My Fictions. Lynnfield, MA 2012
In absence of an up to date flier for the show specifically: TAKE A LONG HARD LOOK AT THAT MARCH 30th DATE!
Our homies in Great American Ghost are dropping a new EP on Frequency Deleted Records that is 100% guaranteed to be some of the gnarliest shit you hear all year, and on the 30th, there is a very radical show taking place for them that my band so happens to be a part of.
I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH THAT THEY DESERVE ALL THE SUPPORT THEY CAN GET AND ALL THESE SHOWS ARE GOING TO KICK ASS. BUT I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE ANT CELLAR SHOW.
So what’s the deal with the 30th? Let me tell you.
First, you got My Fictions. Local princes of Topshelf Records. Fast, energetic hardcore with undertones of oldschool screamo (pg. 99, Circle Takes the Square) sensibilities. One of the best bands you’ve ever heard in your life, I promise.
Then of course there’s Great American Ghost. A band that hasn’t been around forever, but still has years of experience under their belt, GAG delivers one of the wildest performances I’ve ever seen. Very fast, very hectic, but always down to pull in the reigns with some huge, groovy riffs. Throw hands, bang heads.
Then some of our oldest band friends, Aviator. Simple put, one of the most underrated modern post-hardcore bands around. Beautiful music that’s not afraid to build up and remind you that they’re still a hardcore band. Vocals and lyrics that will leave you weary and broken in the best possible way you could ever imagine. Sad music for sad people that always delivers.
Speaking of sad and always delivering, William James is making an appearance to do what he does best: spoken word poetry. If you think such an intermission sounds funny in the midst of a hardcore basement show, you’ve never seen William James. He will break your heart, then build your hopes, and remind you that there are things in your life worth fighting for. But he’ll do more than that: He’ll make you want to actually stand the fuck up and fight for them. I swear, every time I see his set, I feel a surge of confidence, and the courage to do things that would typically scare the shit out of me. Quite frankly one of my favorite performers that I have ever seen, period.
Lastly, there’s us in The Navidson Record. I feel funny talking about ourselves.We come to get rowdy, bang heads and have some fucking fun. We’re no strangers to bringing a little darkness to the party, too. Like Every Time I Die with the occasional Converge or Full of Hell moment. We’re weird, so just come see us and you’ll get it. <3
THIS IS AT THE ANT CELLAR IN LOWELL, MA
THE ADDRESS IS SECRET SO EMAIL email@example.com FOR IT.
IT STARTS AT 8pm. DON’T RELY ON PUNK TIME, JUST IN CASE.
THIS IS A FREE SHOW, BUT AS IT GOES WITH RAD DIY VENUES LIKE THIS, DONATIONS ARE APPRECIATED AND WELCOME.
COME HAVE SOME FUN, COME SUPPORT A FEW AMAZING BANDS.
Here’s the link
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If you haven’t already, you should definitely take a sec to check out the musical stylings of My Fictions, Great American Ghost, Aviator, and spoken word poet William James. All exceptionally talented artists and just great people. Also, my band will be making some noise too.
See you there?
This is going to be an awesome show! Thursday 4.4.13 @ SUNY Oneonta. 6:30pm/$10
I don’t know what to blame for why I shy away so much,
But I’m taking steps forward towards facing all of my faults
Take my ego hostage; sign the ransom note as the holy ghost
and bring my agnostic eyes to the pit of my chest, the sightline of my stomach
because i can’t digest a single thing about this place
And when I die I won’t know anything and it won’t mean a fucking thing
It’s going to come down soon, I’ve been running scared I don’t feel prepared
Oh my sweet serene, don’t I love how you’ve been watching me?
I take the good with the bad, I guess, at least someone’s watching,
I validate my existence through self loathing
And when I look at my life, it’s a procession through fluorescent lights
A synthetic sun I keep shying myself away from
And when I think of all the people I’ve wronged I just want to be left alone
But I’m forever stuck here to reflect
You know I hate how I get but this distance is developing
And I can’t lie in the same grave for a week at a time in my ever-changing mind
This destiny draws into a black hole and I’m circling the drain as I wait for the end
Now I know why I’m afraid to die, I’m just so sick of crossing lines
and I feel as if I fucking hate myself
As if I can’t relate to anyone outside my self
To anything at all, so sick of building walls
Like I scared my self out of it
Because whenever I leave the house I just want to go back inside
and I guess that’s why I can’t believe the myth that we are always moving forward
Today is cool. Thanks, duders. #myfictions #topshelfrecords #vinyl
My Fictions - Same Grave