This isn’t some story about how Eve 6 collectively saved me from a burning building or anything. It’s about how a band I’ve loved since the late 90’s have gotten me through when things have been both at their worst and at their best. I remember it like it was yesterday the day I first heard them. It was back in high school. I remember sitting at home bored one day after school and I was flipping channels on my T.V. It was a time when MTV meant music television and they actually play music videos on t.v. I was flipping and I stopped on MTV just as the video for “Inside Out” started playing.
Back in November I had the pleasure of being on hand for the video shoot of the Wall Street Playaz new single “The Bear” from their record The Prospectus EP. It was a hectic and fun one day shoot that took us all over from the wooded back roads of Staten Island to New York City and Wall Street itself. The video was Shot and Directed by Geoff Celis.
I had the wonderful pleasure of sitting down with Schäffer the Darklord recently for an interview. He is truly a sweet, nerdy, and down to earth guy and we got to talk for quite some time about many different things and I discover as a fan myself that we had a lot in common from music to video game to movies and more. I am very thankful that he took the time out to meet with me and talk. I hope you guys enjoy reading this at much as I did doing it. Enjoy!
I had the pleasure of going to NYCC 2011. It was from October 13th through the 16th. This event had a soundtrack all its own. There is the obvious music of the video games being featured– like Just Dance 3 and Dance Central 2, which succeed or fail purely based on if the soundtrack is varied enough for dance fans of all kinds to enjoy.
Four months into my tour of duty in Iraq, I received a care package from my twin brother, James. He and I have a tense love/hate relationship. Enclosed were a variety of CD’s. Now, here I am, four months in the shit, sick and tired of the sand, the sight and smell of the dead and dying, the constant threat of death/explosions/gunfire, and a feeling of being strung the fuck out.
Have you ever been to a truly amazing concert and afterwards had trouble telling people why it was so amazing? The specific details fall away leaving only your adrenaline and your emotions. That’s why everyone wants pictures, to remember what happened. Most of the concerts I’ve ever been to have been fun—really, I can’t complain about any of them. I just have never danced as hard as I did on May 7th.