They never fail to bring tears to my eyes.

Sick

Do you care what bank your pizza shop borrowed money from to start that business? Probably not, right? Never occurred to you. The potential pizza shop owner found a bank he felt comfortable with, who offered him terms he could live with, and he went with them. Now you eat the product that initial loan helped finance, but the bank does not impact the taste of the pizza.

Labels are banks. For some of us, they are also friends. And for others they are part of an overall aesthetic. But at the end of the day they are a financial partner you borrow money from. A bank.

I want to make this clear because there seems to be a lot of confusion over why bands pick labels. On my band’s website, http://selfdefensemusic.com , we get questioned about every label we choose to work with. “Why do you associate yourself with LABEL XY, they put out records for INSERT DISMISSIVE COMMENT ABOUT LABEL LISTENERSHIP. Get a clue!”

In the view of some people, we’re too indie a band for our label home, Deathwish Inc. And, in the view of other people, we’re too gritty for labels we’ve partnered with on one-off releases (RFC, for example). Some people believe us to be “cool” and wonder why we would choose to work with UNCOOL LABEL YX.

Here’s the thing: Whatever adjectives the listener uses to define us, that’s his/her interpretation and not how we view ourselves. We view ourselves as musicians. And we rely on labels to fund our recording and distribution. We rely on banks.

And when the bank manager shakes my hand and tells me he believes in my pizza parlor and he wants it to succeed not just so I can pay him back, but because he thinks the world needs more pizza parlors, I DON’T FUCKING TURN HIS MONEY DOWN BECAUSE HIS BANK DOESN’T USE A COOL FONT FOR IT’S LETTERHEAD. I DON’T TELL HIM TO FUCK HIMSELF BECAUSE HIS BANK HAS AN UNCOOL NAME. AND I DON’T LET THE OPINIONS OF PEOPLE OUTSIDE THE DEAL POISON MY VIEW OF THE BANK.

I take that dude’s money and I make pizza.

Some people want to define themselves by the label they’re affiliated with. Maybe they believe it will help them get ass or maintain a cooler-than-thou status among their peers. I don’t exactly know their motivations. But I do know those motivations, whatever they are, have nothing to do with music.

The labels we’ve gotten on best with have been our friends. We like what they stand for (almost uniformly the thing they stand for is “doing whatever they want”). But just like all my friends, I don’t feel the need to see eye-to-eye with them on every topic. I don’t go through my friend’s iPods and choose not to interact with them based on what I find. I don’t do that with label rosters either. Come at me like a peer, show me respect, offer me the resources to make art- I’ma find a way to work with you.

To bands: Work with labels who treat you like you want to be treated. Define yourself, don’t rely on a label.

To fans: Fuck off. Smart musicians work with people who give them the ability to make music. They don’t choose partners based on the fickle preferences of listeners who need a label to complete their fragile sense of self.

To labels we’ve worked with: We appreciate the shit out of you for giving us resources to do the thing that makes us happy. May you all grow horns and put out uncool shit I would never listen to. I don’t give a shit because you’ve done right by me and that’s all I ever asked of you.

Patrick Kindlon (Self Defense Family)
If only, if only the woodpecker sighs, the bark on the trees was as soft as the skies. As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely he cries to the moon, if only… if only.
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My new celebratory desktop and everything. Come on guys!

My new celebratory desktop and everything. Come on guys!

I will never be truly content with a relationship…

All girls are the same. All girls think they’re different than all the other girls. All girls think that them and their best friends are the only girls out there that are like them. All girls always say, ” of course, that would only happen to us”. All girls think that they’re “Sillier”, “crazier”, more “anti-social”, “only my best friends get me”, “no one else is like us”, etc. than all the other girls. At the very basics, the most simple, broken down, instinctive level of a personality, all girls are the same.All girls act the same way around eachother at social gatherings. They all laugh at their own expense, they all take pictures of themselves the same way, their excitement gets the best of them and their voices get louder and they all speak the same way and all their personalities become incoherent to everyone but eachother yet they all become the exact same way…

I’ve been in love… I’ve been head over heels, I’ve been an unruly kind of dejected and I’ve been heartbroken. But with these feelings, oh so deep down, with an almost severe case of denial, every single time, I knew that these relationships, whether they were a reality or a hopeless fantasy, wouldn’t last forever.I have become the most fastidious and picky person I ever met because I know now that until I find the girl who’s perfectly different, the girl of my dreams, I will never be satisfied. The girl who’s innocent and unaware but devilish and intelligent. The girl who’s smile can light up a room but with closed lips, a stare with a dramatic intensity that alone could break your heart. The independant girl with a hardened fiery passion for anything at all but gentle like you wouldn’t believe it was even there. I want a girl who can teach and show me new things. I want the girl who can show no weakness, a dramatic one, but not a girl who’s followed by “drama”. I want the girl who’s “dramatics” can silence a theater. Not the kind of drama that comes as girls, not getting along with other girls. A physical drama, and a dramatic personality, something you see and feel and understand just from a simple conversation…

I’m a fairy tale chaser. I want the girl who’s like a rainy day, calm and relaxing but dark and dramatic. The girl who’s personality is like that of an actress in a play only she’s not acting.  The girl who’s existence, her stare alone could say more than any other girl could with hours worth of conversation. She needs to be breathtaking, beautiful and elegant. The kind of look that makes you nervous and uneasy. The kind of look that has you breathing heavy and your words stuttering as if you were trying to speak to her but were much to nervous and taken aback that the words just couldn’t come out until you realize that you haven’t even said a word yet. It was only your thoughts that just couldn’t process in a nervous reaction to her beauty. Now try and speak..

Where is she? 

Balance..

Balance..