”
-Juan Wauters: Water.
My favorite book is Siddartha. If you haven’t read it, read it. A common theme is that after will tell you everything. Before I had even read that book or even listened to that song, I took a bike ride a few minutes down montauk highway from eastern Lindenhurst to eastern West Babylon and sat at a creek. Sitting and staring, soberly, at this creek I was amazed. Then, I put my glasses on and was astonished by the details of the ripples of the sharp small waves. Then I took my glasses off and just softly stared at the semi polluted stream on private property that was far too inviting to not explore. Here, I wrote a simple “poem” that would carry onto the theme of this writing. Here it is:
“Water will you tell you anything.
Water
will tell you
everything.”
Not a great poem, whatever, it made me feel cool and poetic staring across a privatized beautiful stream across from the old assisted living home of my late great grandparents.
But within this poem I found a simple truth: Water is essential and beautiful. But what hasn’t be a simple fact for people to understand is this: I’m Hispanic. My whole life I’ve had to hear, “oh but you’re white.” Do you know how annoying that is to hear your whole life? I prefer to speak Spanish and be myself. My ancestry is from Spain. Racist ass Lindenhurst always gave me a problem and I never felt “comfortable” being referred to as “the Puerto Rican kid”. I spoke Spanish with the Hondurans, el Salvadorians, and Dominicans, Polish with those in Polonia of Long Island, and English with English speaking people. I go to Hispanic Deli’s to eat. But no, I’m “that white Hispanic kid who moved here from [Kew Gardens] Queens.”
You know who else is a white hispanic from Queens? The man spreading joy named Juan Wauters, of Woodside, Queens! I can honestly say I have no idea how I discovered him but the first song I heard was the oh so appealing to me, “Water.”
https://youtu.be/23Qqg9yz7BU
Juan made me feel “comfortable in my own skin.” He made me proud to be the tall skinny, fun loving white hispanic that I am. He inspired me to paint in Spanish! He inspired me that it’s ok to be who I am! Growing up on racist Long Island, I was always terrified of racism. I mean, look at my name! Super white! But now I am no longer afraid to stick up for who I am and how I am. One time at sea world, some asshole told me and my mom to speak English and I will never forget that traumatizing moment! When 9/11 happened, the class ostracized me for being Hispanic! Fuck racism! Let’s end it together! Juan, thank you so much for inspiring me to be proud of the man I am!
And shouts out to Jason for spreading water awareness and shout out to Philly Anna, I heard you like my boy Juan too!
Rawbut Smit
Rawbut Smit
Ah Robert Smith. What a character. What an impact he had on my entire life from simple fear: The age of thirty.
The cure always had such a great effect on me because of course as a little boy I was into their dark aesthetic of woe is me and weah-weah but it lead me to discover such positive things about the world that I didn’t get through Anthrax and Hatebreed.
When I moved from Kew Gardens, Queens (I’m actually at this LIRR stop rn) to Lindenhurst, I was gifted the shitty yet phenomenal world of CABLE television. On this cable television came a phenomenal channel called VH1 CLASSIC. This was music my dad deemed as “not heavy enough.” As usual, in elementary school, I was up at 6am awake before anyone else in my house and for whatever weirdos are up watching Vh1 classic at this time, they were playing a documentary of the Cure.
As a single digit little boy seeking for answers at maybe a little too young of an age, his simple fear the age thirty meant so much to me. From that moment on, I always felt that I needed to find out who I was and what I love before then. And I’m happy to say I’ve done it. Sure I don’t have money and sure I’m a nervous, skinny ass mother fucker who always thinks I’m the odd one out, but that doesn’t mean Robert Smith gave me a meaning of a lifetime at a young age.
Rawbut, this ones for you: my favorite band covered this version of this song, but here’s the OG version that made me into the man I am today: https://youtu.be/rgo6_zyi0JU
-Travis
Romanticizing Romance
Romanticizing Romance
God I’m an idiot. So the only real models I’ve had of a relationship were my beautiful, perfect and wonderful parents. I love them with all my heart along with my brother and I will always cherish the rainy early 2000’s Pathmark trips. However, my dad’s parents were divorced and always awkward with each other but somehow friendly as well. My mom’s parents were divorced at an early age for her and both died when I was young. My great grandparents, a North African “Sicilian” and a Belarusian Jew would often just banter and get at each other for what I hope was fun. But unfortunately they developed Alzheimer’s but beautifully lived with each other until one died! I love them so much. I love my small family. I miss my dead aunt a lot. I really miss my dead grandmother too. I miss my great grandparents so much. Tears are not what this is about, it’s about healthy relationship models. So, growing up, all I had to show me what a relationship was my parents. Besides that, starting at the late age of about 21, I would romanticize the idea of just simply sleeping and waking up with the perfect girl and just hugging her and smiling at each other when we wake up and hugging again. I’ve seen nothing but shit relationships and obvious divorces, so I’ve always felt hopeless and felt that no one will love Travis for all his overly humorous mindsets.
So, one method to cope with this bullshit mindset is obviously mental masochism. Duh. For about FIVE YEARS, I would often drill the lyrics of Cursive’s MASTERPIECE: Doméstica into my ears before sleep EVERY NIGHT. Obviously it shows a fucked up, typical Stockholm syndrome type relationship of two lovers who get at each other but it would always fill me with the hope that someone out there will love Travis for the anxious little (6” isn’t that little) wreck that I am.
This album is not one to shuffle. This album is one to listen to in full with your eyes closed in the dark letting every scream and yelp soak up your open ears and mind. This is an album that will make you feel the empathy of both lovers as each song alternates between the struggles of communication and misunderstanding between the two.
A midwestern classic. Please do me a favor and let this album enter your heart.
https://youtu.be/lAyMQMuCsx0
My First CD
First of all I typed so much more than this and deleted it by accident because I didn’t select all when I thought I did and I am so sad about that. When I was a little kid, my dad and his twin brother, from Kew Gardens, Queens in the age of NYHC and hair metal, would always introduce me to music. Being as they’re only 21 years older than I am, they got to show me bands like Slayer and Anthrax, stuff no other six year old was listening to. They would bring me to the most beautiful musical paradise, a few seconds away from my house: Looney Tunes. This was CD heaven. Naturally, being a six year old, what’s cool? Punk’s cool! So, due to the drilling of the Latin alphabet into my brain from the outdated and detrimental schooling system of 1999, I started at the letter A. As a little kid with not much knowledge other than what my parents and uncle would show me, one thing other than punk mattered: album art. So obviously I’m going to find this beautiful, macabre type scary album cover:
And Travis was reborn. Wow what an album. I would (and still could) listen to this album alllll the time on my Walkman CD player and blast it downstairs on my mom’s giant late nineties stereo system dancing to this short EP on repeat. Say what you want about their later releases, I’ll back them forever. Then, six year old me went to the computer and found what would make me “that annoying straight edge kid” forever. As a naturally impressionable six year old, I listened to whatever bands AFI mentioned in an interview and like what they liked. Then boom. They mentioned straight edge. What a perfect life for the person like me. I never associated with my classmates and always hated going to school because I wanted to have fun with my parents instead. So this made me me. Six year old me saw this as the perfect “fuck you” to disgusting suburban right wing trash culture and ran with it forever. Along this straight edge journey, I met another “weird” kid. He wasn’t weird at all, we just lived in a fucked up xenophobic town that made fun of immigrants. At this table of four was my four great friends: Olivia—who always used to get into mischievous bullshit with me, Jacky, the Chinese kid with an As I Lay Dying shirt, and the new Polish kid who everyone thought was named Harold because of our WASP ass ignorant teacher. But it was Karol. Karol is my best friend. We met in fourth grade just because we sat at the same table. I was ostracized for being that straight edge repping kid who would wear band shirts so I would make friends with anyone that was treated poorly by the little idiots in my class. Instantly best friends. To this day, I can thank him for so much. I’ll always remember BLASTING HIS personal favorite album, Shut Your Mouth and Open Your Eyes. God I wish we could do that now, but he is in the far lands of Ohio, and I am in the low lands of unemployment. Speaking of unemployment, one of my favorite stories relating to AFI was when Karol was debating quitting his job, and of course I told him to do it, because “quit your job” was always a motto to unhappy people for me. So he texted his boss that he couldn’t make it to work and never showed up again if I recall correctly, and you KNOW we kept blasting “I quit!!!” from this song, that goes out to you, Karol:
https://youtu.be/tsEvP78HKEk
-Travis
Album of the Week 2!
What do fish smoke? Seaweed. What’s a great band? Seaweed!
My favorite album by them is the wonderfully titled, “Four”. Four times seven is 28 and that’s all the amount of minutes you need to have this beautiful album enter your mind so you can listen to it again. Every track goes so well into the other.
Their name is so appealing and so is their sound. Not one boring track on this album. Everything sounds so great.
This album is actually partially what prompted me to start this site, as I continually tweet songs to see if people would listen to them and considering my SHIT credibility and being the joke of most people, no one wants to listen to what I suggest. So In an attempt of pseudo-anonymity, I’ve started this. I keep trying to BUMP this album but someone always has to replace it with some trash joke music. Seaweed is nice. When I listen to this album it’s like Seakief though because it reminds me to say fuck off bruv. I like music and am open to most of it. If I wanna listen to an album in my room lemme Ball out!!!!
If a band made this shit now, ugh the “dad hats” and cuffed jeans with unnecessary carabiners would come stand with their gross beers and watch this band and probably just stand still in their new balances but god this band has such a great sound that I wish wasn’t recreated because it wouldn’t be SEAWEED. it would be BAYREGS if any of you lil false music kids wanna try this sound.
Oh my what a brief mini rant for no reason.
It’s 11:11 in the morning and here’s one of the million wishes in my mind: ENJOY this album on your next half hour drive.
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL643C83E0538E7EC4
Heres a sample track: https://youtu.be/RacBhEjw9Ag
-Travis
Free Pizza For Life!
The year: 2012. The duration of this: three fucking years. The location: your local Checkers. The scheme: printing out MAD free shake coupons. The legitimacy: one hunnit percent. The hilarity: immense.
The year: 2007. The question: Favorite band? The now controversial answer: Ghost Mice. The teacher: quizitive. The result: me getting my computer teacher into some good ass music on the first day of class!
I was always into weird, “Travis is weird as fuck” music ever since I was young, so in about 2006 or so, I found the glorious world of peak-years folk punk. I have always loved mice, stemming from the common occurrence of my mom and I playing Mouse Trap, and to see a band with that beautiful animal in the name, wow how appealing.
Limewire brought me to two song, “Free Pizza For Life” and “the Good Life”. Two such Travis songs. Of course. I’ve pretty much had a similar mindset since the second I finished these both songs. My life was happier millionsfold after hearing these trap bangers.
Here are the first two songs I ever heard by them:
Free Pizza For Life
https://youtu.be/Q5Ls-b7wkhA
The Good Life
https://youtu.be/TOBmw2BMHFA
And here’s my of all time number three by then:
https://youtu.be/uy6fsjSMzlo
Enjoy! Smile to this shit yo!
-Travis
Joseph, This One’s For You.
Joshua Fit For Battle. What a band. Almost ten years ago, my friend Joseph Ramirez/joeyoxenfree and I used to frequent[ly destroy the quality of] turntable.fm. A band I learned from him is the absolutely PHENOMENAL essential band. We often used to get at each other for our musical opinions, me being the loyal long islander who loves your favorite weapon and him being the presumably more correct Oklahoma better music listener, but one band we always bonded over was Glassjaw. When Our Colour Green: The Singles came out, oh boy were we excited. That was the days of destroying odd future boards and making some nice high school raps. Joseph, you’re the man.
Here’s a sample song: https://youtu.be/20wrYTnC8ls
Here’s a sample album: https://youtu.be/VNmXcshDJ-o
Love you, Burrito
-Travis