 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Journal Entry |
|
|
|
This is the epic story of the fascinating twist and turns and sometimes tragic developings of a young man in rock stardom. |
|
|
|
One Thursday night in the fall of 2001 when I was lounging in the Masta Beta house watching Temptaion Island with the homies I got a call from some dude. He said "Hey man I saw your article in Music Mates. So you play guitar?" Basically I set up a try out with his band in some cold rented dingy practice space. I ran from my apartment in the cold autumn air and jammed thier asses off. The band was called Dear Diary. I thought that was an awkward name considering the one boy in the band named them. I thought boys wrote in journals. After my lead riffs the boy said "Wow you can definetly add to the sound of our band." Then I accompanied Dear Diary which consisted of that one dude and these two other chicks to a late night eating session at Perkins. We talk about music and life. Dude believed that people thinking Nirvana was a better than Hole was just another example of how America is a sexist society. After that I should have known that this guy was nuts. After the try out and a meal which I had to pay a majority of on my credit card they said they would call me...but they never did...I was scarred, my self-esteem shot and I felt used. The worst part of the whole situation was that that guy was such a weirdo and he sucked at guitar. So I was rejected by two girls and a no talent schizo all in one night. Later on I met a man named Mr. Wood. He was a musical monster house. This dude was talented; he played guitar sax and piano. Together we formed the archnemisis band of Dear Diary....We formed Jounal Entry. After all dudes right in journals man. |
|
|
|
The early formations of the band Journal Entry. |
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
Mr. Wood and I have since parted ways. I'm not sure if we are on good terms or not. He is currnently giving the silent treatment. But just to keep it real I have to give him a shout out. At the time Mr. Wood's passion was to be a producer. He did have an uncanny ability to bring out the musical strengths in people. He knew how to use my weakness to make me a stronger player. It's kind of like a modern day Duke Ellington. I can totally see him playing with crazy hi-tech studio knobs somewhere in England and making $200,000 per song. It's important to support local talent and I hope to some day work with Mr. Wood again. |
|
|
Rockin' tha scruburbs. |
|
|
|
|
|
Colorado is a dessert but I never seemed to be more surprised by how barren the punk music scene is. Why is it so hard for a nice, open minded, semi-talented guitarist to find people to jam with? Hey I'm no Marty Friedman but I can play. I just need that second set of ears to bounce musical ideas off of. Well that's why I've been taking time off from guitar to work with my boyz. I have a lot of material written for my new boy band..."In Each Other." So look for us in a disco club near you. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
When the co-founder of Journal Entry left the band I did many rehearsals to find the perfect guitarist....and there she is. That's my 8 year old cousin Paloma. |
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
This is the studio where all the creative magic happens. |
|
|
|