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About me:I have been playing music ever since I was a kid. I have been playing piano for fifteen years and electric, acoustic, and bass guitar for 10 years. I have also been playing the drums for ten years and dabble a little in saxophone. In a sense I guess you can say music is my life.
Member Since:July 21, 2009
Last Login:About 4 days ago
Location:Marietta, GA
Birthday:January 15
Music means to me:"Bob Marley had this idea. It was kind of a virologist idea. He believed that you could cure racism and hate... literally cure it, by injecting music and love into people's lives. When he was scheduled to perform at a peace rally, a gunman came to his house and shot him down. Two days later he walked out on that stage and sang. When they asked him why - He said, "The people, who were trying to make this world worse... are not taking a day off. How can I? Light up the darkness."
-I Am Legend
Schools:Georgia Southern University
General Interests:I like to play golf and tennis in my spare time along with other recreational activities.

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"What a lovely evening" A Tale of Disbelief
Tue 9/29/2009 11:39PM
What a lovely evening…manhandled and demoralized…the next thing you know cops are swarming. (What is going on??) Questions begin looming as I start from the very beginning. When and where was I? Well, today is September 30, 2009 and a very awful night is lingering. Let me start from the beginning. (I get carried away) The night was supposed to be a typical Tuesday evening in Statesboro, GA. The Braves had just lost a big game and I decided that it was in my best interest to go out to my local water hole. My wing man who was happening to have a nasty case of diarrhea was all to ready to go out and enjoy the cool, blisful night. I started the evening by drinking at my friend's place while watching the Braves race to catch up with the Colorado Rockies. (We lost) Out next occasion took us to the small local bar of Millhouse where we enjoyed cheap drinks and cheap thrills. It was a chilly night and I was glad I remembered to change my t-shirt into a long sleeved polo. My options were limited bet yet I was quite welcomed by the sudden burst of cold, light air as the night wore on. Who would have known that the situation would progress into darkness? (My lips were shivering) I decided to rally my friends and make a break for the real hang out to be at…Retrievers Bar and Grill. We knew that if our night was going to truly be filled with Zen we needed to make our way to the one bar we call home. As we arrived our spirits were lifted with certainty. There is love in the air. Awful noises of bad singers and drunken patrons fill my heart with comfort. I am ready for the night to begin. For the most part, I am hanging out with my college roommate and several of my drunken lady friends. (Happy hour will always be a trend even this close to graduation) The night goes on and my friends begin to disappear one by one. My wing man could not hold his bowels back so he decided to vacate the bar as necessary for one in his condition. Now as I progress through the story I am currently down to one friend. I buy her a drink and we decide to emancipate ourselves into the parking lot where we will ride safely home to reminisce another day. Suddenly, a call rings to her phone and panic streaks through her eyes like a deer in headlights. I didn’t understand it at first but the first movement she made was a left turn dash toward a competing bar. (A bar that so chance happens to be a place where bouncers get sued for beating people up) I see crowds of people swarming like locust to a storm that is brewing near the entrance of the bar. My initial thoughts are that someone has flustered the bouncers to the point of retaliation. Low and behold, I arrive at the scene and there lying on the ground is one of companions getting pounded away at by the bouncers. (I freeze) (What am I to do in this position?) I see her boyfriend running to me with tears in her eye. She explains to me that the bouncers accosted him for the wrong reasons. Apparently, he was being accused of trying to hit his girlfriend at the bar. I know this guy and my gut instinct is that the bouncers have falsified information. From what I know of the bouncers at the competing bar is that they will present untrue facts to authority figures to be able to beat the crap out of someone. (Of course this is wrong but power is a very intoxicating being) Authority is the main source of security for several of the gentleman that work at this establishment. (I get carried away) As I progress with my story the situation becomes tenser. My good buddy who was being harassed is now being hurt to the point where he might be seriously injured. I walk up and ask one of the bouncers nicely if he could tell the other bouncer to loosen his grip on my friend’s neck when suddenly I was struck and pushed down to the ground. I was taken aback. The man who pushed me was a massive creature. My resolve was stricken. What was I to do? I tried to reason with the accuser but nothing was of consequence. (The cops arrived) There I am with my moral prejudice. I am staring at my friend being defiled by the bouncers of this illegitimate establishment. What happens next is the most appalling thing I have ever been put through. A young gentleman that worked at the bar decided that I shouldn’t be allowed to go there anymore and I was hustled away by a police officer. (My first reaction as I was being hauled away is that I was going to jail) She told me I was being charged with criminal trespassing. I thought to myself the whole time bout my good buddy who was beaten up at this bar about a year ago. (Oh how I reminisce) He happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time with his ex-girlfriend and got knocked around by the bouncers to the point of humiliation. He was beaten so bad that he had to file charges and he sued the bar for thousands of dollars. (In my opinion he should have gotten more because the bouncers at this particular establishment show such immoral behavior on a constant basis) (Oh how I reminisce) Well before I get too ahead of myself, there I was being taken away to a cop car by this lady. I was pissing and moaning to her about how I was assualted. She told me if I didn’t shut up that I would be taken to jail. What does that mean? If anything I was going to press charges against this establishment for abuse against my friend and myself. But in the end, there I was staring at a restraining order that stated I could not step within 100 feet of Rum Runners in the future. There it is I said it! The bar in question has been stated. I laughed at the officer and signed the order with utter disbelief. (I live in a scum town) What am I to say to such inconsistency? The law is flawed. I feel like Alice tumbling down that dwelling rabbit hole as I search for truth and answers. As I walked away into the distance I reminisced to myself…What a lovely evening
"I digress" A Tale of Terror
Sun 9/20/2009 7:15PM
Its October 18, 2008: Widespread is on the verge of wrapping up their two night stint in Atlanta, GA. The lot is full of hope and happiness. I did not realize at the time though that this particular night would be host to a mixture of terror and joy that I still to this day can't understand. It would be better if I start the story from the beginning. (Getting ready to eat mushrooms and take the journey I both asked and did not ask for.) (In a sense). When we arrived in the lot everyone had been drinking for several hours. Suddenly I was approached by one of my best friends who had just obtained a fresh bag of mushrooms from a lot hippy. Widespread Panic music lots are home to the widest variety of moral degenerating substances known to man. I assure you, if you are trying to get high then this is the place to be. (I digress) Taking the mushrooms into my hand I placed them gently in my mouth and chewed them for several minutes. The taste of shit and soot flowed through my mouth. (One of the most unpleasant things I have ever eaten) (I digress) The night drew on and I started to feel changes. It was close to time to walk in the concert. As we finished our beverages our group began to make its way toward the gates. (Our hearts were pounding as we could almost smell the impending music in the air) The girls that we were with managed to track down nitrous balloons on the way into the concert. Sounds of laughter and giggling began to trigger my trip. We finally arrived at the gate and the security guard took our tickets and turned us loose inside
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