Yeah, I'm aware of the problem with the social link buttons. Sorry. I'll get it figured out soon.
-- Glory
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Hey what's up?
Want to hear about our first gig?
Our high school talent show. Yeah, we know, not exactly HeavyFest, but whatever. Everyone starts somewhere, right?
I screamed the opening lines of “Doomed Youth” into the mic, and the crowd of art school kids and their parents... let's just say were were a bit more hardcore than they were expecting. We had an idea to do a pyro thing but we didn't want to be told no, so we didn't clear it with the administration first and so of course, we set off the sprinklers.
Whoops.
People were freaking out, but we just kept playing. Riley’s bass shook the auditorium, and Glory pounded the drums like she was summoning the four horsemen. (Lydia’s trombone... was not yet a part of the band. We'll get to that later.)
Anyway, we can't perform at school events anymore, but we left a mark. A scorch mark. You can still see it.
And we’re just getting started.
Rock on motherfuckers, STFU 💀
Greetings Darklings,
Surroundings matter. Or they do for me, anyway. We used to play in Savvy's garage but her neighbors had a problem with that we rent a little rehearsal space now. For a while anyway. We've got posters of some of our favorite bands up and stuff like that for inspiration.
A song usually starts with Savvy dicking around on guitar until she finds a riff, and if it's one we all feel, it pulls us in. Like a black hole or something. If it's good, it's got a gravitational pull. Glory finds the rhythm, the heartbeat of the abyss. My bass lines creep in, low and heavy. And then Lydia...
Technically, Lydia fills in the bass line, but she really does more than that. You might think it's weird to have a trombone in a metal band but, honestly, that just means you haven't met Lydia. Don't let the floral prints fool you -- she's the metalest of all of us. (Doesn't hurt that she's a better musician than any of us either.) (Shut up, Savvy, you know it's true.)
I think it's fair to say that lyrics are mostly me, but everybody contributes a line or even a whole song idea at some point. Sometimes they come from bits of angsty journal entries or whatever -- but it doesn't have to be anything super deep. It just has to be honest. Does that make sense? The difference between "deep" and "honest" is hard to explain. I mean, one time we were so hype after a horror movie marathon that we wrote three songs in two days. I think if you try to force something to be deep it's just going to be corny.
Basically, we take the chaos of being teens in the year of our lord 2024 and try to turn it into something that feels like you want to scream it.
Here's something I almost don't want to share but, like, “Nightmare No. 2” literally came from how I felt when I wasn't prepared for a test. I have anxiety and I was freaked out about letting everyone down. The line:
imaginary numbers
counting down from blue
imaginary faces
they wanted more from you
...is about fucking math, of all things. Actual "imaginary numbers." At one point the line was supposed to be "imaginary faces, disappointed by the view" but Sav felt like "disappointed" was too hard to sing, so we changed it. I think it's better now, but I didn't like it at first.
Is this enough? I can't tell. I hope so. BG3 is waiting for me.
Keep it heavy, Riley/STFU 🖤
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