Cobra Starship

Today, Cobra Starship.

Gabriel Saporta
Victoria Asher
Ryland Blackinton
Nate Navarro
Alex Saurez

Their beats, are completely electrifying. Gabes lyrics, they're very, dancy, yet if you find some sense to them, they're amazing.

They're a nice miz of electric, pop, and punk.

Gabes got a great voice, and stunning lyrics.

I've seen them live, Gabe is completely sexy, and totally energetic. The whole band just puts on a very involving performance, and they just wrap you up.

Oh Gabe, in spanish, is just a turn on ;)

The best songs:
Guilty Pleasure
One Day Robots Will Cry
Kiss My Sass
Snakes On A Plane (Bring It)
You Can't Be Missed If You Never Go Away

But all their songs are amazing. Listen to them.

The Scene Anesthetic

Todays musical recommendation I know nothing about. I don't know about their inspiration, I don't know the band members, and I don't who they're signed to.

All I know is that they are amazing. They're called the Scene Anesthetic, and it sounds like what you'd expect a beautiful skinny boy with an acoustic guitar sound like.

They have that pure acoustic sound. The one that makes you go 'aw'.

The lead singer has a very beautiful voice, really clean and pure.

I am in love.

My favorite songs are : Yes, Even Stars Break, Beauty In The Breakdown, So Peter, You've Become A Pirate, and Yellow Birds and Coal Mines.

Sounds like:

They somehow remind me of Mayday Parade, don't ask me why, because idont know. Everyone should listen to them though, they're great.

You Know You're Obsessed With The Academy Is... if:

You Know You're Obsessed with The Academy Is... if:

Everytime you hear the name William you instantly smile.
You've wanted to go to Australia since the day you found out about Chislett.
You knew Barrington existed before Fast Times.
When you saw Sisky on TRL you yelled.
You have Williams Birthday in your calender, under the best day of history.
You cried watching P.S. I love you, when they played 'Everything We Had' in the funeral.
You know the story behind Santi.
You like the White Sox (baseball) because its Williams favorite team.
When you go to the doctor you can't help but sing the phrase that pays for him.
You've always secretly wanted to be Sisky's cat.
You saw The Cutting Room Floor 3 and know what shampoo William uses.
Your friends hate the band, and you try and force it down their throats.
You can't sleep the night before a concert.
Whenever you are faced with a challenge you can't help but wonder 'What would William/Chizzy/Carden/Butcher/Sisky do'
You go on youtube only to watch TAITV again and again
You think its funny that Chislett thinks baseball is weird and likes cricket
You've had Jack the camera guy hug you repetitively, and asked him for an autograph.
You've met Jack the Camera Guy.
You hate it when people call the band gay and defend them with your life.
You know every song in every album.
You know that the cover done by TAI of Mayonnaise by Smashing Pumpkins is better than the original.
You've named something you own after a band member.
You don't call the band members by their names (William is Bill or Beckett. Mike Carden is Carden. Micheal Chislett is Chizzy or Chislett. Adam T. Siska is Sisky Biz, and Andrew Mrotek is Butcher)
You wake up and wonder what the boys are eating for breakfast.
You saw a Mike Carden look a like walked up to him and asked him for a picture cause he looked like your favorite guitarist
You could sit and watch Butcher draw FOREVER.
You have hour long conversations with the merch guys about how much you love the band.
You've wondered about what gum they like.
Your mom knows the words to the Phrase That Pays
You write all your essays about how The Academy Is... saved your life.
You sing the TAI songs during class.
You forced your friends to sing the band members happy birthday, happy almost here day, happy santi day, and happy fast times day.
When the fan girls cried about Williams haircut you couldn't help but saying 'shut up, its hair, and he still looks beautiful . God, it grows back'
You watch the ending of Las Vegas Shakedown just to see William in shorts.
You find a way to connect every word you hear to a song.
Science reminds you of 40 steps
You have a picture of the band somewhere in your house. And your cellphone.
Every binder , notebook, and folder you have in school has a picture of one of the boys from the band.
You stare at Williams face for hours.
Your favorite song by Gym Class Heroes is 7 Weeks only because of the chorus.
William Beckett in 'A Little Less Sixteen Candles A Little More Touch Me' is one of your secret fantasies.
Last time someone said William looked like a chick, you punched them.
You ran around telling people about Vegimite with an Australian accent because when Chislett said it you couldn't help but going 'aw, he's soooo cute'
You've thrown personal possessions on stage.
You forced all your friends to draw you the band for your birthday.
Whenever someone says attention you say 'attention attention can I have all your eyes and ears to the front of the room, if only, if only for one second'
You laugh when you hear Eugene.
You sign all your papers Beckett, Chislett, Carden, Siska, or Mrotek.
You have bought all their albums though you've already downloaded them.
You've bought them twice.
You squeal when someone calls someone Santi.
You've imagined your marriage to someone from the band endlessly.
You have 'Im a better fan than you' competitions at venues.
You play In Our Defense when you get mad at your friends.
You forced your teacher to look up William.
She forced you to sing on of their songs.
You know all the adlibs to their songs.
You think that Mike Carden has the nicest hair flip.
You fell in love with flannel when you saw the flannel brothers.
You're reading this and thinking 'wow'

I Give Thanks For:

Happy Thanksgiving guys,

I want to write what I am thankful for:

1. Music in general
2. The Academy Is... the five most amazing boys in the planet.
2. William Motha' Fucking Beckett, for being such an inspiration to me, for being so talented, and graceful, and beautiful. He's the most oddly amazing human being on the planet. And he's saved me, he is my escape. Thanks for Bill.
3. Adam T. Siska, Mike Carden, Micheal Chislett, and Andrew Mrotek, these four beautiful boys, who are some of the nicest, most interesting kids, EVER.
4. The Used- Bert Jepha Quinn and Dan, these boys are so amazing, their music is one of the greatest things I've heard.
5. I am also thankful for Dan Hunter from PlayRadioPlay, for the AMAZING music he's brought to my life.
6. Gabriel 'Gabe' Saporta, Victoria Asher, Ryland Blackinton, Nate Navarro, Alex Saurez, also known as cobra Starship, my past obsession, and still one of the greatest bands known to the universe. Fangs up.
7. Cute Is What We Aim For, Shaant Hacikyan, his beautifulness, and talent, the whole band for being so great.
8. Fallout Boy, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz, Joe trohman, and Andy (who's last name I totally just blanked out on).
9. Panic At The Disco, though im still not over it being P! ATD but, ill live. Ryan Ross, Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith, and Jon Walker.
10. My chemical romance, the ways, lero, del toro, and bob bryan :D
11. The Scene Anesthetic
12. We The Kings
13. Hey Monday (amazing)
15. All Time Low
16. The Maine
17. Mayday Parade
18. Any other amazing bands, who have affected my life in any way.

This is what I am thankful for.

Much Love,

CaroBECKETT

P.s. Happy Thanksgivings .

Currently listening to: compliment Each Other Like Colors by PlayRadioPlay

Madi Don't Leave (PlayRadioPlay Fan Fiction)

Daniel Hunter POV
Lyrics From 'Madi Don't Leave' by PlayRadioPlay

It takes a lot to phase me
I'm pretty stable
I'm pretty sane but..
I'm looking at my future
and, god, do i have to lose her?

My phone rang, and I knew who it was, I wanted to never answer. I ignored the persisting rings, that scram my name, begging for me to say hello, and let my heart shatter in her hands. I wasn't ready to lose all I had wanted.

we share conversations on
how we're all just floating
through space and nothing matters
I'm looking for a pattern

I end up answering the insistent ringing.
"Hello" my voice sounds broken, forced. I don't want to hear her words, but her voice always reels me in.
"Dan" she asked, her voice almost as struggled as my own. I want her to know that im here, and will always be, but no, im weaker, even than her.
"Madi" I asked, knowing that it was of course her. Her voice was high, yet emotionless. It was unusually cold, and empty of its constant life, happiness.
"We need to talk Daniel" she said, in a cool tone, one that was meant to crawl through your bones, and find a way to break into your body.

is it possible to say
"baby, let's run away
to the east coast or Seattle
Corpus or St. Marcus,"

She told me to goto her house, I had known her a lifetime and knew exactly how to make it there. I crawled out of my bedroom window, I did this so many times nowadays. I slid down to the first floor roof, then jumped off, landing on my toes. I ran my way to her house, which was only a couple of blocks away. I tossed a stone to her bedroom window, where she opened the window. She came outside. Her long black hair, that fell in soft waves to her waist. Her skin was pale, and thin, somehow papery. Her bright green eyes, shown in the night sky. She wore black shorts and on of my Misfits band tee. She tossed her rope down the side of her balcony, where years off doing this led to her sliding down casually gracefully. She took my hand, in her soft skin, and dragged me over to her treehouse.

I've got a credit card
and a reliable car
let's drive...to Pennsylvania

And I instantly got pulled back into that memory, of young children. We were only around ten, and both eager to learn. We no longer believed in cooties, but we were still childish and innocent. Things happened that day, in this very same tree house that children should never be exposed to. But no matter how sick or perverse what had happened we believe was, we never regretted it, because we loved each other.

madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is

She cleared her throat, sitting on the soft wooden floor, running her thin fingers across every corner. She smiled, knowing that this place was all we were. We had been friends since she had forgotten her crayons, and I was the boy in kinder with the sixty four pack. And now, thirteen years later, we were both still here. She shuffled uncomfortably.
"Madi, are you going to speak" I asked, knowing I wouldn't like what I was about to hear. She shuffled nervously again. Her eyes then turned to me, with their blazing green potential.

it takes a lot to make pretty angry
and very sad
and I'm looking towards the outcome
there must some hidden reason
we shared kisses upside down
and on your old quilt
by your computer

"Im moving Dan" she mumbled, staring now at the wooden floor, and running her neatly manicured nails over the wood. I wanted to throw up, maybe choke on own remains and die. But I managed to live, for the next second.
"Madi, dear" I mumbled, cupping her face in my hands, and looking into her eyes, knowing this may have just been the last time.

i was hoping
your garage as it opened
is there anyway
you can change schools and stay
up here in ft worth
'cause you're what i look for

"Daniel, I hate them" she hissed, through clenched teeth. She referred to her parents. I wrapped my arms around her, smelling her comforting aroma. I knew that this was the last time I would ever smell something so beautiful, like home.

I've got a hopeless crush
maybe that don't mean much to you
but, I'm hoping this can keep going

"Madi" I mumbled again, she pulled away, looking into my eyes. She was in tears, but I didn't know what to do, how to keep her here. I knew that soon she'd be gone, and no matter how hard we'd tried, we'd eventually lose each other in the population of the rest of the world.

madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is

We spent most of the night, wrapped in each others arms. Silent, knowing that nothing would ever change, and knowing that we had lost it all. I was the boy with the drunken father, another motherless bastard. And she was from what seemed to be a we'll composed family, but her mother beat her senseless, for no apparent reason, and her father was never around. We meant the universe to each other, and we were losing what we had grown to need.

I've got a credit card
and a reliable car
let's drive...to Pennsylvania

"Madi, why don't we disappear, leave, go anywhere" I said, somehow impulsively. I was watching the sun creep up the horizon. She laid on my chest, trembling.
"Danny, I can't" she half yelled, I knew why she was leaving, I also knew that she would be going to university soon, and even though I had no future I couldn't drag her down with me.

it's six am and ice cream is the first thing on my list
and pez improves our kisses
after so many misses

The next morning she stood in her lawn, a 'SOLD' sign lying on the pure green canvas. She hugged me tightly, sobbing against my arms. I kissed her forehead, and mumbled senseless phrases into her ear. Her eyes were swollen, lost in their own small pool of pain. I had known she was going to move, news traveled around this barren town quickly but now, it was all over. Everyone had said that id get over it, and id move on, but they weren't losing the only human that had ever meant a thing to them, were they? They called her name, Madeline. She pulled away, and dropped her gaze the the floor, covering her face with her thick dark bangs. She turned and walked away, to her parents awaiting car.

madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is
madi, dear, can't we just disappear
and take our chances
on a teenagers' romances?
put our money where our mouth is

It was night now, she had only been gone for a couple of hours, but I was lost, completely disoriented. I could picture how things might've been if I hadn't lost her. We'd be happy, but we would never last in the real world, no matter how much we'd love each other. I knew I couldn't live without Madi though. I grabbed a thin knife, and pressed it into my arm, drawing a light line of crimson to my arm. But the pain wasn't this shallow, so I dug it deeper, in a vertical line across my wrist. I could feel the blood seeping away, the idea of death was seemingly comforting, and before being sucked away into the darkness, I heard a series of dark words being delivered by a blur like shadow.
"Danny, I didn't leave"

PlayRadioPlay

I lay in bed, fresh out of school, November 25, 3:03 pm, I've got two sticks of battery, and the perfect voice of a so called William Beckett, is purring cleanly into my ear. More specifically, the song Beware ! Cougar ! From Fast Times At Barrington High, of course soon ill change it to PlayRadioPlay which brings me to my next topic, the super upbeat electronic one-man band, PlayRadioPlay !

So there's this guy named Daniel Hunter, and he's got kickass hair, an amazing voice, and honestly, he's one of the most interesting artist I've ever heard off. Read his myspace blog; myspace.com/playradioplay, so you can see how deep this kid is. He's atheist, and totally not an extrovert artist. He's the opposite of cliche, and he's so interesting.

I hate Miami, its lack of culture and love towards good music, bands should be around more often, and PlayRadioPlay really needs to come. Currently, im obsessed.

The best song in my personal opinion is Madi Don't Leave, then Compliment Each Other Like Colors, then Decipher Reflections from Reality. But I could possibly go on forever. Dan is truly amazing, and im honestly in love with PRP right now.

Im going to right a story, for Madi Don't Leave.

So ill talk to you all soon.

Xoxo

CaroBECKETT

Dear http://martyrformartyrs.blogspot.com,
Thank you, for commenting and all. I love your blog, its so interesting :D . I tried commenting but for reason or another couldn't. Sorry. Thanks though :D

Ohh and I was wondering if you were talking about me, when you said this: PS And I know a certain someone with an obsession for William Beckett... sweet blog.

Sorry im a tad slow, but if you were, THANK YOU !

Currently Listening to: Miserable At Best by Mayday Parade

Listen to thisif you like:

Cobra Starship beats. PlayRadioPlay is just as upbeat, but betterltyrics, deeper lyrics.
:D

The Academy Is...

My first actual music post has to be about the pop punk Chicago based band , The Academy Is...

We all should know about my slight obsession with William Beckett (leadsinger) because I have a blog about that too. Strange aint it?

The Academy Is... is an amazing band, they can easily adapt and change. William has beautiful vocals and his lyrics bring another meaning to this planet. Hey why would you ever say you're drunk when you can say you have an intoxicated circulation? Oh and not only is William a freakishly amazing writer but he looks like a GOD !

Besides William, his amazing voice, and his lyrics to die for, there's Carden who does a lot of the back up vocal and guitar. Gabe(Cobra Starship) once said 'Practice doesn't make perfect, perfect practice makes perfect, and that's what Mike Carden embodies, PERFECTION' and I mean, they were completely right.

The there's Chizzy, the beautiful super nice blond Australian. He's the other guitarist. He's amazingly nice and super humble. Also he's freaking adorably gorgeous. And if you think he isn't that important, listen to Almost Here then Listen to Fast Times and compare the guitars. Chizzy is what TAI was missing.

After Chizzy comes one of my favoritee kids in the universe, mister Adam T. Siska, also known as Sisky Biz. Not only is he a super rad bassist, but he's freaking beautiful, funny and supper nice. Also he's the youngest in the band.

And finally, the coolest drummer in town Andrew Mrotek also known as... BUTCHER ! Okay, so this super cool dude not only is mage nice, and covered in tats. But he's got the most amazing drummer skills IN LIKE THE UNIVERSE.

As an overall band TAI is amazing, they are like that bittersweet kind of things, and Almost Here (first album) is a perfect combination of sour and fruity. Santi (second album) was more bitchy (that's the only way ifeel makes justice to the greatest album to grace the face of this planet) and Fast Times at Barrington High is the sweet savory pop we find quite often. They sound amazing over CD but live, its beyond explicable. Williams voice is seriously that smooth, prefect and pure. The guys tend to make eye contact with people in the crowd and William seems to enjoy jumping off things twice his height (which is 6'3"). The Academy Is... is my favorite band, and is one of the greatest bands I've ever listened to.

Listen to this if you like:
FallOut Boy
Paramore
Panic At The Disco

Half Dead Isn't What I Planned On Being

This is a Jonas fan fiction.

A/n: I am not a Jonas brothers fan, they're good at what they do, but I don't like them personally, this is FAN FICTION. And don't get mad at me because of the outcomes of things in the story, this is not another Jonas Brothers love story.

Nick POV

I sat in bed, letting myself to think, I was definitely becoming bored of these useless lives and senseless conversations. Joe was somewhere ironing his hair, but I didn't care much, I couldn't stand Joe. Yeah, I Nick Jonas can not stand my brother Joe. Its all because the fame reached his head first, he's conceited, cocky, and straight up obnoxious at times. He wanted this, and he would pay the price to have it all, even if that meant our lives, privacy, and childhoods. I had once loved music, when I did it because of happiness, now Joe forced me into music, he forced me to sing, and play, you did not want to get in the way of Joe Jonas when he wasn't getting what he wanted. I hated music now, it only meant that I couldn't live, without being crowded by shrieking over obsessive fan girls. Tonight we had just another sold out concert, and soon Joe would go on another power fueled rage rampage.
"Nick" I heard him yell, Kevin caught my eyes, he was getting dressed and looking at me sadly. Kevin wasn't that bad, no, not as bad as Joe. Kevin felt he had to protect me from everything, but he was weak. Joe stormed into my bedroom, and shot me a glare.
"Why aren't you dressed Nick" he yelled, in his diva voice. I knew what was coming now, but I shrugged.
"Show doesn't start for two hours, and meet and greets are in an hour. The tour bus isn't even here Joe" I said weakly. Suddenly, his lips curved into a menacing smile.
"Oh Nicholas, darling dear, you don't learn do you" he asked, his voice seemingly calm.
"Joe...please" Kevin said softly, Joe shot him a glare, which made Kevin stumble back in fear. I could feel the fear wrap around my spinal cord. Joe came to the edge of the bed, and grabbed an armful of my curls, pulling me up to my knees to meet his eyes.
"Joe... that hurts" I whimpered, knowing he wasn't done. He was smirking madly now.
"Aw, Nicky, that hurts you" he asked, pulling sharply. He pulled me off my bed, and slammed me into the nearby wall.
"Joe...please" I whimpered, he cackled, and pushed me onto the floor, where he contemplated on what to do to me next. He grabbed a ball of my hair again, pulling me up. He looked at my hand, and grabbed it.
"Id break it, but its much too precious, eh Kevin" he asked our older brother, who was watching us both. I hated Kevin, for not trying. I met his eyes, and I knew that gaze, his apologetic gaze.
"Joe" Kevin mumbled, now looking at Joe, who was still smirking. He kissed my hand gently with a small smile.
"Can't play guitar without a hand" he noted, laughing lightly. He circled around my trembling body. Deciding where to inflict pain. He kicked my rib cage sharply, and I whimpered.
"Nicky, I've got a new idea, since I can't beat you because of the show" he purred, smiling at me. He pulled me up by my hair again, hitting me against the door as we walked out. We walked into the kitchen, and he grabbed a napkin and a box of matches. He yanked my shit off, exposing fresh bright purple bruises, and cuts running across my thin chest. I could see his eyes linger on my chest, he ran his hand across every scar.
"You know Nicky, I love you, that's why I hurt you, I want you to learn" he said softly, now running his hands across my curls.
"Then don't hurt me Joe" I said softly, I hated him, but he was my brother, and at times I remembered how he was before all this.
"I can't do that Nick" he said, looking as he lit a match and pressed it into the napkin. He grabbed my hair and twirled the fire in his fingers. And I was scared but could do nothing, I was only a mouse in the eyes of a predator. He grabbed the burning napkin and ran it over my skin, burning it lightly. He blew it off. He turned on yet another napkin, and I tried shuffling away from the flame but he pressed it into my skin now, and I could feel it burning right through me. I hadn't even realized I had been screaming. He pulled it away and put his hand on my lips.
"Sh, Nicky" he said softly, stroking my long curls. I knew Kevin was watching.
"Joe, why" I asked, almost melting to his now kind gentle touches. He chuckled darkly.
"Because we are living the dream Nicky" he said gently, then he leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, gently, running his hand through my hair.
"Now Nick, go get dressed, we have to go" his tone returned to his casual arrogance, and I remembered why I hated him so. And now I could feel the erupting pain of the burns on my chest , but I had to get dressed or I knew their would be much more to come.

In Somethings...

A blog for the musically challenged.

In case you aren't aware, my name is Carolyn and I have two other blogs and a pretty hectic life schedule. Ill post atleast once every other day, and ill try to keep you all updated as much as I can.

A little about me;

I am fourteen years old, and I've been to more concerts than half the people I know.
I can't sing, but I write songs anyways. It started as a slight obsession with poetry, but now I write chorus and verses and all that good stuff. One day I want to be the lyricist of an amazing band.
I am a writer, its what I love.
I am extremely opinionated.
I want to learn how to play guitar but my bestfriend never has the time of day to teach me.
I am atheist, straight edge, and am sometimes considered scene/emo. (Whatever)
I am friendly, outgoing, and pretty laid back.
I talk a lot, and always have something to say, to everything.
I pretty much own sarcasm and I can tell anyone off.
I have myspace (myspace.com/caroxcatastrophy) and aim (CaroGoesRawrx3).
I love making friends, and talking to complete strangers.

Music to me is the world, everything has a song, and we need to find it. Music isn't something to listen to, music is a lifestyle. I admire artist who have broken the mold of the cliche artist and who have made a name for themselves.

I don't listen to mainstream music, well, not usually, because I know that there is better things than what scratches the surface.

Welcome To 'In Somethings'

Currently Listening to: Confines by PlayRadioPlay