Finding an identity is tough. Who am I? Where do I fit in? What am I good at doing? What will people remember about me after meeting me? Jocks, geeks, hippies, brainiacs, skaters, punks, metalheads, teacher’s pets. What crap. Who cares? Honestly. Do you know why we care? Because we are conditioned to care. As a society in general we are shaped from a young age to fit in somewhere. When I was in high school I played baseball, I had a 4.0, I played guitar, I dated a girl who lifeguarded and surfed, and my best friend was, for lack of a better term, a thug. Not a very good kid, but I loved him just the same. I am not just listing these things to say, “Hey, look at me and what I did.” I am trying to illustrate a point about fitting in to a certain category, especially as a teenager. By definition, I was a mutt.
I have been writing since I was a kid. I would write scripts in my little notebook that had a picture of the Ultimate Warrior (by far my favorite wrestler) on the front. They were not much, obviously. Just a few scribbles of characters names, a small description of a setting, and, if I was feeling motivated, maybe a small plot of some sort. To be honest, I sometimes read back through them only to find that they were essentially just knockoffs of films that already existed, albeit with a few minor changes here and there. Come on, cut me some slack—I was 11 years old. After “the script” was finished, I would film the story with my sister and childhood best friend, as the three acted out the plot, with each of us playing multiple characters. My camera was one of those very old, very large VHS video cameras. The quality of the image was terrible, the acting awful, and the script completely ignored. I would spend hours following the award-winning performance, “editing” the movie by attaching two VCRs together, playing the movie with one and recording the changes with the other. I was even able to add a soundtrack afterwards by recording the TV screen with a new tape in the camera and playing music with my stereo in the background. I would then cook popcorn and force my family to watch the movie. They were so good at pretending to love every second, and it always made me smile. Their support kept me motivated. It is amazing how much parents can influence the direction and success of their children.
Hello, all. Is it Wednesday already? My, oh my, how time does fly. Thank you for the incredible amount of responses to the question at the conclusion of last week’s blog. It is a pretty awesome feeling to see how many of you take the time to read my writing and actually take steps to become actively involved. So again, thank you.
The kind folks at Revolvermag.com have asked me once again to write a weekly blog on their website for the duration of the Vans Warped Tour. I would like to thank them as well as you, the readers, for welcoming me back.
The Emptiness Tour was a complete and utter success. The shows were amazing, I met tons of great people, and we made it home safely. With the end of the tour comes the end of my blogs here at Revolver magazine. I would like to thank Revolver for allowing me the chance to share my experiences through such a highly respected and popular website. More importantly, I would like to thank you, the reader, for giving me the chance to write and share my world with you. I promise that this will not be the last you hear from me. Follow Alesana on Twitter to see where I just might pop up again.
The monotony of tour can sometimes be overwhelming. Allow me to say that this is in no way, shape, or form a complaint. I play music and travel for a living. I consider myself to be both blessed and extremely fortunate. However, like most things in life, the strain of repetition catches up with us every now and again. Restaurants, truck stops, bars, Walmarts, malls, soundchecks; these are things that happen almost every day. The beautiful part of tour are the moments that catch you off guard, whether good or bad. They keep the pulse moving, the heart beating, the mind suspecting. They make you realize that no matter how comfortable or tedious life can sometimes seem, it’s best to keep your eyes open. In addition to the amazing shows and the experience of performing our very own rock opera every night for two months straight, the following four events, be them good or bad, are what will make me remember The Emptiness tour forever.
number six – Favorite Foods
5. Macaroni and Cheese
4. Hot Dogs
2. Homemade Grilled Cheese w/ Tomato Basil Soup
“My head still aches from last night. No, it is not what you think, I am not hungover. I guess the room is still spinning because of the blow I took to the head last night, courtesy of my own hands. I know, I’m an idiot, there is no need to remind me. I keep replaying it over and over again in my mind and I still cannot determine why in the world I did what I did. Machete swings are not difficult for me, at least not anymore. In the beginning they were a nightmare. I probably hit myself in the head at least a dozen times before actually completing one successfully. However, none of them stung like last night. I guess I should have thought twice before attempting such a ridiculous stunt in Jupiter, notorious for crazy potato chips and dangerous jungles.”
“4. That Part Was Sick…Let’s Play It Again Austin, Texas, plays host to one of the coolest festivals in the country, South by Southwest. We were invited to play in 2009 at 2:00 in the afternoon and, at least by our standards, we thought the show went very well. We definitely had a reason to celebrate, and why not? Our work for the day was done, right? Wrong. Unbeknownst to us, we had been selected to play a second set later that evening; at midnight. Well, bad news was we did not find this information out until roughly 9:30 p.m. Allow me to be the first to tell you that “celebrating” all day and then having to play a show is not a good idea. I think we made our point when, during the first song, we managed to play the bridge not once, but twice. We somehow turned a four minute song into a five and a half minute medley. The good thing is I think most of the people in the crowd had been “celebrating” all day, too.”
“I am sitting backstage with my laptop in a very cold, small, and crowded dressing room in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… Tonight marks the first show of our headlining tour in support of our new record, The Emptiness. Tonight is sold out and I have just been informed that the shows for the remainder of the first week are all expected to sell out as well. Pretty cool.”