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January 31, 2008

The Band

Written by Carl on January 31, 2008 3:14 PM
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Look, guys, I love the fans, I love being in a band again and doing whatever I want, but I hate this fucking blog. I made a promise never to post on it, but I have to break that so I can set the record straight before Girth puts his goofy spin on shit.

So here’s how it’s going down: this afternoon, Mikey, Nicky, and I quit. Yeah, don’t believe the hype. We are not Michael Parker, Nicholas H. Kaplan, and Carl Laurence Davenport. It’s just Mikey, Little Riffs Nicky, and Carl. Girth and Lacey can say any kind of crazy shit that they want, but we are not on board with this Jupiter Starshine fuck shit. That song, “Little Darlin’”? That was just Girth and Margo. That’s it.

Fuck, the past few weeks have been unbearable, made even worse by last week’s “promotional” intrusion by fans of Abysmal Crucifix who, in a confused daze, were lured into rehearsals and recording sessions. All they saw were bitch sessions and shouting matches as the three of us fought tooth and nail against this whole Jupiter Starshine fucking bullshit. Course, it’s Girth’s band and at the end of the day, we’re just along for the ride.

But not if we quit. We all had our different reasons. I think both Mikey and Nicky are pissed about Girth telling everyone he fired them when they actually quit. Personally, maybe I’m too much of a hippie for L.A., but I’m not convinced a person has to change their entire image just to accommodate a few people overreacting and using faulty statistics and faultier logic to bury you.

For someone as manipulative, arrogant, and persistent as Girth, you’d think he wouldn’t be so naïve, but he’s a nightmare. Anything Lacey says to him, or Feinstein, or Margo, or Renal - he follows their advice without question, or at least he tries his best to. If he could trust us as much as he trusts them, we probably wouldn’t be quitting.

Anyway, the last straw was this bullshit with Hank Wooster, the scum of the earth. At least the others have Girth’s best interests at heart - Wooster’s out for his own end, and while I don’t really know what his plans are, but raking Den Himmel through the coals to get a few gigs is thirty pieces of silver I can’t abide. They do what they do, they do it legally, and they’re ethical and as morally just as you can be without being a raging zealot like Wooster. It’s total bullshit that Girth sold them out when all the problems are his fault.

But I also have a problem with Renal. Either she’s as good as Girth is at manipulating without seeming to manipulate, or Girth has really gone off the deep end. She’s a vacuum of money, being showered with an endless number of gifts she doesn’t need. Girth is rearranging his entire lifestyle for her - no more going out, no more drinking, no more doing anything socially without her. I swear, even Margo hates what she’s done to him. He’s a shell of himself, and she’s gone and filled that shell up with Mr. Rogers.

So yeah, we’re done, and no matter what he says, we weren’t fired, we didn’t have some kind of crazy reason for quitting. We’re just unhappy with the direction of the band, so we’re going to form our own. The temporary band name is Velvet Lovestick. Keep your eyes peeled for our new MySpace and some demos in a few weeks.