


Every love that made me lose my reasoning. Every chord that made my conscience ache. Every day spent counting hours. Well, none of them comes close to singing back a song inside my head.
I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans, and I remember safe-as-houses self-belief.



Aww, snap...
Last edited by Kam; 11-21-2010 at 10:14 AM.
Every love that made me lose my reasoning. Every chord that made my conscience ache. Every day spent counting hours. Well, none of them comes close to singing back a song inside my head.
I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans, and I remember safe-as-houses self-belief.



Here's a little audio example of what I was saying about Thrice earlier:
This is my idea of a great heavy(ish) song...
This is not.
Every love that made me lose my reasoning. Every chord that made my conscience ache. Every day spent counting hours. Well, none of them comes close to singing back a song inside my head.
I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans, and I remember safe-as-houses self-belief.
EHD
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Just here surfing Guitar Pron ibanez.com wiring diagrams
RG2EX1 w/ SD hot-rodded pickups
RG4EXFM1 w/ Carvin S22j/b + FVN middle
Carvin Belair
Laney GC80A Acoustic Amp (a gift from Guitar Player Mag)
GNX3000 (yea I'm a modeler)



Only an Irishman would even consider a kick in the taint over a slap in the eyes. If this wasn't kam (or Lucid) a kick in the taint would not even be considered.
My Sound Clips
0nly two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
- Albert Einstein (1879-1955)



I really love sushi but I've only had real sushi two or three times in my life. Plus I'm terrible at remembering names of things in foreign languages so I can't really answer that. I generally eat prepackaged **** from petrol stations and supermarkets that most of you would probably be disgusted at.
Expiration dates are for pussies.
I can pick the shoe? That's easy, man.
Punt away.
I'll barely feel it and I'll still be able to see well enough to retaliate.
In fact, with slippers that soft and fluffy I might even enjoy it.![]()
Every love that made me lose my reasoning. Every chord that made my conscience ache. Every day spent counting hours. Well, none of them comes close to singing back a song inside my head.
I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans, and I remember safe-as-houses self-belief.
Zombie, Vampire, Werewolf . . . how would you prefer to terrorize your family and friends?



Well, not a zombie. I love zombie movies but actually being one would be pretty boring. Anyway, I have too many friends who are more than willing to shove a wooden stick through my head without me being dead enough to give them a decent excuse to finally do it.
So...vampire and werewolf. I like the idea of a werewolf but I don't really like the idea of fleas or worms. Plus, all that human flesh has gotta mess with your insides and I'm assuming by the time it works it's way out of your system you would have reverted back to being human just in time for a massively unpleasant and truly savage dump.
Add to that my natural night-personness and my fondness for actually remembering my kills and I think I'd have to be a vampire. The added bonus of being able to immortalise some good friends is a nice plus too.
Not one of those stupid, cliche, pussy Twilight vampires, though. I'm thinking more like something from Interview With A Vampire. Something with class.
Every love that made me lose my reasoning. Every chord that made my conscience ache. Every day spent counting hours. Well, none of them comes close to singing back a song inside my head.
I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans, and I remember safe-as-houses self-belief.



Time for another song:
Brody is smokin' hot in this video. To quote a random Youtube poster: I've never been more jealous of a microphone in my life.
EDIT: From guitars to amps, these guys have consistently great taste in gear, too.
Every love that made me lose my reasoning. Every chord that made my conscience ache. Every day spent counting hours. Well, none of them comes close to singing back a song inside my head.
I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans, and I remember safe-as-houses self-belief.



I'll probably be passing this on either tonight or tomorrow morning so if there's any other burning questions you need to ask your friendly neighbourhood Kam, then now's the time.
Now, here's Rory doing what Rory does best:
Every love that made me lose my reasoning. Every chord that made my conscience ache. Every day spent counting hours. Well, none of them comes close to singing back a song inside my head.
I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans, and I remember safe-as-houses self-belief.



Have you played in many bands?
How did it all go?
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Describe a typical weekend in the life of Kam....
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Kam, what is your favorite phallus shaped food?
Chuck Schumer is an *******.



My Sound Clips
0nly two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
- Albert Einstein (1879-1955)



Ah yes, Geoduck, the Phallus of the sea.
My Sound Clips
0nly two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
- Albert Einstein (1879-1955)



lol. I can't believe it took you guys this long to turn the conversation to phalluses. Wait...phallusi? Whatever.
I've played in three bands. One never really got out of the garage phase, which is probably just as well. We were ****ing awful.
The other one was pretty good; I played in what was pretty much a backing band for a tremendously talented girl that I've known for almost ten years. She's an incredible classical guitarist, a great singer and she writes some really great, very honest songs. She's put her musical projects on hold for a bit while she's studying medicine, which is a shame but totally understandable. We only played maybe two or three gigs but it was a very cool experience and totally outside my comfort zone.
I was in a band for about four years called Dirty Dellaway. We had a myspace here which hasn't been updated in years (since we broke up) but it still has our first demo uploaded. I started off playing guitar but when our bassist left I took over on bass duties.
When we recorded the songs on the Myspace I'd only been playing bass for a few months and had no clue about anything to do with music theory so it's just pretty boring root notes sort of thing. As we went on I gradually improved and embellished all my parts, turning them into something vaguely recognisable as something worth playing.
The singer/lead guitarist was a genius. He'd been playing some sort of instrument since he was no age, he had perfect pitch and he was the star of the school orchestra. He was also ****in' nuts. When he left we went through two other singers and then we gradually fizzled out. Most of the writing we did after he left was done by myself and the drummer and, in my opinion, slays anything we ever properly recorded. The rhythm guitarist was completely unreliable and fairly uncreative. When it got to the point that we hadn't gigged in over a year and were practicing once or twice a month I'd had enough and left. The others folded pretty swiftly afterwards.
It's a shame, really. We had some real chemistry, we wrote some decent songs and we put on one hell of a live show. I wish we could have went out with more of a bang but them's the breaks, eh.
I really miss playing live, though. Some of my best memories were formed on a stage.
Every love that made me lose my reasoning. Every chord that made my conscience ache. Every day spent counting hours. Well, none of them comes close to singing back a song inside my head.
I remember calloused hands and paint-stained jeans, and I remember safe-as-houses self-belief.