To be, or not to be, I suppose that could be the question. The problem is, no one’s got the bloody time of day to answer it! We’re too busy trying to figure out our own shit. Scratch that. We’re too lazy to do that. Most of you would probably
Song writing. Touchy subject, I know. I get instant heartburn every time the subject comes up. What a bitch, huh? I mean, let’s think about it…
The endless heartache. The countless arguments about structures and riffs. The nervous feeling that never settles quite right in your stomach, just like you’d eaten
This week’s article is inspired by an interesting post on Facebook that caught my attention. As I was scrolling through the endless piles of shit exposed to me, making my brain melt faster than a nuclear fuck meltdown, I was saved by a curious little post. So in advance, I’d
«You will never get a second chance to make a first impression.»
- Mark Rogers
Alright kids, class is now in session. Let's get down to it. Put your books aside and let's talk about…..
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There’s no other way to say this. People are pretty shitty.
Inexplicably, we have a natural tendency to group ourselves with those we feel are most similar to us. In doing so, whether willingly or not, we isolate others and create a rigid hierarchy where we leave those different from us
Disclaimer: The Red Zone is a series of articles written with the intent of discussing the life of being in a band. Should you lack a sense of humor or be easily offended by foul language, I suggest you take your faint hearted soul and leave it at the coat-check,