A Semester In Review...A Life Short-Lived

So it's almost over...a semester of Connor's State College. I have a few regrets, but I can't be sure that they're truly regrets until after I get my final grades. It wasn't as ridiculously easy as I thought it would be. I was challenged a couple times and even had to defend what I believe in once or twice. Oddly enough, I did most of my belief defending in the class I enjoyed the most and made the best grades in. Mr. Stauffer is a stubborn man and I pray that someday he will see that someone created us and allows us to live on this ball of chemicals we call Earth, and that eternal life is real and is something we all are born with and are made to choose where we will spend that life. Mrs. Wimber is also in need of a reality check, but not of a religious kind. I made it through a whole semester with her and found that she's not a very kind woman. Sometimes it seems that she doesn't want us to pass her class just so she can see us again and call us stupid...maybe not, but she's quite cruel either way and my poor girlfriend has to take the same class next semester. Who knows, she may be the one to put her in her place...someone needs to. I sold all of my books, except one, back today. I don't know if you've ever experienced this feeling, but I firmly believe that everyone should before they die. I'll break it down for you. You hate books, they love books. You don't want the book, they do. You would give the book away without thinking twice, they want to pay for it. You win.

There's one person I graduated with that didn't go to college, and I've found myself thinking a lot about Mellisa lately. I don't know exactly why, but I have and I miss her a lot. I think about her every time I hear "May Angels Lead You In" by Jimmy Eat World. We weren't as close as wish we could have been, but we were close. I wanted to post something on her Myspace page the other day and realized that I never had the chance to add her as a friend...so I couldn't. I didn't make a Myspace until a long time after she passed. So, I suppose I'll do the next best thing and write something here...

Dear Melissa, I miss you. It seems like just the other day I was sitting there in band watching you mess around with the rest of the percussion section, yelling at Ken like you always did. I don't know how many chances I had to talk to you more and learn more about what a special person you were, but I regret not taking every last one of them. I love how you always spoke your mind and never cared what someone might say back, it didn't matter anyway...you were right, they wrong...always. A lot of people never really gave you a chance to be a friend at all. I'm glad I wasn't like that, and I'm sure they wish there weren't. I remember all the times I'd come to "the spot" after lunch to find you playing your guitar, like always. You were pretty good ya know? You had a talent for music that not many could match. You used to write me notes in Ms. Stratton's English class...ya, Ordeal By Sea really was kinda lame. Talking to you about religion and whatever we could think of was much more interesting. We must have done that almost every day that year, and we never got caught...or maybe Ms. Stratton just knew we'd pass the tests anyway. I'm going to find some of those notes later... I remember one in particular where you told me that you liked me, and I guess we never really were the same after that. I'm sorry for that. I should've just been honest and told you that I didn't have the same feelings. Maybe then we could've still talked as much as we used to. It's one of many regrets I have, but it's alright, someday I'll speak to you again and make things right. You always were a little competitive and in my opinion you were more likely to beat me for drum major than Matt was. People liked you and would listen to you if you told them what to do, that was an edge we shared. Band camp just wasn't right without you that summer. I went mostly to show that we could get past your death and have a good season, it was an example that I hoped to set. We did have a good season, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. We were strong in percussion, but it wasn't a Mellisa Reed percussion section. Nobody played your snare that year, nobody tried. They knew we'd be willing to shoot them on sight if they looked at it wrong. I didn't get my wish, we didn't put it on the sideline for the halftime show...but I know you were watching, and I hope you were proud. Until we jam in heaven, I'll always miss you Mellisa. Band nerds for life...

-Curt

I drive by the place where Alex, Luke, and I wrecked all the time. It's a constant reminder that life is fragile and should be treated that way. What happened to Mellisa was not fair by any means. If you don't know her and didn't have the chance of being touched by her life, than I hope that her death will at least be a reminder to you that we don't get to decide when our lives end. Always remember that life is short and you should make the most of it.

Take a chance. Do something worth remembering. Live like Mellisa did.

Mellisa Dawn Reed



May Angels Lead You In...

Aaaaaand We're Back

Alright guys, I'm back...for now I suppose. This urge to blog for me isn't always continuous for some reason, it comes in spurts. Well, today I've been hit with an urge to write. I don't really know why though, because I have nothing out of the ordinary to talk about. So I guess I'll just update you on myself...

My first semester of college is coming to a close in the next week or two. It's been interesting to say the least. Easier than I expected, but not too easy. I should make it out with all passing grades, but I've had some tough times in algebra and political science. I'm actually pretty good at political science, but the teacher is really tough and makes you feel stupid seemingly as much as she possibly can.

I got the job at Gambino's, but you already know that if you know me well. I think I'm in my 5th week of it now and I don't have any complaints really except for having to work with Claire. She's just not a very nice person and every minute while working with her is a minute spent worrying about whether you're doing something to perfection (a.k.a. Claire's standards)...funny thing is she's not even my boss. My boss, on the other hand, is pretty awesome. She's a Dallas Cowboys fan like myself and we agree on a lot of things except for college football. But anyway, come see me...I'll make a pizza for you, unless i'm in the back washing every centimeter of a plate 20 times to make sure Claire approves.

ColorBlindRed is still ColorBlindRed, but I worry about it because of how little we get to play/practice together. Alex is writing new music apparently and it's supposedly pretty difficult stuff, so look forward to that and don't give up on us just yet. I'm getting a new set of drums soon and I'm sure we'll record all of our songs, with hopefully a couple new ones, pretty soon with the new set. Drum shopping is tough. I see so much I like and I try to match quality with good looks, all while making myself keep looking after I see orange and blue sets or sets with two bass drums. I've read reviews and searched a few websites. Right now, it will likely be a Gretsch and I'll probably get it from Guitar Center in Tulsa. I have a pretty big budget, and if I'm buying a new set it's going to be worth every penny

I spend. In case you were wondering, I still have the greatest girlfriend and friends that roam this planet. Luke had a birthday recently and we all hung out at Alichia's house and had fun playing pool, guitar hero, and watching Evan Almighty. It made me miss all the times we spent there in high school. I took a lot of things for granted back then and it sucks, but we all move on and convince ourselves that college can also be the best years of our lives. There's so much more freedom now, but there's also more responsibility...and I kinda liked knowing exactly what I was doing everyday in high school. My entire day was made out for me, and I followed the layout everyday for 13 years. I miss band all the time. It's a part of me that I could possibly get back. I'm in no way ready for it right now, but I can audition for the NSU Marching Band when I transfer there next fall. We'll see what happens. Alex, Luke, and I plan on sharing an apartment up there, it should be pretty interesting.

Derek left 314 for a youth minister job in Missouri recently. So, 314 was pretty much put in Roger's hands and so far I've only gotten to attend 314 once since the change. But, I found out about a week ago that the lease on 314 was taken from Roger and the church so now we have to move everything out and try to have it at Cornerstone...which kinda takes away from the 314 experience. A cool thing about it was that it wasn't affiliated with any single church and you didn't have to feel like part of the church to go there. The location wasn't half bad either. Pray...

Christmas is coming up, and I have no idea what to ask for. But, it's not about that is it? It's kinda sad that the very second we hear the word "Christmas", we associate it with presents. Sure, we hear the same speech every year about what the season is really about and everything, but does it really sink in? I don't think it does. We're a selfish race of people who can't see any deeper than the surface. We don't see the very core of things, because supposedly, it doesn't benefit us. But, it does benefit us. If what happened on this day all those years ago hadn't happened, we'd have a reason to only care about what presents we were getting, because we might as well be as happy as we can possibly be before we make the trip to the downstairs dungeon. Either that, or sacrifice our pet rhino every time we sin. Why a pet rhino, you ask? Because it would have to be a pretty big sacrifice to cover up the sins we commit on a daily basis. Thank you Jesus, now we're going to celebrate Your birth by buying each other this year's most popular gifts, feel a little bit bad about it when we go to church, and then go back to playing with our new stuff when we get home. Forgive us...

The NFL is stupid, most of the nation will not see tonights Dallas/Green Bay game because it will only be on one channel...the NFL Network. There are some of us that would love to see this game without going to a sports bar or ordering a different package that costs more than the already ridiculous price of having cable or satellite television. This supposedly helps your ratings...I think not. You. Are. Retarded.

In other news, the only thing my Gators can salvage from this season is a nice (likely interesting) bowl game and a Heisman Trophy won by our baby rhino of a quarterback. Don't kid yourself, he's the greatest player in the nation statistically and it would be unfair to penalize him for his team having 3 losses and being a Sophomore. Do not cheat Tim Tebow, he deserves it. Florida basketball is currently 6-1 because of a loss to none other than our Dr. Evil of a rival-Florida State. That's correct, it does suck. On a serious note, the inventor of Gatorade, Dr. Robert Cade, died Tuesday at the ripe old age of 80. Because of this man, there is a beverage that nurses sick people back to health and hydrates athletes of every sport. Thank you Dr. Cade. As a member of the Gator Nation, you were the first to put us on the map.

Once again, I'm having problems with my father. The man that kept me from going to UF still thinks I made the choice and has 2 different emotions, disappointed and depressed, that I have to look forward to whether I'm talking to him on the phone or emailing him. My family wonders why I don't call him much, the previous sentence is their answer. The phone line works both ways and he realized that the other night while I was eating at Subway. It was a 45-second conversation that ended in him hanging up on me when I was about to say "I love you". I just don't understand it, but I choose not to let it get me down. I'm doing what's best for myself and he needs to realize that.

Sorry to end on that note, but it was the last thing I had to talk about. If I don't write again before Christmas, then I'd like to tell everyone to have a happy holiday season and don't get into too much trouble. Cheers, yo.

Pray For Me...

...please.

I'm Not Dead...

....just a little busy. A lot has happened lately and I haven't had time or energy to post anything. But, soon I'll give a full update on how camp went, probably a day-to-day breakdown. Don't cry too much...

314- I Barely Knew Ye.

So I'm thinking that tonight was my last time to play at 314 Student Ministries...it's a little sad to be honest. But, I've got church camp to look forward to. Alex said he might cry because it's our last time to play as a band. I might cry too...ColorBlindRed has given me so many opportunities to let out what's inside of me, musically. I remember the first time I ever played with Alex, Bobby, and everyone. I didn't even have a drumset when CBR was first formed. I just knew I was getting one for Christmas, and thankfully I did. I think that they might have thought that I knew exactly what I was doing and had been playing for years. But really, I just had an idea...and a musical background to start with. The drumset sounded horrible...it really kinda sucked to be honest. Since then, we've added and taken away band members, gotten better equipment, got new songs, WROTE some songs of our own, and just matured a great deal with our musical talents. It seem like just as we hit our prime, it all comes tumbling down. But, I can't think of a better way to end our 3-year adventure than a week of Falls Creek. Who knows, maybe in a few years, we'll resurrect this thing...

Tomorrow, Johnson and I are going up to Falls Creek to deliver some food and stuff to the cabin before everyone gets there. I'm actually driving a new GMC Sierra that I don't own, so I'm a bit nervous...but I'll be fine. It should be fun...Let's go campin'!

New Songs...New Beginnings

    Posted on CBR's Myspace:

    Well hello there, you look like someone in need of some music to listen to. Well, guess what! It's your lucky day! Ya see, ColorBlindRed just uploaded 4 great songs to this very myspace. For real guys, whether you like them or not, we'd like to hear your input and know that you still care about us...even if we're the worst thing you've ever heard in your entire life. Ya, for real. So the music posted, but here's a little detail on each, in order:

Entropy: This is by far the oldest of the four. It dates back to the days when we got to play with Bobby a lot more. And, actually, he started the song, musically. Alex finished the guitar parts, and wrote the actual lyrics...just like every song lol. This song is somewhat intense in its own way. It's a bit hard, and sounds kinda dark, but the lyrics are really moving. It talks of how we lose our way from God sometimes, but also of how great it is when we find our way back. This is the songs that made us believe we can actually do this song-writing stuff, and the other three songs are spawned from it. It's also our first-ever attempt at a breakdown. Luke continues the break, and Alex thrashes toward the end of the breakdown.

Polarization: When you listen to this song, you get a feeling of just "not knowing", but wanting to so bad. It's really a praise song, asking God to let us know what He wants us for, and letting us feel His presence more. It's really a good unconventional praise song. It could be sung......or........prayed. That's my opinion on it. Get's a little crazy toward the end. Nice scream at the end Alex!

Tautology:  Hey, we let Luke start the song! This song is very interesting, it can be taken in different ways. It's sounds somewhat like it was written out of frustration. We have so much in us that we want to let out for God, or should want to. But, we don't, and it...sucks. But, it's also saying "hey, ya know what, I'm not gonna take this anymore...let's do this God!". By far, this has the bets breakdown of any song and a great solo toward the end of it. Entropy had a good breakdown, this kicks its butt. Musically, it's probably my favorite. When we first started this song, and I heard how it started and the bass line, I wasn't too excited about it...but now it's a favorite of mine.

Hysterics: Originally "My Cry", this song is our newest and THE MOST emotional song I've ever played. Possibly the most emotional you've ever heard too. If you don't feel it by listening, try to sing it and see where it takes you. Sadly, it also sounds the worst of the four songs...which is why I put it last on the list. That way, if you get sick of us, you won't hear the worst recording, and we can say we gave you our best! I'm not exactly sure why the name was changed...maybe so that it fit in with the others, that's my guess. I've never played a song that brought me closer to God.

    We really hope you enjoy these songs. We've had three of them for a while and we've wanted others to get to hear them for sooo long. But, with our busy schedules, we never had time to record them. And, now that we did, it's not professional by any means. It's a simple computer mic and my laptop with some recording software. It took about 2 hours to position the microphone right, and record all four songs. Hysterics, the most emotional and touching song, was recorded in one straight shot (no do-overs) toward the end of it. A nice ending to what was likely the last time we will record for at least a few years. Before you critique and tell us that the vocals could be louder(especially in Hysterics) or the drums are too loud, please realize that we know it too and would fix it if we could. We're sorry for their poor quality, but we hope you enjoy them as much as we enjoy playing them. We've wanted to play these songs for other people for a long time...unfortunately, they don't quite fit in well with our conventional praise and worship songs, even though we've spiced those up also. And now, after we've gotten our first taste of playing at an actual show with people who come to hear what we've written (not what we've copied), we won't get to play them. We simply could not go on with life before we were certain that others knew what we could do musically...what was in our hearts...what we wrote for God and for you.

    Luke and I are moving off to Florida, Alex is going to NSU...ColorBlindRed will be no more in less than 2 weeks now. It makes us outrageously sad, because it has been so much fun doing God's work and writing our own songs for more than 2 years now. But, who knows what can happen after a few years? We'll all be out of college and able to do what we want. ColorBlindRed could get back together, and if we've forgotten the songs..guess what..they're right here, on our Myspace. I'm going to pursue a degree in Music Engineering at UF, so hopefully someday I can open my own recording studio. ColorBlindRed could be my first project. We'll see what happens. Until then, tell us what you think of our songs, we want to hear it all...good or bad. Keep in touch with me (swampchomp07@yahoo.com), Alex(hard_rocker_band_nerd@yahoo.com), Luke (dragonslade_07@yahoo.com), and hopefully things will work out for the best in the future. Pray for us as we start life in the "real world" and find what God has in store for us. To all of you who supported, listened, praised, worshiped, and followed us wherever we played at..we say thank you. From the bottom of our hearts, we hope we touched you in one way or another. Because you listened, and that means a lot. Never forget us, we'll never forget you. We love all of you...God Bless.
-Curt

If you haven't heard the songs, you can check them out here: http://www.myspace.com/colorblindred.

Why Is Myspace More Popular Than Facebook?

Ok kids, I'm gonna be honest, I really don't have much to talk about so I thought about this topic...

Alright, Myspace is by far the most popular site for networking, blogging, sucking up to friends, and losing them. Umm, so uhhhh, WHY!?!? I realize that there are so many sites like this out there, and one has to shine above the rest, by I don't understand how the national favorite could be the most corny, security-lacking, and time consuming one of them all. I have a Myspace for one reason, and it's ColorBlindRed...I'll admit that it's much better for bands than Facebook, but when you look at pages for individuals, it's somewhat retarded. One of it's biggest features is the users' ability to change the layout of their page. You can find just about anything to make your page stand out. Categories range from your favorite sports team to "I think President Bush is a hottie!". Ya, that's pretty sad. And, I suppose, that's a pretty sweet feature...if you have nothing better to do than sit at your computer all day and look for "that special layout" that only last about 3 days or until you realize that you didn't get any compliments on it from your friends. Know why? Because they're too busy doing the exact same thing to care! It's these layouts, full of pictures that take 20 minutes to load, that make Myspace so time-consuming. A person could spend an entire day at their computer...half picking out a new layout, and the other half loading your friends' pages. You spend 30 minutes loading one page only to find out that your friend hasn't updated their page is 2 weeks...ya, that was a well-spent portion of your day. So you finally load your friend's entire page, and you look at their top friends list. Hmm, you're not there. So now, Myspace has wasted about 30 minutes of your day, and you've decided not to talk to your friend for a month. That's Myspace's mission: take their time, and ruin their friendships.

Why go through that when there's such a gift to the world as Facebook. With Facebook, you know exactly what your friends are doing, when they do it, and when something changes about what they're doing. And, you can see it all on one page. I can see exact updates from my friends in 10 minutes...ya, 10 minutes. That's unheard of on Myspace, even if you have ONE friend. You can actually add the same things to your profile page as Myspace, only instead of confusing html codes that can make your page look stupid, you press a button called "Add Application"...beautiful, I know. You know what's happening with your friends from events such as "Curt is going to the lake" to "Curt updated his favorite music". And, if you just want to look at someone's profile to see what they've added, it doesn't take 20 minutes. Actually, it takes about 2, even on dial-up. I have a toolbar on my Firefox browser that tells me when I have new messages and friend requests, as well as status updates from my friends. It also imports blog posts. This entire piece I'm writing right now, will be imported into Facebook for all of my friends to see. On their main page it will say "Curt has written a new note", automatically, I won't have to do a thing.

So why then, is Myspace so much more popular? It can't just be because of the layouts you can't have on Facebook. I, personally, think it's just because so many people are afraid to try something new when the old school stuff they've used since the very beginning is still working. I'm tellin' ya people, Facebook is much better. It's fast, it's convenient, it looks good, and it gives you the information you want when you want it. Screw myspace, it's old and outdated now, they keep adding new things but these new things only make pages longer to load! I don't think Myspace is going anywhere any time soon, but that's alright, I'm going to keep enjoying Facebook...only now, I feel as if I've done my duty by telling the rest of the world of its wonder. You're welcome Facebook, you're welcome.
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Tomorrow, I'm going over to Alex's house to help him record some stuff on guitar and then I'm taking my sister to Ft. Smith because I was conned into it by my mom. They scheduled an appointment for me, just so I'd HAVE to take Kaleigh! WOW! It's ok though, they're canceling my appointment, and I'm just taking her. I'm not excited about it, but whatever. I think we're going to try to record again after church, hopefully things will go a little smoother this time.

That's your update/commercial/flame for today. Cheers yo!

I. Need. Church. Camp.

I'm completely ready for a week of spiritual refreshment. I have extremely high hopes for camp this year, and I keep having this feeling that nothing can beat last year. Last year was the best year ever, but not because we had more fun. It was just this feeling of complete togetherness that everyone shared. So many different social groups were represented in both genders, but everyone, and I do mean everyone, felt close to his/her fellow camper. I've already been blessed this year, before camp has even started. We all thought that Bobby wasn't going to get the chance to go to camp, because his band would be touring. But, suddenly, he doesn't have a band anymore. I'd feel bad, but he's already found another band. So, we'll have that oh so important, long-lost, legendary 5th member of ColorBlindRed playing with us again this year. Funny thing is, I don't just want him there to make the music better, I want him there to get everyone in the "praise and worship zone". He knows how to do that like no other.

We played tonight at 314, and we did pretty well despite the foot pedal malfunction that Alex had. Tonight was quite strange, if you know what I'm talking about then good for you, but I'm not going to go into it on here. It's not my business anyway. Despite all the strange happenings, I was really in a good mood all night. Even though I found out that one of my friends lied to me...that's God right there, that. is. God. When you can stay in a good mood after a bunch of drama and having a friend lie to you, the only thing that could be behind that is God. And I think Him for that. Try a little Jesus in your life...works wonders. Cheers yo.

Everything Happens For A Reason...

Sometimes I wonder...

I got a call from Alex this morning, which I missed, but after I called him back he told me the story of his morning at Aroma's coffee shop today. He had gone over to get some coffee I suppose and to take advantage of the free wifi internet. During his internet-cappuccino experience, he met someone. They talked a little bit, and the conversation was pointed in the direction of music. Apparently, this guy has a cousin who is actually in the band "The Wedding", which one of our songs comes from. But, he also found out that this guy actually fund Christian youth bands. Just. Like. CBR. So Alex, having his laptop with him, takes the guy to our myspace (http://www.myspace.com/colorblindred) and shows him "Polarization". If you haven't heard the recording of it, then you should know that it has no vocals, only music. So the guy was really impressed by it, and is very interested in funding us. My question to you is this:

Where in the fock was this guy 2 years ago?!?!

Seriously, there were plenty of times that we needed equipment, shows, etc, and had to have patience until Roger came up with a new show or one of us made enough money to buy what was needed. And, most of the time, we left it to Cornerstone to buy the things we needed. The cymbals on my drumset belong to John Mark, the drum heads were paid for by Cornerstone, Alex's amp was donated by a church member, Luke's amp is actually borrowed from Vian High School and has been for quite some time now. And NOW, when CBR is together for only 3 more weeks (one will even be spent playing at church camp) this guy comes along. Don't get me wrong, I know it's not his fault, and I'm glad that people are still out there willing to help out a great cause such as this, but I just don't understand. God has a reason for everything, and I know that Alex will still be able to use this guy after we're gone if he can find some new musicians, but I just wish I could see the reason why the timing is like this...

Oh well, it's alright. Today, we're planning on practicing at about 4:30, and we plan to record some songs "unprofessionally". In other words, I'm using my laptop and microphone, so we can get some songs down and so this guy can hear some more examples of our style. We'll see how this goes...

Recordo Is A No-Go!

Soooooo....ya know that whole recording thing I mentioned? Ehhh, not happenin' this week. Boo. Apparently Justin, ex-Texhoma drummer, has all of Bobby's microphones that are pretty much necessary for recording. Sadness, pure sadness. Hopefully we'll get to that next week.

But anyway, playing with Bobby at 314 was a success. Which, I suppose, is no surprise. I kinda wish there would have been a few more people there though. Hopefully you guys can help out with that this weekend. Make it happen kids, make it happen. Church camp is two weeks from today, and I expect to have a great time, make that happen also. It really sucked knowing that Bobby wasn't coming when I first found out, but things changed and he's going, so that's just another reason for you to go. Pray for 'ole Bob by the way, he's starting with a new band and needs all the help he can get so that he can someday play for a living...good luck Bob.

Anyway, today I went to Warner with Renee and then spent the rest of the day at her house. We watched a bunch of tv, and ended the night with p'zones at Pizza Hut. Those things, I swear, have got to be a whole new food group. Stay tuned for tomorrow night, Curt and Renee go bowling, I'm sure you just can't wait to hear all about it.

'Til then...go gators, go wolverines, and go find something that's more interesting than reading my blog.

Experience...

I went to Muskogee tonight thinking that I would get to hear Texhoma play, say hi to Bobby, and pretty much just have a good time. I rode in the "testosterone wagon" with Alex, Luke, Brandt, and Travis. I didn't plan on that, but Travis needed a ride and that's how things worked out-5 guys in a 5 person vehicle for about 30 minutes. I got there, and found out that Texhoma wasn't playing. Needless to say, I was pretty bummed out. But then, Bobby showed up, and just like he's done so many times, he made a situation such as this into an opportunity.

Bobby Ross. Asked ColorBlindRed. To Play. At This Show.


Shame on me for even considering not playing. When Bobby first brought
it up to us, we all tried to find reasons why we couldn't, and not why
we could or should. But, we realized it was an opportunity we couldn't
pass on. If I hadn't done it, I would've woken up tomorrow and realized
what a mistake it was. Every time I'd look back on CBR, I'd think of
that moment...and how we could've shown what we had to a different
crowd, but didn't. I'll never have to feel like that, and all thanks go
to Bobby Ross, who more or less carried us to the stage. He told us we
were on second, and that was law.

To all of the other bands there, this was just another show. And, there weren't many people or bands for that matter. But to myself, Alex, and Luke...it was going to be the first time we'd ever been able to present our music, the songs we'd written and wanted to be heard for so long, to a crowd full of people that know what sounds good. For the first time, we were playing for people who came to hear the bands. We weren't playing for people who came for something bigger, and tolerated the music until it was time for the main event. They listened, they judged, while we played three songs. It may have been one of CBR's greatest moments, if not THE greatest. Like I said, there weren't many people there, there wasn't even a big applause for any of the bands. In fact, we may have had the largest applause just because of how many people we brought with us. They clapped for us, but the biggest wave of satisfaction hit me when my musical idol, Bobby Ross, smiled, clapped, and showed his pride for the band he played with so many times, but hadn't heard in over a year. After we had played our set, he told us we should play at more shows with him. It was truly a great feeling. It really wasn't about whether or not everyone was clapping for us. To me, it was about that tall, slender, long blonde-haired musical genius, standing in front of everyone watching us play and showing how much he loved what we were doing.

We didn't cure cancer, we didn't stop global warming, we didn't even play that great, but I felt good tonight. And, I felt good because someone gave me and the band a chance, a chance to show what was in our hearts, and a chance to share with about 35 people what made us happy. And, whether or not they shared in that happiness I may never know. Quite frankly, I don't care much. Because someone there made sure that we knew he shared our happiness, and his was the only opinion I needed.

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On to other news...After the set, Bobby offered to record us at his house with his equipment. This demo cd will be better than anything I've ever created with my computer and microphone. There's not much you can do with equipment like that. This whole thing starts Monday, if you'd like a copy of the cd after it's finished, just send me an email (swampchomp07@yahoo.com) or call me (918-705-0971).

Also, since Alex won't be able to attend 314 tomorrow, Bobby's filling in for him. So it'll be me, Bobby, and Luke playing at 314 Youth Ministries tomorrow night. It should be a good praise and worship service, Bobby is really good at getting people into the music, which, in turn, enhances the overall praise service. If you've never been and need directions, again, use the means of communication I've given.

Question...

...WHAT THE FOCK AM I STILL DOING UP AT 5AM!?!?!?!?!?

Texhoma, I Still Love You...But Hand Over The Bob!

Last night was pretty sweet. Johnson and I rode with Colton and Shawn to Muskogee where we saw what could have been Texhoma's last show...forever. They lost their bass player, Derick, and were forced to play with a replacement last night. I can't go into detail about why he left, but he did, and that's all you need to know lol. I gotta say, their last show was their very best...even Bobby said it was. The reason this is strange, is that there were hardly any people there. The place they were set to play was changed at the last minute and a bunch of people, I'm guessing, didn't know. The Holy Spirit was so thick in that place when Texhoma played, it was great. We probably should've stretched before the show though, Johnson pulled a groin muscle and our necks are a little sore from headbanging. There is one good thing about Texhoma's breakup though, Bobby is going to church camp.

If Bobby just stood next to the band, even without a guitar, CBR is 10x better...seriously.

Just his presence is enough. Bobby's pretty much my hero when it comes to music. But anyway, I woke up early this morning so I could make a little money helping Mr. Young move out of his house. It was fairly simple. Right now, I'm just a little bored, and I'm waiting for any sign of light from Renee. She might still be asleep. Who knows? I don't wanna call. She could be sleeping. That would wake her up. I'm telling you this, but you really don't care, do you? You read this blog out of your own boredom. But. In. Doing. So. You only become more bored. Now. I'm. Writing. ALL CRAZY. Have been. For a few sentences now. AND. NOW. IT. STOPS.

That's all I got for now, tune in later. Cheers yo...

Don't Drink...

...A Full-Throttle Fury before you go to bed. That, my friends, is just a straight-up no-no.

Thank you, that is all.

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Praise And Worship ... For Real

So, it's official, Mr. Young is taking the band director job at Vinita. Good luck sir, you taught me well.

But on to other news...there isn't any.

Today was good, I went to 314 with Renee. It was pretty much a huge tease since I didn't get to play. They had a band from New Hope there, they were a good praise and worship band, which is what ColorBlindRed is meant to be, but they were much different. I'm guilty of not making praise and worship what it should be. But in saying that, I'll have to bring down Alex and Luke with me. I think that sometimes we try too hard to be liked musically. We put solos and breakdowns in almost every song and forget to concentrate on what's important: praising God. As a p&w band, we have a mission: bring listeners to a praise and worship zone that bring them closer to God. We did that at Falls Creek last year, and the feeling I got afterward was a huge reward. I enjoyed doing it, and I felt like I had accomplished something. Since then we've gotten more talented, which is a gift from God, and in turn we should have used it to make the PRAISE and the WORSHIP better...not to make people like us a little more because we sound like one of their favorite secular bands.

The band I heard tonight was no Taking Back Sunday, Nickelback, or Hawthorne Heights (those three were picked at random, and in fact, I'm only a big fan of one of them), but they led every single person in that building into a heavenly state. They were closer to Jesus, and I want to be able to do that. Sure, we could do it at church camp, but just about any band could do that. The Christ-like energy that flows through Falls Creek is enough to make anyone feel like they're going to leave that place and become the next martyr for Christ. I want to be able to take that kind of energy everywhere we play and let it flow freely. I'm just a simple drummer, I haven't even begun to tap into what God has for me, but I do know what I need to give back to him...and in my last month as a member of CBR, I'm gonna try to give him all I've got.

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Late Night TV Sucks...

...Tremendously. So, here are my options. I can watch two guys that look like homosexuals build stuff on HGTV, an old reshowing of a tennis match on ESPN2, or watch endless commercials trying to get me to buy steak knife sets, blenders, and state quarters. It's because of this sad selection of channels that all of you get a new blog post...your welcome.

As I sit here browsing through channels and wait for my frozen pizza to cook, I reflect on what's happened today...this should take a whole 2 minutes. I stayed at Brandt's house last night to hang out with him and Luke. We had some fun playing Monopoly 'til mornin' and racing each other at 185mph on Nascar 07'. "Here and Now Monopoly" is the shat. I knocked Johnson out of the game with an 11 million dollar rent fee. Because of my hotels, I inherited all of his money and every piece of property he owned. I then proceeded to unmortage all of the properties I received, and then put hotels on them all. By the end of the night, I had 13 hotels (we ran out), 12 houses, and 3 airports. That's not the crazy part, the truly amazing thing was that Brandt stayed in the game for 2 more hours after Johnson went bankrupt.....focking ridiculous, that's what it was. But, by the end of the night, Brandt owed me 6 million and was finally out of the game...I own at Monopoly. We woke up sometime after noon ultimately to eat and play more games. I continued my ride on the winnin' wagon with NCAA Football '07. Screw you Longhorns, screw you. Sorry Texas, I didn't really mean that, you're still my #2 team ;). My day ended with a nascar pit crew style moving of CBR's instruments from 314 to church, then church, and a seriously insane practice session. Insane as in, we were being retarded. And, when I say "we", I mean "I". We got a little work done, but I still have no idea what the fock we're gonna do in Marble City on Saturday....nice.

I don't have anything else to tell you, and my pizza's done, so fock off 'til tomorrow fans of my life! Cheers yo...

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P'zone's, Movies, and Strange Animal Penis's

Ok, I think I've finally gotten my blog to look sorta the way I want it to. I had to try two or three different blog providers but I think the final resting place will be blogger.com. I'm just a hard person to please when it comes to computer/technology stuff, because I know what the web has to offer and I don't like to settle for less. Anyway, I'm happy now.



Yesterday, I woke up and got ready to go watch movies at Renee's house. On the way to Sallisaw, I passed Cody in his slammin' jammin' new truck, and he called me. After a little conversation, I ended up eating lunch with Renee, Cody, AND my Aunt Theresa with Hannah, at Pizza Hut. I'd like to take this time to let everyone know that the p'zone really is a whole lotta eatin', extremely pleasurable to the pallet, and $5.99 for a limited time! Anyway, after about 2 hours of eating and talking, we rented some movies and headed to Renee's house to watch 'em.


Somewhere along the way, Alichia called me and told me about ColorBlindRed's newest show to play at. Apparently, we're going to the gigantic establishment of Marble City on Saturday. They want us to play for some sort of festival from 6-8pm. So I'm thinkin' hmmm, Christian rock for people who aren't expecting Christian rock. But on top of that, there's a COUNTRY band playing before us. AND, it just so happens that this COUNTRY band is Knee Deep. Knee Deep is a band with a drummer. Knee Deep is a band with a drummer who happens to be my uncle, Trevor McCoy. Needless to say, it's gonna get interesting. My uncle has never heard us play, and I've only heard his band on cd...yep, they're for sure a country band. So wish us luck, and if you feel like it, come out and see us. It's not like it'll be hard to find us. There's only one intersection in Marble City, and that's where we'll be.



Right now, I'm watching Fear Factor, and I just witnessed four people scarf down deer, elk, bull, and water buffalo penis's. Ya, what a great start to my day. Also, Cody was fired today. Probably because he sleeps in a lot. Maybe that wouldn't happen if he came home at a time other than 3AM and slept for more than 3 hours a night. The sad thing is, he just started payments on his new truck...ya, he's pretty much screwed. I honestly don't know what the plan is for today, but I'm sure you'll find out in tomorrow's post. Cheers yo...

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First Post

So, I guess I'll get this started...Ever since Xanga was thrown to the curb, I've sorta had this unexplainable urge to start writing in an online journal again. So, I finally gave in and I'm trying this out. I've never used LiveJournal before, but I've seen and heard good things so I think it'll work out just fine.

Currently, it's 2:25AM on Sunday, and I really don't know what to tell you besides what I did on Saturday. But then again, if you're reading this, you probably know me and you know exactly what happened because you were most likely there. But for those of you who weren't, I played paintball. We celebrated Alison's birthday by goin' out in the middle of nowhere and blastin' each other with co2 powered plastic and paint...magical. I showed up and took out my Spyder Xtra paintball gun to which everyone saw as the Zeus-like thunderbolt to which they'd be stricken by. So I came prepared, but there was no reason for them to want me to be on my own team. Thank God I wasn't because it was war out there. All in all, I think I picked of three people the whole day and got shot in the face once. It was fun. Afterward, it was chaos...everyone raced back to Vian to get first dibbs on the showers, and CBR had to be in Gore to practice as soon as possible because we had to play at 314 again. I kinda like 314, it's a work in progress. After 314, I almost died...no big. I did save myself and everyone else in the convoy from a 3 car pile-up, but I'm not one to brag...

I don't know what came over me and made me decide to write my first journal post this late (or early)...I just hope that you're not disappointed in it's content. Most people read my posts on facebook, xanga, myspace, whatever, because of the humorous and witty sentences I put together, but I think with this new project, I'm gonna try to be a little serious also. But don't worry, it's still the same Curt, and I'll try to make reading this blog worth your time...though a miserable failure is also a possibility. I don't know what I'll talk about in each post, unlike other blogs, this one doesn't have a certain structure or topic that makes it a sports blog or a news blog perhaps but more of a random container for anything I want to say, or need to get off my chest. So...this is my first post, and I hope there will be many more in the future. Cheers yo...