A Gun Called Life

A Gun Called Life. 

The bulk of my musical career, if you could call it such a thing, was spent in or around the musicians that made up A Gun Called Life. Beau Moseley on guitar, Ricky Kidd on drums, Chris McDaniel on the other guitar, Jamie Warner on bass, and myself as singer (which is a loose term when you're in a metal band). I don't know exactly when it all started, possibly in 2003 or 2004, it was born in a waffle house, over late night coffee and a pack of Marlboro 27s. Jamie was the cook, I had just gotten off of work from the Mcdonalds across the street, and everyone else had time on their hands.

I guess you could say it was destiny.

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The Traveler, The Tourist

  Few forget, or never really knew, that Beau and myself once participated in a musical endeavor where rhyming was a key function and second only to synthesized trance trumpets. I wrote the lyrics, and rapped, while Moseley provided the soothing sounds. Unfortunately there's no hope of finding the complete collection of songs we did on this project, so what I've linked to here is all that remains.

The good news is that as long as someone is flipping the bill for myspace.com then our extremely short lived, and obviously genius, side project will remain alive. If I consumed alcohol with you, anywhere in or around 2008, then likely you have lyrical spot in this song.

Especially if you were a attractive and interesting lady.


Hear The Traveler, The Tourist after the break

A Shotgun Named Marcus

I remember the moment I first heard Clutch, the song was Big News 1. I rode passenger in Patrick Day's blood red 1970 Chevy Nova, and were cruising down hwy 5 one day after school. I was 16 and, unlike my rebellious counterparts, I conceded that I didn't know everything in the world just yet. But I knew for a fact after that opening baseline that Clutch was going to become the background music to my life.

More on this story after the jump.

Gun Monkeys

There was snow, lots of it, in Atlanta and it caused me to become a different person for awhile. There's a odd wrinkle in how you spend your time when time is all you have, and being forced to work from home and not being able to leave occasionally and see...you know...people puts a strain on my creativity. Before the icestorm I was on vacation, and before that...I don't even remember before that. Seems like it  was the perfect opportunity to write, and I did write, just not on this blog.

More after the break.

She is Melton

She is Melton by iamstiver