<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:27:35.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>communication breakdown</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-7900587876209649016</id><published>2009-02-23T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:11:01.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SEE MONSTERS.</title><content type='html'>This weekend i had the pleasure of traveling to suburban Montclair, NJ to see my favorite artist, Ryan Adams, and his Cardinals perform at the Wellmont Theater.  I went to see him with my mom and Jeff (her man). We're all big huge fans. Like totally listen to him every night fans.&lt;br&gt; The Ryan Adams love for me developed about 5 years ago. Every week about 10 of my friends would get together to watch the O.C. at Alex russin's apartment, he lived in the same complex as Decker, Chris Thomas, etc...so basically everyone would smoke weed besides me, and we'd watch and eat, then play nba live. On one of the season finales, they used Ryan's version of oasis' wonderwall to intensify the feeling. My jaw dropped. All of us were like, what the fuck is this?  I went home and downloaded it that night. That cover was on Love is Hell pt. 1, a disc that i then went on to listen to THOUSANDS of times. it was my staple sleep cd. I never even gave any of his other records a shot. i didn't pay attention to him touring or anything. I did however buy Heartbreaker for my mom. My mom fell in love with Ryan, proceeded to get every record he owned and meticulously google search his name. It wouldn't be uncommon for her to bring up his romantic life in a conversation..." Ya know he's dating Parker Posey, fuck her, he's too cool for her." This was my mom i'm talking about. The epitome of cool.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyhow i'd say my love for his entire catalog fully developed upon moving to Richmond in 2006. I'd spend alot of time at my friend Kong's apartment who is quite the Ryan aficionado himself. If it weren't for him, i'm not sure i'd "feel" the man the way i do today.  We would spend friday nights playing Madden and blasting these live bootleg sets that he downloaded that were just fucking phenomenal. It seemed totally ok for two middle 20's year old men to turn down bars and parties for a night full of video games, good food, coffee and ryan adams. We called that Men's Night. not quite a Manly Night, but fuck it, i wouldn't have changed a thing and to be honest i'd give up a portion of my monthly pay to continue that tradition. Kong has since moved to Venice,Ca and we keep in touch meticulously through blackberry messenger, mostly in discussion about you know who. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adams is a musician who shines tenfold live vs. recorded in my amateur opinion. After discovering alot of his older albums through the songs i came to love on the live sets, my knowledge of his career and his influences grew vastly.  I've seen him 3 times at this point in my life, once opening for Oasis, the other two being alone.  There was an intense sense of urgency to see him on this tour, as he announced it will be his last with the Cardinals, and that he was quitting music for awhile. About a week after that announcement, cnn.com ran a story saying "ROCKER RYAN ADAMS ENGAGED TO MANDY MOORE". wtf. i saw this coming. Adams posted pictures on his blog and i noticed her in one of them, actually lookin cool as hell but i was still slightly confused. So that happened. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the show in almost perfect timing, take our seats in a nice sized older theater.  After about 30 minutes the song "OOOH BABY DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT'S WORTH, BLA BLA HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH" starts blasting from the PA as the lights draw. People screaming, i'm laughing.  He proceeds to rip into "I See Monsters". i glance over at my mom who is somehow sobbing and i feel this full sense of joy, love, happiness, warmth all at once.  it was some kind of explosion of sensory emotions. The atmosphere became totally euphoric and i was reminded why i listen to this man every single day. He played roughly 3 hours and was simply amazing. My mom cried almost the whole time.  I made sure to pick up a sticker for everything i feel needed to be branded...guitars, computer, cars, etc.  All in all i'd say it was one of the best live music experiences i've ever had and if you're reading this and somehow have the opportunity to see him before he disappears for awhile, please do so. i don't think he'll be gone for long, but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SaNvNUzZouI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dhHZQRnC8kg/s1600-h/IMG00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SaNvNUzZouI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dhHZQRnC8kg/s200/IMG00078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306207060685857506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-7900587876209649016?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7900587876209649016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=7900587876209649016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/7900587876209649016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/7900587876209649016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-see-monsters.html' title='I SEE MONSTERS.'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SaNvNUzZouI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dhHZQRnC8kg/s72-c/IMG00078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-3742559037949386636</id><published>2009-01-31T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:36:50.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIVAL</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure when or how it happened in my life, but suddenly i've reverted my musical taste to the pioneers of my peering generation.  I'd say it mostly started when i rejoined blacklisted last year.  Nirvana was a staple in our van. I became fascinated with their rise and self inflicted fall, then found myself digging deeper into my childhood musical freedom. Deeper into the 60s, i rediscovered Led Zeppelin through the words of Stephen Davis' Hammer of the Gods. A book i recommend for anyone who has ever cared about rock and roll. That fascination then led me then to Guns N' Roses. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(edit * i don't want to turn this blog into some type of guns n' roses worship situation, just sayin)&lt;/span&gt;  I accrue all of that to my mom and step father Jerry. I remember our stereo components case had a glass door with a sticker from Appetite For Destruction.  Mixed Tapes were huge for our family. They threw and attended parties frequently when i was a kid, and it was all about the new mixed tape. Jerry put a Guns N' Roses song on every single tape he made. Making the tape was a week long process. i remember sitting in my living room with a 5 disc player with like 5 different components attached and helping my mom and jerry make these tapes. They were great and i really wish i still had some of them.  A family friend Mike was also big on the mixed tape and i remember his cd collection was so completely awe inspiring that when we would go over there to play cards i would often just sit on the floor looking through album artwork and discs.  My Mom and Jerry took me to a ton of concerts when i was young. I saw Kiss in makeup twice. I have the money with Angus Young on it from the "Money Talks" tour. My mom went to see Aerosmith and GNR in 1988, in Philadelphia, the day before the video for "Paradise City" was filmed in Jersey. Hard rock is in my genetic makeup. Drug abuse and alcohol addiction are also in that genetic makeup, but i've been working on making sure that those never see the light of day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty funny story that might dive a little bit too deeply into my personal life is from about 1989. Id be five at this point. My mom bought me a Guns N' Roses t-shirt.  I was really into them and Bon Jovi. I had a jean jacket, ripped jeans, and a bunch of pictures of bands that you could win at carnivals and fairs, in like terrible metal frames. I went to my dad's house for visiting on weekends. My dad, also named David, and my mom had separated when i was very young. He had a a few terrible addictions, one being the aforementioned Mr. Brownstone, and alcohol of course.  The courts ordered, upon the divorce, that i was to see him on weekends. Some of these weekends included him getting arrested for intoxication in New Jersey, while i sat in the jail with the cops. Another not so hot memory i recall is getting to the beach, and my dad not having sun block, decided covering me in baby oil was the appropriate solution. I got some bad degree burn, and then my dad disappeared from the hotel room for several hours. I watched the NBA draft in agonizing pain. At the time i guess i thought my dad was getting food...So back on track here. I went over to his house for the weekend with the beloved GNR shirt on my back. My dad told me to take the shirt off.. I did, handed it to him and he then CUT IT UP RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. He said "I DON'T  AGREE WITH YOU OR YOUR MOTHER SUPPORTING THIS TYPE OF BEHAVIOR". i cried then shrugged it off. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?  I was too young to understand the utter hypocrisy of this little situation but as i got older i figured all of that out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how your family life can in one way or another shape the person you grow into. I grew up in a house that blasted music whenever possible. I stayed home on friday nights in high school occasionally to hang with my mom and sing our favorite songs at the top of our lungs. It was around this time as well that i got really into performing music too. As i type this entry currently, my mom is in the kitchen of our house blasting radiohead on  her ipod while she ferociously prepares delicious cuisine for a dinner party we are hosting tonight.  On the contrary when i entered high school,  smoking weed and getting wasted became the cool things to do on weekends. I knew all too well what i was genetically destined to become. I stopped visiting my father when i became old enough to understand what a liar and a thief drugs had defined him to be.  I found this little thing called straightedge then.  That was 10 years ago this spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Fargo Rock City by Chuck Klosterman last week. Shawn Foley put me on to Chuck during our last few tours. I think he read every one of his books on tour riding shotgun on the long drives. I'm only 15 pages in, but it inspired me enough to write this. you should read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.metal.de/pix_stories/fargo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 548px;" src="http://www.metal.de/pix_stories/fargo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-3742559037949386636?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3742559037949386636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=3742559037949386636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/3742559037949386636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/3742559037949386636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2009/01/revival.html' title='REVIVAL'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-7478181253488454756</id><published>2009-01-22T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:59:28.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with Mr. Brownstone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gunsnroses.gr/images/Old%20Gnr/Steven%2013501-13999/13501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 411px;" src="http://www.gunsnroses.gr/images/Old%20Gnr/Steven%2013501-13999/13501.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Steven Adler's 44th birthday. He's been depicted pretty accurately on VH1's Celebrity Rehab and Sober House as a non recovering heroin addict.  Last week i watched the first episode in which upon entering the house, Steven is found with heroin and new and used needles.  I don't want to go on some long rant about heroin use and lives being ruined. Yes i have personal experience with this but that's not what i'm trying to go for here. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Basically what I'd like to say is Happy Birthday Steven Adler, take a note from your old buddies Duff and Slash and stop dancing with Mr. Brownstone. Nobody wants to see you dead. Even though most people expect you to be, any day now. Prove them wrong, get your act together and get back to smiling behind the drumset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides you played on one of the best rock and roll records ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/POYeP1kYyVITHjtyFyPwYRMwyCorXt26xTeQMnOmDUJlVRN4b3vRdMiFk-OxC5f00e6OLpS4TBT17RiL5JKfk4jyP4tgDY25/appetitefordestructionoriginal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/POYeP1kYyVITHjtyFyPwYRMwyCorXt26xTeQMnOmDUJlVRN4b3vRdMiFk-OxC5f00e6OLpS4TBT17RiL5JKfk4jyP4tgDY25/appetitefordestructionoriginal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-7478181253488454756?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7478181253488454756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=7478181253488454756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/7478181253488454756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/7478181253488454756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2009/01/dancing-with-mr-brownstone.html' title='Dancing with Mr. Brownstone...'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-8250037454787718934</id><published>2009-01-19T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:58:01.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are you ?</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted an entry since i was in Japan. That does not mean i haven't been thinking about doing so. There have been so many events, life situations, transformations and daily dilemmas that i just couldn't get to jotting them out of my mind to blog. Well I've reaffirmed my faith in writing as a way of releasing after reading other "web logs". I've also decided that the ever popular "picture" posts (i'm SO guilty of this) are done for. I'm writing once a week. I'm writing about something. Personal, Open, whatever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little personal update for anyone who cares to know. I've recently returned to the state of my birth. The beautiful and legitimately freezing Pennsylvania. I've been staying with my family here for about 3 weeks now, working for the "family business" (doesn't that sound so mob like). I'm a field sampler for an environmental testing laboratory. To make more sense of those words, i sample stuff to a very specific method. A typical monday will find me at the Sewer Authority pouring "shit" into a small bottle, then returning that to our laboratory where several skilled "scientists" analyze and evaluate its contents.  It may not be glamorous, but i actually really enjoy what i do. I get to travel around the great Keystone state to specific site locations.  I've gotten good at waking up 30 minutes before my alarm, at approximately 6:40 a.m. My friends at Lakeview can concur that this is a truly monumental event in my life. Last month i was waking up at 3 p.m., zombie driving to starbucks with a boner.  Now i'm doing that like 7 hours earlier! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness though, it just goes to show you how crazy your life can be. You never know what can happen tomorrow. My last blog posting was from somewhere in Japan. I went to Japan because i played guitar in a hardcore band. Now i'm not bragging, but that's pretty fucking cool. Now i'm sitting in my kitchen listening to Led Zeppelin with a little bit of tea, taking a break from mentally planning out my schedule for tomorrow morning. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking (for months actually) of trying yoga. I'd also like to do some more physically challenging activities. Maybe rock climbing. Without having to mention playing music, i will always be doing that. &lt;br /&gt;See you next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-8250037454787718934?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8250037454787718934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=8250037454787718934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/8250037454787718934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/8250037454787718934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-are-you.html' title='who are you ?'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-2705251479846195796</id><published>2008-10-07T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:23:10.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRY ME FOR MY AIR MAX 95</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/Photo34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/Photo34.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/Photo35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/Photo35.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/Photo37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/Photo37.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/Photo36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE IN JAPAN.We've been here for about 4 days now and we're having a great time. Spent two days in Osaka and that was awesome, met up with the Strike Anywhere dudes who are cool. The trip has been fun so far. We went to a sneaker store in Osaka that was essentially a dream come true. Old shoes , some worn some new, just whatever you could find, shrink wrapped. all different eras. mostly mid 90's stuff. george found an original pair of 25psi grey green air max 95 with original box for 50 bucks. that was so fucking cool. at a thrift store i found a misfits bootleg t-shirt from the mid 80's..super sweet. the people here seem so innocent. everyone is just happy and respectful. more updates to come but so far so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-266666914722837379?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/266666914722837379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=266666914722837379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/266666914722837379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/266666914722837379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/hellooooo.html' title='HELLOOOOO'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-3154146580097973320</id><published>2008-09-29T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:12:32.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween is coming up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/DSC02589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/DSC02589.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-3154146580097973320?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3154146580097973320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=3154146580097973320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/3154146580097973320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/3154146580097973320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/halloween-is-coming-up.html' title='halloween is coming up...'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-311504802826955808</id><published>2008-09-28T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:41:05.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>typical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jokerracewear.com/catalog/images/loser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://jokerracewear.com/catalog/images/loser.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As any true sports fan would agree, there's nothing positive about your team losing. Getting 4 shots at winning or at least taking the lead in a game, and blowing each of them with THE SAME PLAY CALL...now thats just salting a wound. I spent the first half of the sunday night showdown between the bears and eagles at a dive bar in hazelton called 4th St. One dickhead sitting next to me with a demarcus ware probowl dallas cowboys jersey on, another dickhead with a jerry rice jersey from 89', the biggest dorkass with an eli manning jersey and matching hat, and a few incoherent philly fans who i associated with. i can't lie, i thought that we were gonna pull away from this one at any moment. our defense would completely dominate, with our offense coming out looking flat (with certain exception). but nothing hurt more than the final 8 minutes where we drove 75 yards to be jammed 4 CONSECUTIVE TIMES  at the goal line due to some truly stellar play calling from Mr. Andy Reid and co. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;typical&lt;/span&gt;. totally typical. i actually witnessed this happen IRL last year vs. the seahawks, where i sat in the freezing rain gripping my fingers to not fall victim to hypothermia...we blew that one too. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my anger led me to my mom's house to watch the rest of the game in silence knowing that i can't handle others in that type of atmosphere. i smashed the footstool so hard with my fist that i not only woke up the dog, but woke mom up as well who then told me to get it together. i said '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;get out of my face'&lt;/span&gt;. then i apologized in saying the tiger got out of the cage and i didn't mean that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my roommate texted me immediately with a "how about dem bears" statement. instead of shooting off a "go fuck yourself", all i could say was "thanks". that summed it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-311504802826955808?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/311504802826955808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=311504802826955808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/311504802826955808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/311504802826955808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/typical.html' title='typical'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-3605699746228424305</id><published>2008-09-28T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:35:30.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is this picture a heart stabber?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/IMG_0296.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; this picture is about 2 years old. I had Factory for a few months of my life, and they were both amazing and terrible at the same time. she was sick alot of the time with a very very very sensitive stomach (i spent more on her than i did on me, foodwise), but she also made me happy every single day. when i decided to start touring frequently, i decided that she needed a better home situation. My friends were amazing at taking care of her while i was away, but i felt like a bad father. I talked to a few friends and found her a great home where she could play with another pit, have a loving family and a huge yard to run around like a maniac in. That being said i miss her to this day and wish i was in a different situation in life to have her. I will have another dog when i'm more of a grown up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-3605699746228424305?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3605699746228424305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=3605699746228424305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/3605699746228424305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/3605699746228424305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-this-picture-heart-stabber.html' title='is this picture a heart stabber?'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-2780023669244989921</id><published>2008-09-26T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:28:06.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MSM BOOKING PRESENTS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/?action=view&amp;current=Scan001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v616/fostergxc/Scan001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-2780023669244989921?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2780023669244989921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=2780023669244989921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/2780023669244989921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/2780023669244989921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/msm-booking-presents.html' title='MSM BOOKING PRESENTS:'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-6290120050534389149</id><published>2008-09-26T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:41:45.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blackberry, you're addicted.</title><content type='html'>For my entire residency working for an authorized Verizon Wireless dealer, i swore off using a blackberry. always thought they were cool but never thought i needed the extra $30 in my monthly bill. About 4 months ago, i changed my mind when the Curve was released. Is it even worth saying that i am a converted believer ?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why do i like blackberry, and why does everyone i know also like blackberry? It seems like my BBM contacts have been growing considerably on a daily basis. i'm not complaining. The upsides: google's mobile applications. Having one touch access to 3 of the accounts i have on google is amazing. Full access, including sent mail, starred emails (great for paying bills or reminders), full list of contacts, mobile drafts in no service areas (not too many of those in the usa thanks), and the previously mentioned meandering amongst the 3 accounts at one button touch. blackberry messenger is also an amazing feature that i use daily, connecting media in seconds to any of the contacts in my list.  when i returned from my last european trip, i turned my phone on and couldn't pull my head up for approximately 3 hours. It's a blessing and a curse but at least i know that in a seconds time i can be on wikipedia learning about the epiphone elitist series when im sitting at music-go-round in wilkes-barre,pa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the way our society is advancing, i'd feel pretty confident in saying that in 2-3 years, 80% of mobile devices purchased will be either blackberry or iPhone. Who knows what these phones will be capable of in that time? It's cool but it's also frightening. My first phone was purchased for me in my senior year of high school . It was the Nokia candy bar phone, where the only option of multimedia was to play snake.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap up my little blackberry rant for the afternoon of Friday, the 26th, i'd like to add that if we are friends and you are using this little heartbeater...send me your pin. We can totally send each other stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-6290120050534389149?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6290120050534389149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=6290120050534389149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/6290120050534389149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/6290120050534389149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/blackberry-youre-addicted.html' title='blackberry, you&apos;re addicted.'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-1369959466589819954</id><published>2008-09-24T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:55:29.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a long time since i rock and rolled..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SNrhbPqpr-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GLcqaFSLvPM/s1600-h/l_897a070da2e59b83ff931dff54575086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SNrhbPqpr-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GLcqaFSLvPM/s320/l_897a070da2e59b83ff931dff54575086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249756173831876578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SNrhbVQi5GI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mcaJZM8uky4/s1600-h/DSC_0193_2-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SNrhbVQi5GI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mcaJZM8uky4/s320/DSC_0193_2-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249756175332992098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SNrhbmMqZ2I/AAAAAAAAADE/naTinjAhuA0/s1600-h/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SNrhbmMqZ2I/AAAAAAAAADE/naTinjAhuA0/s320/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249756179880109922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SNrhb-kjCvI/AAAAAAAAADM/3GJPIRKnktE/s1600-h/2884315962_84e81e955e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SNrhb-kjCvI/AAAAAAAAADM/3GJPIRKnktE/s320/2884315962_84e81e955e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249756186422741746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't posted in three months. mostly because i felt like i had nothing to write about, and with a growing amount of cool blogs with a purpose, mine was getting lost in the midst of mediocrity. i returned yesterday from 17 days in europe with rhythm to the madness. some highlights of the tour would include spinkicking under the eiffel tower at midnight, beating up on the local trying to break into the rhythm van, seeing klaas smash microphones in anger, playing dark ball in trier with jared and rashod...amongst other things. tour in europe is a trying time. lots of long drives in a relatively uncomfortable van, language barriers, etc. the positives outweigh the negatives, but it's still tough. america is full of convenience and you never appreciate that until it's gone. i'm home for about 10 days before we get back onto the airplane, this time headed for japan. konichiwa bitches! playing some dates with other american bands, so hopefully that is cool. then it's a full u.s. tour with have heart, ceremony and the european favorites let down. i'm very excited for this tour. it seems like it might be the last one for us for awhile. i read a few books in the last two weeks. slash's autobiography and hammer of the gods (led zeppelin). both of these books made me want to drop everything and just play guitar. i kinda do that already, but i realize that i need to excel beyond my current state of skill. so i'll be practicing my scales and licks nightly. &lt;br /&gt;if you haven't yet, check out rttm at myspace.com/rhythmtothemadness&lt;br /&gt;also, i have started a smaller-ish booking company in richmond called msmbooking, myspace.com/msmbooking.&lt;br /&gt;here's a few pics from tour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-1369959466589819954?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1369959466589819954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=1369959466589819954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/1369959466589819954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/1369959466589819954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-long-time-since-i-rock-and.html' title='it&apos;s been a long time since i rock and rolled..'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SNrhbPqpr-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/GLcqaFSLvPM/s72-c/l_897a070da2e59b83ff931dff54575086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-3089476100603969519</id><published>2008-06-18T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:40:38.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMG00218.jpg</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SFlyxleyCmI/AAAAAAAAACM/169hYeVyskw/s1600-h/IMG00218-738700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SFlyxleyCmI/AAAAAAAAACM/169hYeVyskw/s320/IMG00218-738700.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213324239858436706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Its been a looong time but here is a brief post celebrating a new purchase, air max 90 trail in a ny knicks classic colorway with a speckled sole. I&amp;#39;m a big fan of any zoom air shoe, specifically the 95-96 basketball era (jason kidd, PENNY hardaway) got these at city sports for less than half of retail. I&amp;#39;m currently driving to my moms house with dave sausage, I&amp;#39;m gonna write some more valid blogs real soon. Lots of life coming up.&lt;p&gt;This message was sent using the Picture and Video Messaging service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To play video messages sent to email, QuickTime� 6.5 or higher is required. Visit &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/quicktime/download"&gt;www.apple.com/quicktime/download&lt;/a&gt; to download the free player or upgrade your existing QuickTime� Player.  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ive ever witnessed. this is what i aspire to be able to do in music...i've got yeaarrsssss ahead of me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybCWSPiC1Q0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybCWSPiC1Q0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little update on myself personally. i've been staying at my mom's house in hazelton and working at hawk mountain labs (where i worked when i was younger). it's been great. just doing whatever is asked of me, staying busy and making a little money here and there. ill be heading down to richmond this weekend to move into a new house and catch up with my friends..then back up north for wednesday. been listening to baroness-the red album a ton recently. still makes me feel like im on acid laced mushrooms. haven't gotten to do much lifting but work is pretty physical (have to move 500 pound barrels every morning) (putting up drywall tomorrow on a ceiling)...that's enough for now. oh i got some new technology in my life that i highly recommend. blackberry curve for verizon wireless and this here macbook. really makes things nice and convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what sin replaces love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-4851644655650556459?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4851644655650556459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=4851644655650556459' title='0 Comments'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SCdb9dwnHpI/AAAAAAAAACE/5mRCNCAFeo0/s1600-h/0511081643-797344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SCdb9dwnHpI/AAAAAAAAACE/5mRCNCAFeo0/s320/0511081643-797344.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199225406341193362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ive decided that every now and then im gonna post some shoe blogs. i got these air max ones (87s).. good colorway. i got these in 2005 at an outlet somewhere in america on the blacklisted outlet touring days. forest green/brown/navy pink. they are a bit beat but still give me good wear. i own about 50 pairs of sneakers at this point in my life, writing stories about how i got them will be cool for me. last day of tour in lemoyne,pa. my mom is coming today, happy mother&amp;#39;s day!&lt;p&gt;This message was sent using the Picture and Video Messaging service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit 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Note: During the download process when asked to choose an installation type (Minimum, Recommended or Custom), select Minimum for faster download.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-1107496216324088990?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1107496216324088990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=1107496216324088990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/1107496216324088990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/1107496216324088990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-gonna-title-this-one-road-to-ruin-we.html' title=''/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SCYJMPdtf2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/AqqWbn0BNHk/s72-c/0414081446-772775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-2771235618016580974</id><published>2008-05-07T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:38:06.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SCHM3t4xWMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZDCuO3jG2ak/s1600-h/0507081130-786641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SCHM3t4xWMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZDCuO3jG2ak/s320/0507081130-786641.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197660702544844994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;fuck you tennessee. well not really, but on day 3 of being in johnson city, im ready to leave. our van was completed and now we&amp;#39;ve been waiting on beans guitar head for over an hour. it was fixed apparently yesterday but is fucked up now. we&amp;#39;re all eager to get knee deep in our trek to pittsburgh for tonights show. im actually excited to drive. couldnt sleep much last night, wound up listening to baroness. sonically it was blowing my mind. way more than listening on a stereo. i felt like i was on some weird mushrooms with acid tabs on the insides. i imagine that is what drugs are like?  this is a picture of me leaning on a window in the shade, on the corner. kill yourself to live... hi mom i love you.&lt;p&gt;This message was sent using the Picture and Video Messaging service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;p&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To play video messages sent to email, QuickTime� 6.5 or higher is required. 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Visit &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/quicktime/download"&gt;www.apple.com/quicktime/download&lt;/a&gt; to download the free player or upgrade your existing QuickTime� Player.  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(sponsor me ehx, you fuckers)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been wearing: white fruit of the loom sized medium vneck t shirts, levi 501xx shrink to fit jeans (32x34), wore those in the shower, what a trick. cobalt blue authentic vans. hanes boxer briefs, but im about to have to wear these straight briefs that i accidentally bought. make me look like a body builder or superhero or something...everyone feels uncomfortable, which i can understand and relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've given up on: shaving. (tried to upload a shitty face picture, won't work, i will in the near future)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive gotten into: flossing (grown ass man shit, teeth/gums feel great, pete appleby would be proud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss: richmond, my honda civic si, my close ones in nyc, my close one in california.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for being here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;best friends forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-3320807382213991853?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3320807382213991853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=3320807382213991853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/3320807382213991853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/3320807382213991853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-and-ps.html' title='oh and p.s.'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SBwNLY55I2I/AAAAAAAAABU/2W_vXKcXRnQ/s72-c/downsized_0503080256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-2154824985444300140</id><published>2008-05-02T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:34:36.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sup jim  ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdQz9ghg_sk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdQz9ghg_sk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-2154824985444300140?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-6870433863766073538</id><published>2008-04-30T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:01:21.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come as you are</title><content type='html'>lately ive been listening to all eras of nirvana. mostly in utero however. on repeat. i read "come as you are" by michael azerrad and i don't know why but its severely depressed me. it sounds overly dramatic to say that but it's true. the countless "blow my head off" references made by cobain throughout the interviews  literally made my stomach turn. i cannot imagine or begin to understand the physical and mental pain he was going through, but knowing that his only relief was opiate induced is just straight depressing. it makes me appreciate my position and standing in life a bit more. i liked nirvana before, when i was younger. everyone did. my first band "jammed" on come as you are and smells like teen spirit, just like every other band has. i don't want to pose that i'm some long time nirvana diehard, but at the age of 24, in 2008, i cant stop listening to and thinking about them. they couldve been anyone from anywhere in the world. cobains voice is more distinct than anyone in our generation. it is impossible to duplicate. i'm just straight disturbed by nirvana right now. the unplugged record is almost too sad to listen to at all. i know i'm 14 years late on the subject but i guess that goes to prove the test of time theorem. who is the kurt cobain of 2000-beyond? will anyone ever have that impact on culture and society again? "i miss the comfort..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-6870433863766073538?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6870433863766073538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=6870433863766073538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/6870433863766073538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/6870433863766073538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2008/04/come-as-you-are.html' title='come as you are'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-9048759536236845020</id><published>2008-04-18T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:30:18.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vegetarian?</title><content type='html'>myself and shawn foley have both fallen victim to the poisoning of chicken at subway. it hit me about 24 hours ago. we played in tacoma,wa. i ate a 12" oven roasted chicken breast sandwich. lettuce tomato only. plain jane. about 5 hours later i felt like there was a cannonball in my stomach. that night we played and then went to green river community college to record some tracks for a live radio gig. when we got back to the house we were staying at i was full blown screwed.. i woke up at 4 a.m. rushed to the bathroom and began violently vomiting. i ended up sleeping in the bathroom that night. this lasted through portland,or where we played and afterwards i sprinted for the bathroom for round 2. after a 10 hour overnight drive to orangevale, i woke up in the back of the van feeling better.  a bit relieved. i hadn't thrown up since my freshman year of high school. i'm not a big fan of it..i actually hate it more than anything. today im at about 50%. about 4 hours ago shawn started getting hit with it as well. he ate the exact same thing as me at subway. he is currently going through it heavy. we had to cancel our gig tonight. yeah it's that bad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no big deal, just playing two shows tomorrow in so-cal, then driving back to san francisco to record a video. why would we all be healthy? that would make wayyyy too much sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-9048759536236845020?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9048759536236845020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=9048759536236845020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/9048759536236845020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/9048759536236845020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2008/04/vegetarian.html' title='vegetarian?'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-6027051798855036934</id><published>2008-04-11T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:29:58.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>serve the serpents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SABINYOzJmI/AAAAAAAAABM/FHI26ZHjPLg/s1600-h/expman.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SABINYOzJmI/AAAAAAAAABM/FHI26ZHjPLg/s320/expman.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188226165410834018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SABHFYOzJlI/AAAAAAAAABE/nSx011pIgFQ/s1600-h/-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SABHFYOzJlI/AAAAAAAAABE/nSx011pIgFQ/s320/-2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188224928460252754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SABEMIOzJkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Th0O2_gbOk4/s1600-h/expman-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/SABEMIOzJkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Th0O2_gbOk4/s320/expman-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188221745889486402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this picture was taken in syracuse after our show there. we needed to send the booking agent for our australian tour a "press" photo. here goes one that was snapped. my personal favorite. we're about 10 days into a 41 day u.s. tour. currently we are roomed at a super 8 (our hotel of choice, strictly because of some discount card we get). today we played minneapolis,minn. the show was fantastic. before the gig we went to willie's american guitars in st. paul. this is easily the coolest guitar store i've ever been in, in my life. (www.williesguitars.com) i found the guitar head that i've been on the prowl for, for a great price...a 1986 marshall jcm800 2203, 100 watt, in fantastic condition.&lt;br /&gt;along with that purchase, bean got 2 new pedals and an orange guitar cabinet. i felt like i was a little kid again..the only feeling i could compare it to was being 8 years old and getting my first pair of air jordans..the air jordan 8 in 1993, black and aqua. i was so excited to own those that i slept in bed with them. when they were re-released this past year i acquired 3 pairs for nostalgia exclusively. the shows collectively have been great. it's refreshing for blacklisted to finally be able to play material that we can all 100% get behind. not to say that older blacklisted has less meaning or is not important...but it's just a totally recharged emotion. a new feeling. i've been road doggin/giggin/hangin with bl since day 2. and this is something that's just exciting to be a part of. chemistry, physics, biology, all that shit. that's all i can really say. if you haven't, please pick up heavier than heaven, lonelier than god. www.myspace.com/blacklisted for tour dates. our cds are available at record stores/best buy/hot topic..whatever.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading. sorry for the lack of updates. i just got a new computer but it's at my mom's office. i will be posting much more when i get that. black macbook. stoked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-6027051798855036934?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6027051798855036934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=6027051798855036934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-4223452882927411285</id><published>2008-03-25T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:57:08.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THRASHER (record release mayhem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/R-mC1BBXweI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H6rgosz3zZg/s1600-h/0325081803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/R-mC1BBXweI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H6rgosz3zZg/s320/0325081803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181816693585330658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/R-mClRBXwdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6J3BPLRTclU/s1600-h/0321082013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/R-mClRBXwdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6J3BPLRTclU/s320/0321082013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181816423002390994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/R-mCcBBXwcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rR3trJTctFw/s1600-h/0321081424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/R-mCcBBXwcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rR3trJTctFw/s320/0321081424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181816264088601026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our flights to los angeles were relatively painless...flying southwest isn't the nicest way to fly, but it is what it is.  i think it was something like 85 in los angeles friday. i went to melrose with a close friend of mine while the rest of blacklisted hung out with the good man bob shedd. while in hollywood i saw jonah hill, of superbad and knocked up fame.  i immediately started laughing..dude's funny. i call george for advice "yo would it be super gay if i asked him for a picture?", george says "yes"...so i take his words to heart and continue on my day. i also see a cute puppy at a dog store. i didn't know they had retail puppy stores. i got to the chain reaction in anaheim at about 6 p.m.  i was lucky enough to see some very good friends of mine from when i lived in granada hills...jeff givens being one. jeff is probably the funniest human i know. we talk on the phone occasionally and it's about 30 minutes of non stop laughter. great guy. also got to see wig and tru...two dudes who i spent a lot of time with when i lived there as well. the show itself was great...and actually ended up selling out. we played with downpreser, alpha and omega (charley zanagan), bitter end, life long tragedy and ceremony. all of the sets were pleasers. we've also decided that when ceremony plays, its every kids 30 minutes to "be bad"..hahaha good stuff. after this gig we headed to shedd's american psycho esque apartment. shit was awesome. after the occasional dive bomber (this is when your head plunges to the floor in a thrashed sleep state) we made our way to the area of lax to get some food. ate at denny's...shocker. then pushed on to the airport. bean did a straight dive bomber onto kimpossible. kimpossible  (sister) came along with blacklisted for our journey. she has documented the experience via photograph. i think she took something like 300 pictures..so when those get uploaded, i will have links. one picture comes to mind specifically while waiting in the airport...every single one of us, besides dave big jenk sausage, are passed out seated upright...hoods up or on our faces. its pretty good. we made our way to chicago for saturday.  got picked up somewhere around noon by molly and carrie (if i spelled this wrong, crap). blacklisted typically stays with these people in chicago. they are good people and very hospitable. i immediately pass out on a couch. they have two awesome dogs, cyrus and evey...i think cyrus tongue kissed me in my sleep...no beasto. got to the gig later that night. saw tim smith (o.g. blacklisted/good friend). got a great bad brains shirt, took some photos. this night we played with convicted, dead city and holy roman empire. great lineup. convicted is straight up heavy hardcore, same for dead city.they both thrashed and sounded awesome. holy roman empire was super cool. female fronted. awesome guitar work..so many pedals. super good. we gigged and it was fun. two words: bum bag. don't forget it. after the gig, went back to the homestead. ate a delicious home cooked meal and slept. woke up at like 5 a.m. to head off to the airport for philly. now i don't know if it was the lack of sleep, or just ridiculous experience in general, but everything that occurred at the airport was hands down funniest thing i ever saw. one instance was george farting on the head of a baby. this literally dropped me to my knees.  we arrived in philadelphia somewhere around 11. the blacklisted van was broken down at home with a dead battery (weird, go figure), so jd and chucky edge came to pick us up. went back to bean's house...got a quick easter sunday meatball sub from wawa...then headed off to the first unitarian church for the gig. i personally hadn't been to the church in about 3 years. which was crazy. i had alot of emotions going there. philadelphia is hands down one of my favorite u.s. cities. i was excited to be there again. the show went off amazingly. mongoloids opened up the gig hard as hell, with soul control, let down and shipwreck all singlehandedly pwning the whole club. cold world played before blacklisted. i used to play in cold world a few years ago. great band. really good friends of mine, i've been close with alex nick and dan since i was about 14...so that's almost 10 years, wow. seeing them was great, played alot of new material. i've determined that alex russin is the best guitarist and maybe best person i know. blacklisted played. we opened the gig with the lights out, cat power's "i don't blame you" song playing over the speakers. we love this song and it was something worth remembering. then we blasted through 13 or 14 songs...some old some new. and it was awesome. there was a young dude, maybe about 11, diving consistently right in front of me. joe hardcore would grab him by the back of his collar and bring him back to the stage so he didnt get lost amongst the lost (bjorn) and could continue to get his timmy no justice on. it was great. i feel like i had a smile on my face for 99% of this show. saw some good people i haven't seen in a long time and just had an overall positive experience. me, noles, courtney and mark drove back to richmond, and i was home by midnight. thrashed as hell.&lt;br /&gt;i worked last night at verizon. this is pretty much my last week here for an undetermined amount of time. blacklisted has too much scheduled for me to know if i can guaranteed work at any point in time. right now i'm 9 hours into an 11 hour day. i didn't drink coffee today, so i'm feeling real megadeth. i'll get out soon though, and just live.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading. love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-4223452882927411285?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4223452882927411285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=4223452882927411285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/4223452882927411285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/4223452882927411285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2008/03/thrasher-record-release-mayhem.html' title='THRASHER (record release mayhem)'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/R-mC1BBXweI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H6rgosz3zZg/s72-c/0325081803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-2948203253417419098</id><published>2008-03-20T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T04:42:40.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learn to fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/R-JNcxBXwbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hX53uNi0oLc/s1600-h/0319081519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/R-JNcxBXwbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hX53uNi0oLc/s320/0319081519.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179787678020256178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 730 a.m. and i'm sitting in bean's living room. got about 4-5 hours of sleep. we're getting ready to board a plane with a little layover in st. louis, then off to lax to be picked up by new jersey legend bob shedd. i arrived in philadelphia yesterday around 2:45 in the afternoon after a 7 hour train ride which was supposed to be 4 hours. i woke up and we were sitting in the woods in alexandria, so confused. some railroad beef...finally made it to my favorite city. got picked up at 30th st. station then proceeded to pick up the good man g. went to primo's, are you kidding me? insane chicken pesto sub plus diet mountain dew. gtfo. ate that shit, loaded the van/trailer, then went to get foley. met him at the wawa across from his place...you know i had to get the liter of diet green tea. proceeded out to our practice space that is shared with let down (good band check them out)...and riffed out for about 4 hours. good experience. got some good ideas and pedals. also yesterday i picked up about 8 copies of the philadelphia weekly. blacklisted recently was photographed (im not in this as i live in richmond) for a write up in this free paper available in the city. the write up is pretty cool.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8582621765373728251-2948203253417419098?l=sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2948203253417419098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8582621765373728251&amp;postID=2948203253417419098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/2948203253417419098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8582621765373728251/posts/default/2948203253417419098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimeslifegetscrazy.blogspot.com/2008/03/learn-to-fly.html' title='learn to fly'/><author><name>david n. foster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122463595145179971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/R-JNcxBXwbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hX53uNi0oLc/s72-c/0319081519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8582621765373728251.post-7944180120797576129</id><published>2008-03-18T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:27:45.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oI6FPcFF-_c/R-AUfTz_9wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qTKL7DO3VDs/s1600-h/bloggerbitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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