I think it might have been a bad idea for me to go to Baybeats yesterday- it reminded me very harshly of what I’m missing out on and what I haven’t had in months.

My bass is still sitting in Guitar Connection with shiny new tuning heads, but I still need $50 more to pay for them so I can’t do much at the moment. I am itching to play some bass, but I can’t!

It’s been two full months since Armchair Critic has done anything together, and I miss us terribly. We’re going to jam in two days and I have never looked forward to a jam as badly as this. So many new ideas, so many new songs, and so much new craving for that good old feeling.

At the end of the day, after all the talk, the scene, the people, the supporters and the haters die down, there is nothing as close to my heart as the essence of our music and it’s intensity. I could live on nothing else, if it boiled down to that.

We started out in 2006 as a bunch of fellas who wanted to jam because we all liked to play instruments, and wanted to play with other people. We didn’t have to care about what other people thought, because they didn’t even know or care about us. Once a week we’d spend 30 dollars to get into a room and make lots of incoherent noise that wasn’t in time or in key, and we loved it. We’d eat at McDonald’s afterwards and joke about anything and everything.

Things are so different now; there are so many things to worry about. What we do, what we say, where we go, who we’re seen with… Honestly, we don’t want to worry about such things. We just love making music, and we love to share it with the world. That’s the price to pay for participating in this world. And that’s okay.