By now all rock bands are wise enough to be suspicious of music industry scum.
And I was in another band called Flash In The Pan, which was soca, Latin music, down in Laguna Beach.
A band is like a marriage, and if you're in a marriage with someone, and you lose yourself in that marriage, the relationship is over, really.
I loved hard-rock bands, and I loved songwriters who told stories.
Being in a band didn't buy me my beans on toast!
I'm not ashamed of my spiritual beliefs, but I in no way incorporate them into this band.
I had friends in this band called Mars and they used to play a lot.
A lot of big labels will just sign bands like a write off.
Ultimately, running a band is about the relationships you have with people.
No one person could have broken up a band, especially one the size of the Beatles.
For me, naming bands was the forerunner to really writing lyrics, because I work off titles.
Me and my band and crew have always lived by the code: 'Work hard, play harder.'
Are you her boyfriend?” ... No, I’m her fiancé.” Nate said. We’ve been promised to each other since birth,” Summer added. Our wedding isn’t until March.
Gay liberation did not create gay promiscuity. There was sex before there were marches, politics, or books – it was the best reason for being homosexual, it and love.
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
Go get us some burgers and coffee. I'll get on the horn to Mark Hopewell. I'll ask him for a list." "Cheese or plain?" "I'm on a diet." "Plain then. And no fries?" "I said I'm on a diet, not a death march.
Silence gradually spread its great, fragile butterfly wings across the ward. The sun had disappeared, replaced by grey and rain. This particular month of July was reading the script for March.
Love as education is one of the great powers of the world, but it hangs in a delicate suspension; it achieves its harmony as seldom as does love by the senses. Frustrated, it creates even greater havoc, for like all love it is a madness.
It is difficult, my dear Lucius, to escape becoming the person others believe one to be. A slave is twice enslaved, once by his chains and once again by the glances that fall upon him and say "thou slave.
Sometimes I get depressed about my age. In March I’ll be 26. If man weren’t measured in numbers, but rather letters, I’d be turning Z. And then I’d be dead.
I thought, how magical, the first glimspe of snow. By March I would be sick of it, but here in this November instant those tiny flakes swirled with the unspeakable purity of a divine gift.
