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[Oct. 15th, 2005|08:15 pm] |
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
This doesn't really count as an update, but if you want to hear the different things I've recorded, go to
www.myspace.com/thermopylaerecordings |
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| Awful truth |
[Oct. 4th, 2005|02:43 am] |
I never touch this thing. I lurk and look at friend's pages, but I don't "update" or "post". Just lurk. If you're actually hoping to know about what's happening with me, look in any of the following places.
www.xanga.com/iamredarrow
www.myspace.com/iamredarrow
www.myspace.com/silencetheepilogue |
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[Aug. 13th, 2005|02:35 am] |
I haven't updated this in so long that I can't seem to get the new interface. Mine's new. This is probably really old to the rest of you. Or maybe you all use clients. No one cares. I'm done.
There's been interesting questions posed to me. Here's the answers.
1. Not engaged. Didn't work.
2. In a fun, happenin', hip band of cool young dudes. Called Silence the Epilogue.
3. Live at 1079 S. School St. We have basement shows.
4. Am a general contractor.
5. Record bands. All the dang time.
6. Life is wonderful, I'm happy, and chances are I'm happy to talk to you.
That's caught up. I'm now current on LJ.
www.myspace.com/iamredarrow
www.xanga.com/iamredarrow
would be better if you really wanted day to days.
Keith |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2005|11:29 pm] |
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Dear Lord it is nice to play a show. I mean, really. 3 months?! That's a long time. |
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[Feb. 6th, 2005|11:42 pm] |
So, actually, every single thing has changed. Take everything the last post said, and nullify it. Except that life's still good and I still got Gus.
If you see a flyer for Silence the Epilogue, come see that show, as that's me. |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2004|12:02 am] |
So, a lot has changed.
My girlfriend and I are no longer, since she's now my fiancee. As in, engaged and stuff.
We got a puppy, and he is amazing. His name is Gus.
We got a new phone, so the old Keith-doesn't-answer game is over.
And for info's sake, I work at Trade Secret in the mall now. |
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[Nov. 12th, 2004|12:16 am] |
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Recording 12 hours a day and then all of a sudden I'm just working 5 in the mall. Sad thing is, I make more in that 5 than in about thirty of the recordings. With the exceptions of the Joneses. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2004|08:48 pm] |
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Well. Moving just takes it right out of you. And your stuff. And your pocketbook. But not your social life, bitches. Um, yes. |
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[Aug. 31st, 2004|06:33 am] |
I'm trying out a client. Here's hoping this is just awesome for me. |
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[Aug. 30th, 2004|03:42 pm] |
So, thi s post is primarily dedicated to the one or two people who listened to the band I posted about.
So, our drummer quit. Fun.
Try having a band without a drummer and whatnot.
And if you want to know about Quixtar, (namely, what the hell it is) go to www.xanga.com/xhonorandintegrityx
or something like that. |
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[Aug. 27th, 2004|12:30 pm] |
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I'm playing a show tonight. How bizarre. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2004|01:49 am] |
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I don't feel like going home to my sleeping woman. Oh, the bastard I am. |
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[May. 23rd, 2004|05:57 pm] |
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Totally wish my life was interesting to the point of having something to write about. |
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[May. 18th, 2004|05:40 am] |
Saw two weddings this weekend and caught the garter at both. Doom, doom doom doom doom...
It's 5 and I just got done recording the band.
Night. |
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[May. 7th, 2004|12:53 am] |
So, yeah. Indeed, and stuff.
Can I get points for the worst silence-breaker on record? |
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[Apr. 26th, 2004|05:52 am] |
I haven't done this in so long I feel like I'm betraying someting. Like I had some sort of sense of accomplishment at not slaving myself for words in times new roman that I won't remember. I could pretend that I don't read these things wishing that somehow, all the things that are said were things I could hear from the source. I could analyze the bs level of the sarcasm, smile to kill the apathy and deadness and depression that seems to blanket most of the people I do know on this, and then I could say something remarkable and entertaining enough that it would be posted about. Inevitably, here comes the part where the "but" comes in: I don't talk to most of you, and the ones that don't qualify there, I see you once a week or so and then it's incedental. It's like I've found some valid way of forcing a projection, because you won't ever have the chance to see the substance.
And now I've fulfilled my own problem with complaining on LJ. Genius. Just go watch Sealab and it will be ok. |
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[Sep. 16th, 2003|09:53 am] |
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Hola. I don't really exist online anymore. SO if you're into talking to me or what have you, write me at 2675 N. Club Dr, number 10. Fayetteville, AR 72701. You're all pretty, but bybye now, ok! |
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