Fresh Out Da The Oven, It's Oven Fresh!

What the f*** is
Oven Fresh??!!??

In The Words of Mike Corby

Hot and ready, Oven Fresh was essentially created in the summer after eigth grade. My friend Keaton was the bassist for this band with my other friend Jeff(who is a god at the drums) along with guitarist Tony DiPiazza. The band was called Butch (....good name....) and was absolutly amazing!!!! wait, they sucked.... anyway.... Butch needed a singer, and seeing as I was dying to be in a band, I thought I'd give it a go (after all, I only played piano at that point.... and how is piano gonna' get you into a band with a sweet name like Butch?) I went to watch Butch practice for a while, and to try singing for them. It was nearing the end of their practice, when they played a greenday song that I knew, and I decided to pick up a mic and grace the three with my heavenly vocal presence(I suck at singing). Apparantly, it took, and I was now the singer to Butch (YES, THAT'S FUC*IN SWEET... o wait, our band's name is Butch....) Well, I was sick of just singing, so I decided to ask for a guitar for my birthday. I started learning things slowly throughout the summer, and soon enough, I was playing just as much, if not more than our original guitarist Tony. One thing led to another, and due to....... complications........ Tony had to leave the band. Butch, was dead. (christ I wept a lot.... but we still have a webpage under the local bands section of WGRD.com, go to it if you have a lot of time to waste!) Well, Keaton, Jeff and I had to go on, so soon, we assumed the name "This Day Forward" and started writing new... better songs. We played for the rest of the summer on occasion, and when the school year came, Jeff decided that grades must come first. He quit the band. Well, it was just Keaton and I, Guitarist/singer, and Bassist/Singer, on a search for a new drummer to compensate for losing Jeff(the best drummer that I know) We searched almost until the end of the year(which is honestly, forever) We couldn't find any drummer who was half way decent. It was rediculous. Finally, Jeff decided to come back with us, and up we started again (that was towards the end of our freshman year) We had about 14 songs written, all of which basically sucked.... we only play a few of them still. I went to Europe for about 3 weeks after school ended, and while I was there, I was keeping in touch with Keaton. He had been talking to a kid from another band that he'd seen play before (the band's name was Ugly Kid, and they kick ass) and the kid asked Keaton if we would like to have our first show with them, about two weeks after I got home from europe. I was so excited,I shat myself. I got back to America, got all of my freedoms back (I love the bill of rights) and we went hardcore practicing before our first show. At this point, we had to get rid of our name, because This Day Forward was already a band name. So, we went into the show nameless, and thank god because it blew. After that, to make a long story short, we got our name Oven Fresh, wrote new songs, played another show and now may have picked up another guitarist/singer previously the bassist/singer for Ugly Kid. We continue to write songs, which get progressively better. We get better everytime we play, and you guys should mos def come check us out sometime. But it seems that I have overdosed on loreal kids shampoo, so I'm out. Be sure to read the rest of this profile!!!

Cliffnotes are Easy:

Verse: A turn through pages, each one opens a dream, shining color throught black and white. Through time, through ages, the best of luck to anyone who slows down time. My hands are stained, my hopes drowned, drowned in the ocean once more. All fear, disdain god tell me what in the hell are we fighting for. There goes the moon, down sinks the sun, there goes another broken heart to the barrell of a loaded gun. A tear it's loud, so soon I'll be there again, just don't ask how.

Chorus: Well rooftops, park benches, I'm standing next to this flame. Well I'm tryin', will you tell me, what it is you're waiting for.

Verse: Silent inquisition, isn't that the one, that you said would hurt you the most. Is that your position? Now that we're all finished go give thanks to your host. I know I'm not invincible, if I dive I'll drown in the Ocean Once more. Please go before they catch you, you're free now because, the ropes have been torn. There goes the moon, down sinks the sun, there goes another broken heart to the barrell of a loaded gun. The days go by, it's not fair even you must cry.

Interlude: The worst part's that you never cared. The worst days that we ever shared. You don't give a da*n anyway, but I'm tryin', well I'm tryin'.

Words of Mr. Mike

Mystic Impressions of a Fuedal Japan.

verse: Eventually, the weight of silence, will bring everything crashing down. Hold up the rafters of how happy life is because they're about to fall. Blind to the sound of words, a glimpse of twilight that we call the town. And between our hands, entwined in the light of nothing, nothing at all.

Chorus: The phonebook contains all I'd ever need to know, that sometimes people are all you've got. Why can't we just reach the fields, maybe re-arrange, what we've all been taught.

Verse: Beneath the playground, folded up into memories of last july's tidings. Is a thought inspired by the man, who knew no questions. Holding back for fear of what no one seems to seek, just more endless love songs and heartfelt ballads misconstrued our writings. Happily ever after, this for those, who know no questions.

Interlude: In time, the holidays will enlighten those words. Take a Step back, poorly forgiving days, destroy your mindset and take away your words.

Honey Baked Hamilton:

verse: And from here on out, we'll watch this portrait break,the paint runs thin, and your smile will die as we are faded one last time. Here I am, show me bliss, show me everything. Here's to the nights, they were so dam fast

Chorus: Just drown this lighthouse, let it sink right through me, (You without me, is the smartest way to burn.)
and fu*k this mindset, for what it is to be, (You without me, is the smartest way to burn.)
The seasons break promise, they break you and me (you without me is the smartest way to burn)

Verse: Let's put back everything to where it belongs. Carry this thought gently back to the heart where it came from. The seasons break promise, they break you and me. The heartfelt story of this badly drawn boy.

(On our way to 1,000,000)