Anyway. School is being good. Classes good, I only hate one class this year, but that might soon end because it's only PE and I'm already meeting new people in the class. So that's cool. Marching band is badass as usual.

It turns out that my band will soon be making and sending in a CD to this dude who helps put on Semi-Professional Wrestling (WWE, etc) events. Oh yeah. This means, a paying gig. We get to open the show. Play (which would include learn) all of the wrestlers' introduction music, and then play like a 15-20 minute intermission. Rock out. That's what I plan to do. What's more is that Rick has recently purchased a very expensive recording studio with a built in burner. And on top of that, he's going to drop some dough on some dope ass drum microphones as well. Which means a damn good demo from what is currently called Majesty of Sound (name subject to change at the mention of a better one). Also we might be adding to our roster which currently employs me on drums, Rick Bach on guitar and vocals, and Devin Swearingin on the mighty bass.

--¿But Kevin, with that intense roster, who else could you even imagine bringing into the mix without creating a severely volitile group of musicians, ready to fucking explode at any point in time?--

Well I'll fucking tell you.

None other than Kearin "Joe" Cunningham will be auditioning for his own place (and life) two weeks from now, I'm really not sure when. But it'll fucking rock.

Rock On...