Abandon!

Going to tumblr now. Can't get the hang of this place. Peace!

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-Eric Wren

Do I feel Older?

Maybe, but I do feel the need to play some music. I feel if I get too old, I'll start to lose some of my interest and talents. However, I do know of bands that still do it today, and "why?" is the question. Just, how can I start with no foundation? Maybe with this new age on me, I can start fresh like a new years resolution. 22, here I come!

Classic movie. I just watched again last night.

A Smell from (Almost) Two Years Ago...

In June of 2009, I never thought a small town boy like me would ever be asked to go with five other guys to go on a tour. The band was from Phoenix... well, west of Phoenix called Es Caro Vivir. A hardcore punk band once a ska band, founded/influenced on ska bands like Leftover Crack and The Specials. Sweet sick songs like "A Better Way", "Life and Disappointment", "Outlet", and ska songs like "Teenage Zion", and theme song "Es Caro Vivir". It still feels like a dream. Knowing that I when out there all over Cali in a broken van with no brakes the 3/4th of the way in.

Now that I'm living here in CA, there's a smell that I remember waking up to ever morning from my terrible sleep. I would always be awake first before everyone. I step out the van and take a deep breath in as I stretched my sore body from that van floor. The smell in the air. So much moisture and freshness of grass. Not so use to it, but back then I lived in a area where no grass existed. It was just very refreshing to feel good in the mornings, even thou we had a long day ahead of us. Depending if we needed to go for a long drive, find gas money, food, and at the end; find a safe area to camp out.

There's something about this smell like brings me to different area of CA. Like the place in Santa Monica. I booking a day at some place that was 21+. It wasn't really a big deal, but it was something. I remember we when the first week without showers and I couldn't stand the feeling. So I took a bar of soap in a Jack in the Box and just took a bath in the sink. Me getting caught, I ran out the door to not be seen by the workers. I finish washing myself in the van.



Another time waking up in Anaheim. We did a show at the Doll Hut and were invited to sleep at a pyrate punx house. Which in my opinion was a bad idea, well I know now. We wanted to party and there was one going on in their basement. All these kids just drinking and smoking their cigarettes. Didn't care to much for it since I was tired. So, I grabbed a blanket in the van and notice that Vince and Nick were going to camp in the van. I didn't think much of it, but when I got back in the house I find it that a lot of the punks where walking around the house. One by one each of them they start to come out of the basement. I already picked out my sleeping area, but the punks decided to have some fun. One of them tired to put on my shoes. Which I just looked at him. I let that one go, till one of them got some nail polish and started to draw on my face. I got up and started talking shit. Yet didn't want to ruin the other guys' sleep. For the next two weeks, my face was coved in red nail polish.

Once more when I was in San Francisco. No shows going on there but we had a connection with one of the guys' mom's friends. We got fed and a place to sleep. But on location where we were place for the next three nights was kind of interesting. When the night came, we were escorted one block down from their house to a friends house. We are led down to a walk way down to a basement. For the next three days, we sleep here in a cold dark basement. A few blankets and just the guys. We ended up sleeping close to each other. Haha.

Over all that smell each morning that CA has. I don't know what you call it; dew, the ocean breeze mix  in greens from the trees, grass, etc. Can't put my finger on it, but it's brings a memory here and there each time I smell it. Now of days, more detailed in memory the more I suffocate my lungs with it.

-Eric

Myself of Being An Absence Friend...

So lately, I've been getting random texts from AZ saying why I don't text back. Or they miss me and want to see how I am doing. I feel real bad that I can't keep up with them like I use to. I'm busy to the point where I want to give up on a lot of stuff. The job that I still have since '07 has changed a lot. Especially since I've transfer to a completely different location. The labor is out of control that I shouldn't been the only guy that should be doing them. I'm working full time house when I'm not even a full time employ. Still making the same wage that I have been since I've started and I know people that I do work with that work less and make the same amount of money as me. It pisses me off.

But what can I do? I apply at many different places in the area where I live and nothing. So, I'm in a catch 22. And it's been rough on my sleeping pattern. It feels like I'm losing my sleep by the hour and when I have to get up, I'm loaded on caffeine and sugar. And when I crash... I crash hard.

So, I like to say that I am sorry that I'm not in full alert on updates. I have a feeling that I'm hurting someone's feelings out there and I'm sorry. It's not that I don't want to talk to you, but my time is rare and spread out to the limits of myself, my girlfriend, projects at work, home, and or other friend/family here and/or there. Most of the time I am asleep and need to catch up on it as much as possible. Feel like I should apologize ahead of time.

And As I look back and think of all of my friends that came and gone. There is one friend that I wish could have stayed in my life. Great time together when we either go and drink right after school, watch tv when we have nothing to do, party, listen, exchange, and live the music, books, and poems, talk about life when it comes down to anything and anywhere, and enjoy each others company. But oh well, they are off and doing there thing. What ever it is. I hope you are doing great.

-Eric

Reggie Watts! What a musical genius!

No fucking details to say about this guy or this video. Great!!!



There's another performance on Conan's show around Christmas time. You should check that out. It's amazing!

Anywho, today is my sister's birthday. My sister Veronica is turning 23 years olds. I like to wish her a happy birthday. From Mary and I. I love you sis! Hope you, Martin, and lil William is doing good. Having a good time today. :) xoxo

Long story short: My job is pissing me off. I really hate it. I'm thinking of leaving the musician part of my life. I can't really find anything out here to do so. Even if I did, I can't find it around my time or anyone else's. Which makes me really sad. I feel like crying(not really. It's an expression). Oh well... I still got myself and a guitar from time to time if I'm not tired. And I wish I could get more sleep. At lease more than six, but it seems like I'm losing more and more of it. What can I do? Help please.

-Eric

"I got a letter in the mail today..."

So lately, I have been thinking of old bands I've been in. One band that sticks out was a short lived band out of Eloy, AZ. Edgar, Anthony, and I were just another ska and punk band, but something about this band meant a lot to me. It really felt like it was going somewhere. We recorded a few songs out of a million of them. Plus, we a sick ass Choking Victim song, as well as a local song by Elron. Well, not really a cover, but a trade of songs. We traded a song called "Fat Mom" for some song that was a cool short and fast song, and we changed it to a slow ska song at the beginning and then build up from there. Fun fun fun times.

Well, from what I heard from Edgar, They are doing a show at the Ave. Oh how I wish I can be there. Cultura, Elron, and some other bands. All for the day of Feb. 11th. Aka, 2/11. Everyone is going to get fucked up on 211. Which is still gross to me. Plus, it has fish oil in it, so I ca't have it. Oh well.

Once I start a band, I like to do some covers of Illegal Citizen songs. The combo kit: Fat Mom, Don't Call Me..., and Bloodshot Eyes.

Hopefully I can do these songs sooner than later with a band. Hopefully...

-Eric

Negative Feedback! Tucson Hardcore! Fuck Yeah! When the drummer clicks in that song at 3:07.... it has to be the fastest intro drumming I have ever saw. I wish I can make a band like this. Singer Griffin is a chill guy. Hung out with him at a backyard in Tucson. But more about that story later.

Off to work. >_>

Snazzy (Fucking) Napper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is the most ridiculous product I have ever heard and seen...

I want one!!!!!!!

Anywho..... I'm here still doing nothing and I feel like I'm going crazy. Yet, I got sometime to get out there and do something about it. And so, I bought myself a board and I started to skate again. I find it very easy now to go from town to town. It's pretty sweet to skate in HB, not going to lie. I also been trying to do something for my P.C.P. family and AZ scene. But I found myself to do anything. I come up with an cool idea at the time, yet more than half way into it, I review it and give up. And I want to help out the ska scene here that's just die by the day. I miss ska. Last ska show I when too was the return of NAC. Which is cool and all, but we need more, I say!

Then ideas of going back to drums and finding a band, but something about drums. I just don't like them. And yet, I'm labeled a drummer, and it's something I like to get away from. Everyone play everything else and no drummer. So, I throw that idea away and think of starting a zine for the P.C.P. scene and expose the city of it's stupid laws on "local" music and act. But only a good idea for a while.

I missing a lot in my music life. A band, ska, dancing, Elron, The Braskies, Recovering Creeps, Cultura Liberataria, Taala Hooghan, Dry River shows at the Ave in Eloy, Martin, Joey the Boss, Tianna, Pookie, Bob, Hoodride, C.C.C., and others.

Back to the half drawn drawing board.
-Eric