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An Ode to Adam Bryant Once upon a time there was a boy named Adam But that's not his real name, if you can fathom He is actually Robert Adam Bryant As a Tennessee native, his love of Krystal is giant He should have rolled with the future Big Smo Instead he found another way to put on a show He rocked out with his band Simpleside And left hundreds of fans satisfied One thing he's very good at is procrastination For many of us, that causes consternation He loves Chipotle and pirates too When Hannibal and Rubicon were canceled, he felt blue Like Bobby, he puts it all on his back He refuses to display his kidney stone on a plaque His drink of choice is bourbon But he'll down Rolling Rock if you urge him Betty Draper he frequently kills He watches Mad Dogs mostly for the thrills When Breaking Bad ended, he was the one who sobs He adores all things Sorkin, especially Steve Jobs Yes, that includes Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip It had many more years left in it, just like Miss Blankenship Sometimes he writes haylers, but his writing is usually butter than ever His "Holy cow!" pun for Dig was his attempt to be clever "Who's the Xbox? Who's the Atari?" was all him He often goes on Starbursts runs on a whim When he does interviews, he asks "Who am I gonna tell?" without fail His all-time favorite superhero is Batman, from Keaton to Bale My WALL-E laugh made him absolutely lose it He inexplicably hates the goddess that is Cate Blanchett But Connie Landers is who he hates the most When we watched 12 Angry Men, he was totally engrossed He likes to keep his brownie master wife away from us And accepted being a Hufflepuff without fuss Once he was so wasted, he said the time was 23rd Street His drunk Kiefer Sutherland impression can't be beat Getting us addicted to Big Brother was one of his goals If he watched the feeds, he could fill in the holes Last year, we founded Big Brother Book Club But first, he had to watch the episodes but struggled to keep up He loves to attend fights with his BFF Kyle The jeans, white tee and button-down combo is his whole style He's very smart but sometimes says things that make us fume Like Fulton Reed being an outcast and "What is Room?" Scott Caan called him "homes," but he's like his dad James Or so a completely crazy person claims His departure will leave us with a huge void Maybe now he can find some to time to watch Freud! We hope he will KITH with us, which to him is a point that is moo But like our good Friends, if he had to, he'd pee on any one of you

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we've been waiting around searching for the sound that we love

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Fuck. Now we're really getting obscure. With the exception of a crippled Myspace page with a single demo on it and an essentially useless Facebook page, this band does not for all intents and purposes exist. This particular track dates somewhere in the timeframe of 2004 according to the file, but it's been transferred between so many different hard drives and computers it's impossible to know if it's an accurate reading. If I had to guess, I'd say that 2004 would be right - judging from the obvious Creed-era Tremonti influence going on in the tracks that I have, I'd say my discovery of this band stems from one of the Tremonti message boards that I frequented around that time. After all, 2004 was notable for both the death of Creed and the birth of Alter Bridge, as well as the beginning of me taking music seriously both as a consumer and a composer.

This song is actually quite good as far as post-grunge goes; it's catchy as shit, and the instrumentation is serviceable. What blows me away is that - with the exception of possibly one other song - this is the only professional-level quality song that exists from this band that I'm aware of. Period. That's how independent this band was - like Failsafe, they were just a bunch of kids playing music, but they didn't even get as far as the Tulsa-natives did. It's a damned shame that they're still not trying, because after 7 years of practice, they might've become something really worth checking out. But according to the internet, these guys just don't really exist anymore: nothing on iTunes, nothing on YouTube, nothing anywhere. Those were different times.

I'm really proud that I've kept these tracks, actually. It absolutely blows my mind that there are people out there who have no idea that I can still occasionally break out a track that they recorded 7 years ago as kids and sing along to it. That was one of the main reasons I was so eager to make all of my band's music available on our various pages: I might have been able to count the people who were genuinely into the tracks I wrote on one hand, but they existed. I still remember the first time a kid that I had never met before, who did not know a single person that I know, who had absolutely no relationship to me, found us on Myspace and repeatedly sent us personal messages complimenting us and thanking us for the music.

That's like a fucking dream come true. The wishful-thinker in me still fantasizes that maybe, every once in awhile, he breaks out The Smell of Rain and gives it a spin. God help me, he might even know the words. That's surreal. And if I could get through to one kid, then I could definitely get through to others, even if it's just a few. Makes me sad that I lost the support of the band. I still write, but I don't have any motivation any more, save personal motivation. Makes me very sad.

I plan on using this section of my feed to highlight obscure moments like this. Hell, I might even throw up some of my own stuff, embarrassing as it is - old demos, new demos, whatever. Because more than anything else, this song has taught me that once something is out there, it's out there forever, and you can't take it back. 

But why the fuck would you want to?

I wish nothing but the best to the members of this band. Wherever they are, they've still got a fan.

d.a. garabedian