


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.



Henry David Thoreau - "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them."
My last name is German, so when people ask, I just say "German". But, I've I've got a bit of Italian, Irish, and Native American in me, too.



How many of you guys try to identify with your heritage?
Say you'll make a meal every once in a while or do something traditional etc.
I know Kam drinks a lot so that's an Irish tradition. Any of you other guys do anything?
(:jk:)
Henry David Thoreau - "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them."



How many of you guys try to identify with your heritage?
Say you'll make a meal every once in a while or do something traditional etc.
I know Kam drinks a lot so that's an Irish tradition. Any of you other guys do anything?
(jk)
Henry David Thoreau - "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them."



I prefer the multicultural approach to eating. I like ethnic foods. Why stick to mine?



To be serious for a minute, almost all of my ethnic and cultural identity / nostalgia / heritage is Virginian.
I see myself as an American, but I see myself as equally Virginian.
I guess that's gotten Virginia into some trouble in the past, but I really do see it that way.
I know that another true Virginian and I will have shared experiences, knowledge, and perspectives.
That is an ethnicity. And it is mine.
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1/4 Jewlock
1/4 Irish Catholic
1/8 French
1/8 Cherokee Injun
1/4 Okie



Yeah, I agree too.
To be fair, though, Irish food is pretty damn boring. Especially if you, like me, have a taste for spicier foods.
Living in Ireland it's pretty hard not to identify with culture and heritage, I think. It's not like we have any grand traditions or anything. Especially if you're not religious. We're just all about having fun, sticking with your family, being loyal to your friends, eating, drinking to be merry and having the craic. It's not a complicated country.
Oh, and hating the English. But that's pretty much a global thing anyway, right?![]()
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.



By the way, Andrew, I only have Tapatalk, a phone and the occasional free wifi hotspot to browse the forums. That makes searching them a huge pain in the ass, so I'll just ask here; did you get your new amp sorted yet, dude?
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.



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.



50% Irish
25% English
25% Slovak



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I actually lol'd at that but just in case anyone misunderstood my post, I actually meant that in the nicest way possible. I've been to quite a few countries and met quite a few people and Americans are consistently some of the friendliest. It's one of the most welcoming countries I've ever visited.
It's like any country, I guess. It's easy to hate on a whole nation just because of reputations and history and the actions of a government but once you're actualy in the street with regular people living regular lives...you just can't help but love the place.
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 was mostly just raging that Kam is IN OUR MIDST!
OUR MIDST!!!
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Henry David Thoreau - "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them."