January 21, 2011

  • road rage gone wrong. that's my story.

    It saddens me to see a decent person completely destroy their life for no apparent reason. Ask me and I'll share the story I'm referring to, because it's a tad personal for public discussion (and it happened while at work). Suffice it to say that yesterday was one of my more interesting shifts, to say the least. 

    Some exciting things to share: The Frontrunner hits the studio March 11th to record our new CD, which is tentatively scheduled for a June 11th release date. I've been spending several hours recently going over lyrics and song structure, making sure we're 100% ready to hit the ground running when we finally get in the studio. We're also working on a release tour that will hopefully run from Tennessee to New York, as long as we can string together enough locations to make it worth the time and money. So far we're getting a pretty positive response from reps and booking guys, so I'm optimistic. New shirts are in the works, as well as some of those trendy bracelets everyone seems to love these days. As always, we're just going to keep working hard and see where it gets us.

    I miss everything about our strange friendship (or whatever you want to call it). I've reached for my phone countless times this week to share a strange incident or frustrating moment, only to remember that I'll have to direct such communication elsewhere. It sucks, and there's no point in wasting words by rambling on here; I still wish it was different. I've written much more within the confines of my private entries, but for the sake of public consumption (in other words, still essentially no one), I'll just say this: I have no idea what your mind has been like this week, but if it's been anything like mine, you've been going a little crazy too. 

    I'm considering having my finger re-broken in order to allow it to heal properly this time. I'm also considering getting contacts. Is it strange that the second of those scares me significantly more than the first?