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@thirdstringmike
Spread this.
I need to say something, something I feel is very important. I really don't care if anyone is upset by this or opposed to it because if you are, you're part of the problem. But it's time we, on the industry side of things, stop being silent. I'm not sure how many of you read music news or keep up with what's going on, but a trend is developing of musicians taking advantage of young girls. It's not accusations, it's not "boys being boys," it's full on taking advantage of their status and position in this world for selfish and disgusting sexual conquests. Imagine you're 14 years old and you meet your favorite singer at a show. He asks you to come backstage to meet the rest of the band. You're ecstatic because this has been your dream, you post about this band every day, you know every word to every song, you have posters on your wall, and every t-shirt they've ever sold. Once you're backstage, the vibe changes. He starts coming off a little inappropriate at first and it escalates. You feel uncomfortable but this is your favorite band, you don't want to let them down, you kinda laugh and brush it off because it's your favorite band, but again it escalates, and you don't say no because you don't want to let them down. So you do whatever makes them happy and then later feel empty, used, alone, depressed, and frightened to talk to anyone about it. This isn't a movie or hypothetical situation, this is actually occurring. We as promoters, as managers, as record labels, as booking agents, as musicians, and as humans have to stand up for these young girls. If you see something sketchy, if you know of someone that does this, don't look the other way. It is NOT okay. These are music fans. Supporters of bands we all work with. These are the people that give us jobs by buying merch, tickets, CDs. It is our duty to protect them and give them a safe environment to enjoy that music in. To be clear: this DOES NOT happen on every show, with every band, on every bus, and in every backstage dressing room. I am not here to spread fear and paranoia amongst parents and young people. I am not here to say all band guys are monsters. I am saying it has happened and does happen and we need to end it. It is not worth the ticket sales, album sales, or merch sales to shelter any musician from the consequences of their actions. We need to make an effort to keep young girls, and all women, safe at concerts. We need to hold men accountable for their actions. This means everything. Girls need to be able to be in the pit without being grabbed, be able to crowd surf without being groped, and be able to meet a band without being approached inappropriately and sexually. They did not buy a VIP ticket to meet your band and be talked into statutory rape. Stand up. If you see something, say something. Let's protect our girls and women. Let's educate them on how to get proper help if they've been in these situations. Let's make them feel welcome and safe in this scene. This is very important. If anyone reading this wants to talk about this topic further you can message me. Inappropriate comments made will be deleted and you'll be removed from my friends list.
I hope life is treating you well. You're such an inspiration. I kind of love you.
You're too kind
EXCLUSIVE: Front Porch Step Phone Conversation With Ex-Girlfriend [5/18/15]
During the call, Jake shamed Autumn for being in an abusive relationship, threatened any “skeletons” she has from her past, mocked her for not being able to afford a therapist, and talks about how he has plans to put out more music and tour.
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@kitryder
Wishful thinking.
We all get stabbed and we all stab back If not with actions, with words we can't retract. We all break hearts and we all get broken But there's nothing worse than words unspoken. A lot of lessons learned, a lot of lessons taught And no one ever won every time that we fought. We found a way to run, but we ran the wrong way A thousand words in notes that our lips will never say. We can let the past be something we get passed And rebuild a stronger "us" that might actually last. We can tell ourselves lies and lay all alone Or we can find the courage to pick up the phone.
SHE.
My Twenties - Intro & Chapter 1: 20
INTRODUCTION I decided since I am turning 30 in a few weeks that it would be kind of cool to reflect on my 20's. I am going to do the best I can to accurately remember each year, and I might mix up some things, but I think it'll be cool. I plan to be pretty personal as it gives a more accurate look at who I am today. I will try to keep it all positive, but I had some dark times. So here we go... CHAPTER 1: 20 Turning 20 started with me entering my sophomore year of college at the University of North Texas. Truth be told, I was already ready to drop out. I loved the friends that I had made, but I was battling a lot of personal things and I was almost positive I wasn't going to make it through the year. At this point, I was on and off with a girl that was 4 years older than me while still battling the pain from my "high school sweetheart," as you could refer to her, breaking my heart. It was my first "love" and a lot of firsts, including the first time I was cheated on. I went from a happy go lucky naive boy to a quickly depressed and bitter young man. As you can imagine, given where you know I'm at, it was mostly music that pulled me out of this rut. By my 20th birthday, I had been promoting shows for one year and 5 months. I already had one employee that was quickly becoming my best friend and spending all of his days at my dorm room / then my apartment, we had an office, and we had become friends with a graphic designer and web guy that would quickly also become part of our team and quest to beat the MySpace system. We channelled all our time and energy into building Third String Productions. We were only doing about one show a month, at The Plano Centre, but building up our brand online and on MySpace was a 24/7 thing. We weren't like all the other promoters, we were constantly connected to our audience and it was selling tickets like crazy. It was all a family, built through MySpace event invites and meeting in real life. We started staying up all night and I started skipping classes. I saw where life was going and I wanted to take full advantage of my surroundings while I was still in Denton. Our group consisted of myself, my best friend and essentially partner with the company Michael Henry, our friend Abiel who found every way to make automated bots and cool apps to build our fanbase, our friend Cody who designed all our art and would later go on to be a highly respected tattoo artist, and our friend Cameron who also helped market the shows and hang with us. It was pretty much just like any other start up. A bunch kids sitting around drinking, smoking, and talking about changing the world instead of going to our actual classes. As this went on, I made the decision to drop out of college, or as I so nicely put it for my parents, "take a semester off." I mean... I really did intend to go back if it didn't work out, but we were just on the cover of Business Week in a story called "The MySpace Generation" and things were rapidly changing for us. The Panic At The Disco lyrics "stop stalling make a name for yourself" were actually what pushed me over to take the step to drop out. So in late November of 2005, I got an apartment with Michael in North Dallas and started what would go on to be known as the "Frankford & Marsh" days. A local band that spent a lot of time at our apartment (as did every other band and friend) would later name a song after this. Out of our music scene group, we were probably some of the first to get an apartment so it began to always be a party at our place, but the laptops were always out and the ideas were always brewing in our heads. As January rolled around I started dating an amazing girl named Taryn who went to Texas A&M university. Having dropped out and been running my own business, I was able to leave and make the road trips to see her quite often. It was these long drives that my love for Anti-Flag, NoFX, and all the fast paced punk / pop-punk bands I loved was rekindled to keep me awake during the boring hours of the drive. She was a great person, but as you can tell by my current relationship status, not the one. And having said that, I feel like this whole reflection is going to be half how I grew in business and half the start of my own personal "how I met your mother" quest. Haha. Michael and I took a trip out to Pasadena, CA to speak at a conference about building your brand with social media, mostly, MySpace. It was an all expenses paid trip we took full advantage of and stayed longer to enjoy the beach and all California had to offer. This was the first time I realized I had a lot of traveling coming up in my life if I was going to keep working in music. Anyway, as 2006 went on, I was more in love with music than ever before. Plano Centre shows were starting to REALLY take off and we were starting to book and build bands like A Day To Remember and MyChildren MyBride. Also locals Memphis May Fire and Ivoryline. It was a great year of my life, but I couldn't have been prepared for the shit show that happens when you turn 21...
Stunning Diptych Tattoos Form Landscapes Across the Backs of Legs
Tattoo artist Houston Patton crafts intricate landscape scenes that span the back of his client’s legs. Working under the name Thieves of Tower, he collaborates with artist Dagny Fox who oversees his creative direction and helps make these unique projects happen.
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Reblogging every time I see this R.I.P. James Avery aka Uncle Phil
I don't miss it.
I don't miss it, but I miss who we were, at least for part of it, most of it. We had some real amazing moments and memories. If I were to divide my life up into moments, most of the best ones were either because of you or while you were around. A lot happened that made me who I am today during those moments and I'm so grateful. It gets lonely sometimes when you don't really attempt dating because you feel like no one will really "get" you anyway, but it's nice to have moments to look back on when someone did.
This is not a sad post.
This is not a sad post, this is a post about growing up. Sometimes negative life events really make us be honest with ourselves and send us down a more positive path even if we don't see it at the time. About 8 months ago, what I would consider to this day to be (overall) the best relationship I've ever been in, came to an end. The details of that have already been over shared, so that's not the point of this. At the time I went through stages, as I believe we all do, of sadness, bitterness, anger, and self-destruction. Today, as I sit and reflect on the last 8 months, and the last 3+ months I've spent in this new life I've started in California, I am extremely grateful for what happened. Let me explain. Relationships can be great. They can also go bad. People fall out of love. The worst thing you can keep doing is stay in something that isn't making you happy, but it's unfortunately the easiest. The hardest thing to do is to let go of love and move on with your life, but it's the best thing you can do for yourself and the other person involved. My life since basically high school had been a roller coaster ride of relationship after relationship, with a couple long breaks inbetween, where regardless of the outcomes I have learned a lot. But it wasn't until recently that I finally got on board with the advice I've given so many people of loving myself first. Despite the smile on my face, there's been a lot of times I was faking it to get through the day. However, over the past few months I have found complete and total happiness in life. I have learned to put myself first for once and focus on what's important. I've given myself breaks to explore and adventure and experience life. I've tried so many new things and I've seen so many new places. I've become so much more social, outgoing, and I know that I carry myself so much better in professional interactions. I've stopped complaining about what goes wrong and focused on what's going right, because we can't always win. In the past 8 months, I have traveled to New York (twice), California, Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, all over Texas, and more. I've started my life out here in California, met a ton of new people, built stronger relationships with people I've only known over the Internet, and genuinely found what it means to be happy in life for the first time in years. Here's my point, this isn't a "look at me I'm so awesome" post, this is a hope to all of you that aren't in this same place. I want you to know I've been where you are and I've dug myself out and if I can help you in any way or even just be an example of the words "it'll get better" then this post was worth typing and admitting my past struggles. I will privately share details and help you dig yourself out. Someone asked me the other day how I got through what I did and I wanted to open myself up for more people to reach out. If all I'm doing is working and enjoying my own life without impacting others, I'm still not living to the extent I want to. Life does get better. You can recover from anything. You can take control back in your life. You can forgive those that have hurt you, wish them well, and move on knowing you've learned and grown. Value your memories and the moments you felt alive and focus on creating more of them. In the words of my good friend David Muise "Find your shovel." You can dig yourself out of whatever hole you're in. I promise.
Warped.