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| One morning..................................................................................................... Ryan woke up, and decided he would play guitar. So his mother, bought him a clarinet to soothe his woes. Ryan still wanted to play guitar. One day ryan was introduced to a wonderful band which changed his life. He wanted to be great and play EVERYTHING that this guitar player did, but first ryan needed a guitar. Christmas morning 1998, Sir Ryan Christ Vest got his wish. Now he could play just like his favorite guitarist ever(in his opinion) from AFI. Freshman year ryan was about to enjoy a nutritious school lunch, but he needed a place to sit. Upon arriving at a table with one alex morse. Ryan politely asked to join this quiet fellow. Alex replied, "NO you can't". Reluctant and still quite hungry, ryan still sat at the table. He and Alex soon became best friends. Well November 8, 2001 the band began. Ryan was scheduled to play rythym guitar, but as fate had it he was TOO good to play such. Besides the last guitarist couldn't perform standing up. So after one hour of the first practice, skimlawn was finished as well as part of Demoncratic. Ryan is a great lover, and an even better guitarist. D.C wouldn't exist without him. .........................................The End |
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| November 8, 2001 a day that will live in infamy. Well...............maybe not infamy but a day that has so far remained in my memory. It was our first band practice. Ryan didn't bring an amp, just his guitar, Josh had a karaoke microphone, Tom on his sunlite drumset, and me with my shiny black bass. We were all happy to be there. Josh, Tom and Ryan were meeting for the first time. Ryan played better then we expected so we kicked out our other guitar player. You see Ryan and I weren't originally in the band, instead we had a crappy guitar player and a crappy bassist. The crappy bassist got replaced by me when i offered to let them light me on fire as part of a show. They thought it was a good idea, and thankfully, so far, it hasn't been required for us to put on a good show. We had a band practice with our old guitar player, and we knew that we needed a new one when we found out that our current one could only play sitting down. Ryan was known as a high energy guy so we invited him to play as rythmm guitar. When we heard him we instantly decided that he was going to be lead guitar. Unfortunately we didn't have the heart to kick him or the old bassist out of the band. Thankfully though Ryan did. After the first practice with our band, with Ryan that is, we had a song nearly done. Skimlawn. After that a few practices later we had Demoncratic finished. The next few practices we spent getting to know each other better. Since then we've been together not only because we all love making music together, which i know sounds fake, but we've also stuck together because we have become great friends. ....................................................................................................The End |
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| One evening.....................................................................................................Some nine months before June 27, 1985, Charles Jesse Froman convinced Brenda May Martin he in fact "loved" her. They Conceived young Joshua Charles Froman at that point. After hearing she was pregnant with "Jesse's" child, and making Jesse well aware, the two were soon wed in the presence of their own home. Nine months later 8lb 7oz, blonde-haired, blue eyed Joshua Charles Froman was born. Two years after my (Josh Froman) birth my brother eleven months younger than I was deceased. This was one step of many towards my parents' divorce. At age four the split, and I went to live with my mother. This involved nine years of constant moving, and changing my behaviors as well as friends. I grew older. I grew indepenent. At age eleven my Step-Father of two years decided to pull a shot-gun on my mother. Simply a threat, but also a sign we should leave. I had to move in with my father since my mother could not support me. She made only disability wages due to her seizures. My mother remained homeless for two-and-one-half-years. My father was grand, but just my luck he too had to deal with a separation with a newly formed marriage. I then experienced my life at the Kim and Darren (aunt and uncle) estate. There were many kids (three), and i seemed to take up more space. I still at this day live with my aunt and uncle. My mother died Oct. 20, 2000. I was fifteen when she ceased to be. I apologize if too many songs reflect my grief towards this event. It changed me, and i believe only the chosen few can understand that. I am NOT the world's greatest singer.... Hell i am not the greatest singer ANYWHERE for that matter (well maybe somewhere), but i can put on a good show with my band. I try to relate to people, and have been told i am good at such. I want us to succeed, primarily because it is least likely to happen. It IS A CHALLENGE. So check out my page, and possibly my pictures. Thank you to all who have, and will continue, to support us. Most importantly..... buy the c.d. and come to our shows!! thank you. .........................................The End |
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| One morning..................................................................................................... Josh noticed he had a new neighbor that had just moved in. Josh swiftly checked the dumpster-home next to his and to his amazement an abandoned young man was lying groggily on a pile of used porn magazines. Josh quickly expelled the 'zines from the dumpster, and sold them to Ryan for a bowl of soup. Two weeks later, Josh decided to train the monkey dumpster living man (later named Tom), to play drums for his band. Three days later, Alex died, and DC has never been better. Tom Loves Yun, and his twin exists no more. .........................................The End |
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| One morning............................................................................................ After Tom Morse (drummer of D.C.) popped out of his mother, the unexpected Alex was soon to follow. You see for nine months Sam and Father Rick Morse were never led to believe Mrs. Morse was impregnated with twins. Only one of the two (most likely tom) was ever thought to be born. Alex was not a mistake, he was an unexpected gift from above (or possibly below, no one really know). Alex and Tom shared a typical family life with bickering, but there was always love. For Tom at least, Alex was always shunned. After several years of never having friends, and always being last in line, Alex began to be much more aggressive than in the past. He began to play bass guitar.... for his church band in Washington (the state.... He lived south of seattle). 8-2001, the Morse's Moved to Indiana from Washington. The twins (alex and tom) were appalled. They were going to miss their mountainous life in the woods. How could they ever adapt to this "suburban" life-style? Soon after school began Alex sat down to enjoy a nutritious school lunch when suddenly it happened. A spiky haired fellow with rosy cheeks and black hair asked to sit with him.... Shocked and not knowing what to do, Alex simply replied, "No you can not." The boy wonder willingly sat down, and they became great pals. Ryan and Alex became inseperable. Nov. 2001 the band began. Many shows and achievements followed, but unfortunately Alex will never live to acknowledge what we could become. You see this dry-humored fellow was massacred by a red-neck by which name we will never know. Swiftly leaving Franklin a man rode the back of Big Daddy's car as if it were a woman's sweaty rear. Before we knew it we were rammed profusely by this maniac on our tail. We tried to shake 'im off but it was no use. He had us right where he wanted us. Suddenly we were knocked off of the road, and the car at it's worst died. Struggling to restart it, the car only stalled. The Man in the Bright red S10 knew he had us. He stopped behind us, and gradually got out of his car. The back-seat passenger side door was thrusted open!! Alex was pulled out by this stranger of the night. Frantically I expelled myself from the vehicle brandishing an Easton Baseball Bat. Three More Giants exited from the fire-engine red pick-up as did our first counterpart. Tom also in possession of a weapon (his being an organ leg we'd found in weeks past of dumpster diving) and I attacked. What was left after that point was three piles of Man's meat mush , with blood sauce. We finally got to our last accomplice, but it was too late. Big Daddy Riker had already saved Alex, as well as decapitated the soon to be slayer. Well upon entering the vehicle, we had a turn of events. Jordan (Big DaddY) was about to jettison from this scene when unfortunately as alex was entering the vehicle, the car went in reverse (roughly 27 mph) instead of forward. Alex was sliced vertically by the passenger side rear door. We of course rushed him to the hospital, but it was too late. Oct. 13, 2002,12:39:07 a.m. at South Eastern Hospital, Alex P. Morse was pronounced D.O. A. (dead on arrival). His presence with us is no more..... .........................................The End |
| (Nov. 1985-Oct. 2002) |
| As Told By Josh Froman |
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