u/Accurate_Persimmon50

I'm looking to start a new band in the Asheville area. The sound is somewhere between hardcore, grindcore, and screamo. Looking for a drummer who can play fast, stay tight, and is interested in writing original music. Experience with blast beats, d-beats, and hardcore/grind-style drumming. Some influences include bands like Phoenix Bodies, Neil Perry, Botch, Daughters, Pageninetynine, Dillinger Escape Plan, Converge but I’m also open to new influences as well.

If you’re interested, dm me and let me know.

Suppose you’re in a situation where you and your band is playing a couple of shows a week, having fun, networking with bookers and interacting with fans in a wholesome way and then a person who is jealous of this fact. decides to start a rumor about your band. The rumor spreads so quickly that people don’t even have the chance to read into to and ask proper questions that it’s now regarded as truth.

Words are exchanged, people hear about it across state lines, band breaks up. Months go by and then you see a flyer including a band by the person who spread that very same rumor and the show booker who sided with you during the fallout. How is that supposed to make me feel? What do I do when I know I have been wronged but can’t do anything about it? What does it say about the booker, what does it say about our band?

The truth is greed compromises art in every way. These people booking your shows don’t care about the music. They care about the algorithm, posting flyers at specific times on Instagram and ticket sales. They care about what looks good on the surface level instead of what is right. They aren’t doing you a justice by booking your favorite middling band, they aren’t risk takers. Their goal is to make money and any risk to that money they will avoid.

What hurts me most is knowing this person personally, actually developing a friendship with them and then having them forsake that over something that would make them lose out on pocket change. After defending our band to our face and then still working with the ones who manipulated and lied. You’d throw out what we had because you want money.

Whatever man

I’m 21 now but I think back to when I was 4 or 5 and remember my mother holding me down in my childhood bed, ripping my pants off and shoving laxative suppositories up my bottom.
Throughout my life I’ve had off and on stomach problems but nothing life changing. I know I should as I grow older and independent, but I don’t really do research on what was wrong with me.

I know laxatives exist in oral form, consuming them through the mouth. I’d like to know why she decided to get something to shove up my ass instead.

All my life it’s been “Yes, instead of why” in dealing with this. But why though? Why did that happen
What even happened
What was the thought process
What