One

The very first post, and I have very little to say. Though that hasn't really stopped me from typing in one of my previous blogs for hours on end. This particular night holds fatigue and sickness for me. So I hope You are feeling better than I am.

So what oh what should I blog about whilst I should be in bed resting? The answer I usually elude to is what is going on in my life at the moment, since nothing is really bothering me at this moment. But how about a brief look back on some of the more defining moments in my life for those of you who might not know me very well? Yeah, I think that's the ticket for tonight.

I'm a 24 year old male that doesnt have a job and never went to college. School never really appealed to me, and I'm talking NEVER. In kindergarden all I wanted to do was go home and spend time with my Mom. By second grade the school system caught up with everything I learned at home, and I really wasn't interested in learning all of the new crap they were shoving at me. I never ended up learning the majority of the times table chart, and high school was one big lesson in creative thinking. That is, thinking of creative ways to get out of going to school. So when it came time for me to start thinking about my major.. I didn't. I didn't even take my SAT's. At that point in time, I was dreaming big. Nothing was going to get in my way to accomplish my goals. I had no use for college, because college wasn't going to teach me the one thing I wanted to know. College doesn't teach people how to be a Rock Star.

So it's the summer of 1998. My brother had just graduated high school and I was getting ready to embark on the same journey. One of the things I had going for me at the time was my weekly bowling league, which is also where I met what was to become the greatest group of friends one could have. But this league isn't where I realized my dream... Neigh. I believe it was a Sunday at the bowling alley where they ran a weekly special known as "Red Pin Night." (Basically if the one red pin sets up in the front of the rack, the one pin, and you get a strike, you get a free game.) Anyway, I'm bowling with a few of my friends and we start talking about music. Two of these friends who I will affectionately call Higs and Jakers, start talking about wanting to start a band, only they need a bassist. I then said the words that would forever intertwine and form what I'm determined to be my fate, "My Dad has a bass.." From then on out Higs taught me the basics of playing bass. I started living and breathing the instrument.. along with IMming said friends. A few weeks and practices later our friend Vargie joined our little group and Flatline was born... Only to end years later. As it always does, life happened. People grew, shit happened and the band became no more than a bitterly sweet memory. (Only speaking for myself, that is.) I tried starting other projects, and nothing ever came close to the bond Flatline had. It wasn't until a few years later that I learned another group of friends I had, the friends I grew to love after most of the origional "group" moved away and on to bigger and better things... The new(er) group of friends were looking for a guitarist. My Guitar skills weren't as striking as what I could do on bass, but it was a gig. Together we continued the project that was known to the local scene as "Meaning in the Static." Things didn't really end up working out with them, either... Which is another blog all together. But that brings my music career to the here and now.

And so ends tonight's post. I hope you enjoyed a couple slices of my past, and more are to come. I suppose one must study one's past in order to start on his present and thus... future.

Goodnight, All.