and never lets me down is music. I can sleep safe at night knowing that no matter how shitty I feel I can throw a record on and feel ten times better immediately. Hardcore fills the void that most friends, family and life in general cannot fill. And I am way more grateful for that, than most of the people in my life.
Picked on, picked last, Can’t forget, bottom of the class But so cynical and typical, I judged them, before they judged me I guess I smelled bad, I didn’t care, My school was empty, I wasn’t there Smiles were imitation like every grade, Intelligence had nothing to do with what I made Yo hot breath, you need some tic-tacs, Industrial strength, make sure it lasts The stereo never stopped, I’d sleep and listen, Albums played for weeks and that was the mission I would soak up every band’s album, Maybe one day it’d rub off on me I’d start a band, write amazing songs, We’d tour till the sun caved in I’d finally meet one of my goals, I’d finally be good at something Yo hot breath, you need some tic-tacs, Industrial strength, make sure it lasts My roots are buried beneath ten years of concrete And that’s where they think they should be That’s where they think they should be
Last Call is currently on tour with Such Gold and Koji, and the band has been kind enough to start up a Road Blog for PropertyOfZack. Read up on the first entry and check back for more!
From Adam Blasco:
Every day, I write a little bit about what we did that day, but rather than a daily diary entry, I want this road blog to be more of an overall summation of our experiences. Being that this is our first time traveling anywhere east of Texas (as a band), this week has been full of ‘firsts’, and some awesome experiences that none of us will forget. Today is day #8 of Last Call’s first US tour, and I’m sitting in a Starbucks in Wilkes-Barre, PA. Before I get into the past week, I want to talk about how amazing everything is here. Being from Las Vegas, where we don’t have any trees, and no real differentiation or indicators of seasons, I’m in awe when I look around from where I’m sitting. There are mountains in every direction covered with trees in different shades of reds, yellows and oranges. The air is noticeably cleaner than home, and chillingly refreshing. You really learn to appreciate these kinds of things when it’s not something that you see day to day. If you’re from this area, don’t take what you’ve got for granted. Enjoy it, and take full advantage of it.
A week ago from today, we loaded up the trailer full of all of our gear, put all of our shit into the van, and made our way up to St. George, UT to begin our first ever trek out to the East Coast of the US. We weren’t really sure what to expect. Shortly before our tour began, we got word that 3 out of the 5 shows on our way out to Pennsylvania had fallen through for whatever reason. We’re obviously not a band with a lot of money as a band or individually, so this wasn’t only frustrating & stressful, but a bit frightening. Hoping for the best, we hit the road. From the very beginning, something that Last Call isn’t at all used to happened… things seemed to be working in our favor. We began filling those empty dates, and nerves were becoming settled. We pulled into the back lot at the Gogo 37 in St. G, and began loading in. After grabbing some food, we returned to the venue and we’re pleasantly surprised by the turnout on this Tuesday night. Our friends in Fever Dreams ended up being the only other band playing that night, and killed it as always. The show was awesome, and hanging out at and after the show was a blast. Being that we essentially had 4 days to get from home to the opposite coast of the country, many of the first few nights were spent driving. Night number one, we drove for about 14 hours from St. George to Denver, CO where we dropped off the van for an oil change and headed to Illegal Pete’s for burritos. I know that cramming 7 adults into a 5 seater car sounds like a blast, and an opportunity you’d jump at after spending 14 hours in a van. So, we did just that. We made our way through the city, and finally arrived at Pete’s. These burritos (or some of them at least) were amazing. Our TM Chris lives in Denver, so we met up with one of his friends at an Ice Cream shop downtown before heading back to his house to clean up & chill for a minute. Before we knew it, it was once again time to drive.
Handguns and Forever Came Calling will be releasing a great split on November 8th via our good friends at Pure Noise Records, and PropertyOfZack is stoked to be hosting a contest for the release. The contest will end on November 8th, so find out how to enter below!
Winners will receive: 1 Grand Prize: Handguns and FCC longsleeve, Handguns and FCC shirt. All 3 Colors of the split and a test pressing. 1 Runner Up: Handguns and FCC shirt and a copy of the split.
To enter the Handguns/Forever Came Calling contest you must do each of the following things: 1. Go to Pure Noise’s Bandcamp and download the new Handguns song, “Where Are You?,” and Forever Came Calling’s new song, “Front Porch Sunrise.” Both songs are free. 2. Make a promotional video for the Handguns/FCC split, using the songs. The video can be short, long, silly, serious. Whatever you want. 3. Post the video on YouTube 4. Post the video on your Facebook or Tumblr 5. Send the link to the video to firstname.lastname@example.org
I have a little flip camera. Might do this. I have some ideas.
Latin For Truth - A Wino’s Love: The Lonesome Desolate 20’s
Fuck myself, nothing’s heavier than what I let it be. So I gun down the moon and a bottle of wine, howl at my grief. My advice: stay unmoved, never chain your wolves to one girl. When the end comes, it’s just you and your friends vs. the world. The clouds in my chest have shit the bed. When I smell Mexican beer, I think of my ex and when I write long winded letters to my dad, I think of my childhood and parenthood through a pen. Hey, why do I feel so lucky? Hey, I hear a calling for the road. Hey, simple me says nothin’. Hey, I care too much to be alone. The call we hear is too soft for the mouth, but not too soft for the ears. Bloom with the brutes, chief away, Toulouse, chief away, Toulouse. Through this I choose to be the hands that loosen the noose. All love and art turns, so turn or be turned.