I’m not here to listen to your problems… If you have a personal issue, do the world a favor… Keep it personal, or talk to a therapist… Don’t talk to me about something someone else said or did. I mean, really?? What grade are you in???? I have just enough time in my day to handle my life… You coming to me about things that don’t matter is not only a waste of my time… But also yours. This was all brought on by one woman who thought it was my job to help her solve her relationship with her “abusive” boyfriend (who was being violently punched by her not one block away after I watched him not touch her or do anything out of the ordinary…) because they were fighting outside my club. Apparently, he beats her all the time and never calls her when he’s out late. Long story short… She seemed like she was far from a victim, more so the bully… While her boyfriend seemed like the nicest guy in the world, and was almost crying because she had hit him so hard that he had very visible bruises on his arms and face. Regardless… AAAAAAAHH I DON’T CARE!!! Go be white trash somewhere else. Seriously. Also… This chick was HUGE & her boyfriend weighed about 75 pounds… Sorry to vent, but FUCK! What is wrong with people. Would you walk up to a stranger & spill all your delusional problems after beating your partner & expect pity? Or even sympathy? I don’t know… Maybe he is abusive. But if it’s that serious, call the police or leave him. Jesus. -Derek

I’m not here to listen to your problems…

If you have a personal issue, do the world a favor… Keep it personal, or talk to a therapist…

Don’t talk to me about something someone else said or did. I mean, really?? What grade are you in????

I have just enough time in my day to handle my life… You coming to me about things that don’t matter is not only a waste of my time… But also yours.

This was all brought on by one woman who thought it was my job to help her solve her relationship with her “abusive” boyfriend (who was being violently punched by her not one block away after I watched him not touch her or do anything out of the ordinary…) because they were fighting outside my club. Apparently, he beats her all the time and never calls her when he’s out late. Long story short… She seemed like she was far from a victim, more so the bully… While her boyfriend seemed like the nicest guy in the world, and was almost crying because she had hit him so hard that he had very visible bruises on his arms and face. Regardless… AAAAAAAHH I DON’T CARE!!!

Go be white trash somewhere else. Seriously.

Also… This chick was HUGE & her boyfriend weighed about 75 pounds…


Sorry to vent, but FUCK! What is wrong with people.

Would you walk up to a stranger & spill all your delusional problems after beating your partner & expect pity? Or even sympathy?

I don’t know… Maybe he is abusive. But if it’s that serious, call the police or leave him. Jesus.

-Derek

I Started To Post This On Facebook, But I Ran Out Of Room. That does it. I’m fed up & sick of the shit talking. The “My band is better than your band” thing was cute when you were 14, and the “DC Music Scene is dead…” thing is fucking insane… but, for serious, there are a LOT of VERY hardworking musicians IN THE DC AREA that ARE making a name for themselves & doing a WAY better job than most of us could dream of. The amount of talent in this area makes me sick. Not just because there’s so much, but because some much of it is wasted on petty bullshit. Seriously! If you think your band is “better” than someone else’s band, and you’re on the same bill as them… Guess what… YOU’RE AT THE SAME PLACE! No one is better than anyone. Classic example: SuperBob. Matt is not an opera singer, but he’s one of the best frontmen I’ve seen in a long time. That band has more raw talent & showmanship than any other local band that I’ve seen in recent years. They also get a lot of shit talk, mostly from other musicians. This is fucked up. I mean, if you’re so great, and they’re so shitty, why can’t your band sell out the State Theater? Why doesn’t your band tour CONSTANTLY? SuperBob does. If they’re so shitty, why doesn’t EVERYONE THAT GOES TO SEE THEM notice how shitty they are except you?? How come your band only plays Fat Tuesday’s in Fairfax every other month, and NEVER pays to go see anyone else’s bands? If you want to know why no one supports local music, the answer is the exact same question you ask me every time I have a show. “Can you put me on the guest list?” FUCK YOU! No. If you want to support me, FUCKING SUPPORT ME! Pay the $5-$15 cover, and WATCH my fucking band. Don’t get on the list, show up halfway though my last song, drink 2 beers and talk over the next band’s set. If this is how you act when you go to shows… DON’T come to my shows. It’s fucking rude, and fucking childish, and I’m sick of it. Another thing I HAVE to get off my chest: Dear venues that have Pay-To-Play ticket sales, Stop. This is not a telegram. NO bands should EVER pre-sell paper tickets unless ALL of the money goes to either charity or 100% to the band/artist. Your band only sold 2 tickets? You get $20 and you play to an empty room. Lesson learned. There should be a cover at the door, it should be first come, first serve. Sold out? Too bad. Shy of that… The DC Music Scene is NOT dead. There are HUNDREDS of AMAZING performers in this town, and I am sick of them ALL not getting the attention they deserve. I’m starting a compilation CD called “Music Still Happens Here” for DC musicians. I’m going to put one out every 6 months, and feature DC music as it stands: Affluent with talent, ambition, drive, and brilliance. Please support you local music scene. If you don’t think you have one, open your fucking eyes & pull your head out of clear channel’s evil christian rightwing ass. God Bless America. -Derek Evry

I Started To Post This On Facebook, But I Ran Out Of Room.

That does it. I’m fed up & sick of the shit talking. The “My band is better than your band” thing was cute when you were 14, and the “DC Music Scene is dead…” thing is fucking insane… but, for serious, there are a LOT of VERY hardworking musicians IN THE DC AREA that ARE making a name for themselves & doing a WAY better job than most of us could dream of. The amount of talent in this area makes me sick. Not just because there’s so much, but because some much of it is wasted on petty bullshit.

Seriously! If you think your band is “better” than someone else’s band, and you’re on the same bill as them… Guess what… YOU’RE AT THE SAME PLACE! No one is better than anyone.

Classic example: SuperBob.

Matt is not an opera singer, but he’s one of the best frontmen I’ve seen in a long time. That band has more raw talent & showmanship than any other local band that I’ve seen in recent years. They also get a lot of shit talk, mostly from other musicians. This is fucked up. I mean, if you’re so great, and they’re so shitty, why can’t your band sell out the State Theater? Why doesn’t your band tour CONSTANTLY? SuperBob does. If they’re so shitty, why doesn’t EVERYONE THAT GOES TO SEE THEM notice how shitty they are except you??

How come your band only plays Fat Tuesday’s in Fairfax every other month, and NEVER pays to go see anyone else’s bands? If you want to know why no one supports local music, the answer is the exact same question you ask me every time I have a show. “Can you put me on the guest list?”

FUCK YOU!

No.

If you want to support me, FUCKING SUPPORT ME! Pay the $5-$15 cover, and WATCH my fucking band. Don’t get on the list, show up halfway though my last song, drink 2 beers and talk over the next band’s set. If this is how you act when you go to shows… DON’T come to my shows. It’s fucking rude, and fucking childish, and I’m sick of it.

Another thing I HAVE to get off my chest:

Dear venues that have Pay-To-Play ticket sales,

Stop. This is not a telegram.

NO bands should EVER pre-sell paper tickets unless ALL of the money goes to either charity or 100% to the band/artist. Your band only sold 2 tickets? You get $20 and you play to an empty room. Lesson learned. There should be a cover at the door, it should be first come, first serve. Sold out? Too bad.

Shy of that… The DC Music Scene is NOT dead.

There are HUNDREDS of AMAZING performers in this town, and I am sick of them ALL not getting the attention they deserve. I’m starting a compilation CD called “Music Still Happens Here” for DC musicians. I’m going to put one out every 6 months, and feature DC music as it stands: Affluent with talent, ambition, drive, and brilliance. Please support you local music scene. If you don’t think you have one, open your fucking eyes & pull your head out of clear channel’s evil christian rightwing ass.

God Bless America.

-Derek Evry

I Need To Vent. Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Thanks.

I Need To Vent.

Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Thanks.

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You Know What Day It Is? Not Mine. Woke up at 10:00AM after falling asleep at 6:00AM because of a Taboo marathon on the Travel Channel… I now know how to make legal drugs out of plants, and how to slaughter animals in the name of Kali Ma. Had a great smoothie, then went to practice. Practice was “meh” and I headed home. Once I was home, parking, a (very nice and apologetic) young woman backed her Jeep into my Yaris. Rad! (Photos to come later…) No one was hurt, and insurance is taking things over now. Then I WALKED to work, froze, left work, watched South Park online, and now I’m in bed. *sigh* What.A.Day -Derek

You Know What Day It Is?

Not Mine.

Woke up at 10:00AM after falling asleep at 6:00AM because of a Taboo marathon on the Travel Channel… I now know how to make legal drugs out of plants, and how to slaughter animals in the name of Kali Ma.

Had a great smoothie, then went to practice. Practice was “meh” and I headed home.

Once I was home, parking, a (very nice and apologetic) young woman backed her Jeep into my Yaris. Rad! (Photos to come later…) No one was hurt, and insurance is taking things over now.

Then I WALKED to work, froze, left work, watched South Park online, and now I’m in bed. *sigh*

What.A.Day

-Derek

I Never Ever… Update My Tumblr Anymore. Go Fishing. Kill Bugs, When I Can Help It. Watch Reality Shows. Care When Bad Things Happen To Bad People. Update My Tumblr Anymore.

I Never Ever…

Update My Tumblr Anymore.
Go Fishing.
Kill Bugs, When I Can Help It.
Watch Reality Shows.
Care When Bad Things Happen To Bad People.
Update My Tumblr Anymore.

How Nothing Feels. Just Yesterday, I Was Playing In Front Of 500+ Strangers At The Hard Rock Café In Washington DC, And Tonight I’m Watching 1000+ Strangers All Searching For The Same Thing… Acceptance. The Image Of This Quest Sickens Me…  But Worst Of All, I Realize That I’m Totally One Of Them. Though Our Paths Move Toward Different Goals, They Still Meet At Several Points Along The Way… And In The End, Isn’t That What Life Is Supposed To Be About? Crossing Paths With Strangers, Hoping To Make A Connection That Helps You Grow As A Person? I’m Not Sure What They Find On Their Journeys, But I Always Get The Same Outcome… Surly, Bitter, And Bored. -Derek

How Nothing Feels.

Just Yesterday, I Was Playing In Front Of 500+ Strangers At The Hard Rock Café In Washington DC, And Tonight I’m Watching 1000+ Strangers All Searching For The Same Thing… Acceptance.

The Image Of This Quest Sickens Me…

 But Worst Of All, I Realize That I’m Totally One Of Them.

Though Our Paths Move Toward Different Goals, They Still Meet At Several Points Along The Way… And In The End, Isn’t That What Life Is Supposed To Be About? Crossing Paths With Strangers, Hoping To Make A Connection That Helps You Grow As A Person?

I’m Not Sure What They Find On Their Journeys, But I Always Get The Same Outcome… Surly, Bitter, And Bored.

-Derek

What Amazing Looks Like.
Today’s Mission: Go For A Long Drive. Listen To “Foo Fighters - The Colour And The Shape” From Front To Back. Try To Better Myself By Bettering Someone Else. Bring My Amp To My Parent’s House. Go To Work. Love More. Hate Less. Drink Water. Try To Butter Myself By Buttering Someone Else. Drown Out The Voices That Call On Me To Become A Hippie And Sell All My Clothes For Cash To Buy A Van That Runs On Beet Juice And Wheatgrass. Tomorrow’s Mission: Start A Fight With A Guy Named “Juice” And Beat Him In His WheatAss.

Today’s Mission:

Go For A Long Drive. Listen To “Foo Fighters - The Colour And The Shape” From Front To Back. Try To Better Myself By Bettering Someone Else. Bring My Amp To My Parent’s House. Go To Work. Love More. Hate Less. Drink Water. Try To Butter Myself By Buttering Someone Else. Drown Out The Voices That Call On Me To Become A Hippie And Sell All My Clothes For Cash To Buy A Van That Runs On Beet Juice And Wheatgrass.

Tomorrow’s Mission:
Start A Fight With A Guy Named “Juice” And Beat Him In His WheatAss.

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