After 10 hours of nonstop recording (play monkey play) we have finnaly done it! The boys from AOB are proud to say we have birthed a delicious sounding E.P. This collection of 5 wounderously wonderful tunes is sure to delight listeners in all stages of life and from all parts of the known world (and some parts of the unknown). Your mandatory support for the hardworking boys of Anatomy of a Bear is greatly appreacieated and can, must, be shown by purchasing our first ever E.P. (title under discussion).
Thank yall and come see us in Dallas anytime. We like to hang around Deep Elm (pronounced: Ellum) so look for our gigs there!
A horrible deafening silence fills the dank air. It is a silence that only the deaf know, and the deaf despise.
Stepping across the threshold the girl moves to the sink. Her bare feet shuffle soundlessly across the cold white tiles. The black bathrobe falls silently as she slides it off her shoulders. It falls silently to the icy floor.
The girl takes a match. The soft snap of her striking it sounds like a gunshot echoing through a canyon. With the help of a candle she brings (life) to the shadows. They dance rapidly; jumping from wall to wall; circling their source; never resting.
The flickering light generated by the flame reveals a soul-less monster. Looking into its eyes she knows she must rid herself of it. Slowly, so as not to attract attention, she stretches out a limb and takes the shining piece of shining metal. The spouts
begin to pour; life slowly drains into the sink. A quiet grin grows on the girl’s face. This glistening smile outshines even the burning candle. There (is) a sparkle in her brown eyes. The life slowly drips down the drain.
With the monster defeated a small cheerful tear sprints down her left cheek. Her (beautiful) new face glows radiantly in the flickering candlelight. Tears of joy carve black mascara trails down her pale face. Reaching out
she lets the remaining red life drip onto the pearl white candle. Fighting a loosing battle it hisses and struggles to give life, to the circling shadows. With a fatal drop the shadows are laid to rest. Their life source extinguished; the room is dark again.
As darkness swallows her, the girl picks up a clean white robe; leaving the black one lifeless on the floor. Still dripping blood her bare feet, again, slide soundlessly across the tile. Retreating past the threshold the deafening silence returns. Filling the room this time with peace. -------------------------------------------------- -----------------------
Look closely and you will see that life is beautiful.
I took a creative writing class this year and this is my favorite piece. Being a new writer and all I could use input on what people think about my work.
Well all this week I have been practicing for a show that I played last night. Everything had been going great and I had finnaly gotten down the new song we were adding, but when I get to my drummer's house I start having problems with my amp. I sounds horrible and we take it apart but can't find out what is wrong. I end up haveing to practice useing my drummer's old crappy guitar amp and almost endup blowing it out. So the day of the show I pack up my bass and head out to the venue. By this time I have gotten a good bass amp from my friend, but when we get to the venue and plug in I still have the same problem with my sound. We quickly realise that it is my semi-new Fender Jazz that is screwing up. Needless to say i was very very very pissed off. I now have to drive back to my friend's house pick up his Ibanez and speed back to make this show. I did make it to the show on time and everything from then on went fine, but now I have to call Fender to see why the hell a 4-month old J-Bass is already screwing up. Please say my warrenty covers whatever went wrong.