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THE HELLHOUSE 1999-2003
my attempt to describe the place known as hellhouse, and i apologize, will be limited by the novice of my writing. when i moved in i had a band and we practiced at the house and it was alright, not great, but just alright. we had songs and played shows and, yeah it was fun.
making house with my new roommate, named the "flamingo," proved to be an open door into what was to become alot more of rock n' roll, drug's, gambling and small time jobs. nothing of course that would hurt anyone. just your low-key, average, everyday criminal michief. but enough about that. (just remember judge this story is fictional) the flamingo and i had written some material together and we decided to form a project called the CORLEONES to mask our criminal operation. we needed to get close someone, and we eventually did achieve our little "goal." but it took about four years. this is was the catalyst and the span for the hellhouse of legend. hence we needed to form the "band." we had to choose some of our best connected friends. so we replaced the bass player with a fellow made man, justin. but we called him "glasses." especially on jobs. (and he hates the nickname) then replaced the drummer with dave mccall whose known to have issues with attachment. . . to females that is. yes ladies i would give you his number if it wasn't already taken. seany "boy of destiny" manned the second guitar as flamingo took the mic and i played the other guitar. lest, our mask was finished.
other roommates came and gone. ben the punkrocker who looked like elvis costello but only because of his glasses. terrence whose record collection fell on me once and nearly killed me.
chad hennefer who moved out because zippy, another roommate, dumped ashes in his jeep, on the theatrical opening weekend of the movie "blair witch project". so everyone at the hellhouse was extra freaked out. (and yes the movie is scary if you went into it knowing nothing, hearing nothing, and seeing nothing about it. i'm one of the lucky ones i guess so fuck you eh. . ) and, of course, who could forget the illustrious ben seymore? playboy to the rich and well at hand and also a guinea pig for the flamingoes on going social experiments in documentaries and film. ben also enjoyed a small stint as go-go dancer for the corleones. other bands, as well, shared the practice space downstairs in the basement. the downers, the chronies, plus many other various jams and four-track sessions. the many nights spent in the flamingoes bar and casino upstairs in the his room, smoking, drinking cocktails, women, drinking cocktails and more drinking cocktails. . the many days spent sleeping in or watching our pirated cable. yeah, i guess we were criminals. . in a way. . .
making house with my new roommate, named the "flamingo," proved to be an open door into what was to become alot more of rock n' roll, drug's, gambling and small time jobs. nothing of course that would hurt anyone. just your low-key, average, everyday criminal michief. but enough about that. (just remember judge this story is fictional) the flamingo and i had written some material together and we decided to form a project called the CORLEONES to mask our criminal operation. we needed to get close someone, and we eventually did achieve our little "goal." but it took about four years. this is was the catalyst and the span for the hellhouse of legend. hence we needed to form the "band." we had to choose some of our best connected friends. so we replaced the bass player with a fellow made man, justin. but we called him "glasses." especially on jobs. (and he hates the nickname) then replaced the drummer with dave mccall whose known to have issues with attachment. . . to females that is. yes ladies i would give you his number if it wasn't already taken. seany "boy of destiny" manned the second guitar as flamingo took the mic and i played the other guitar. lest, our mask was finished.
other roommates came and gone. ben the punkrocker who looked like elvis costello but only because of his glasses. terrence whose record collection fell on me once and nearly killed me.
chad hennefer who moved out because zippy, another roommate, dumped ashes in his jeep, on the theatrical opening weekend of the movie "blair witch project". so everyone at the hellhouse was extra freaked out. (and yes the movie is scary if you went into it knowing nothing, hearing nothing, and seeing nothing about it. i'm one of the lucky ones i guess so fuck you eh. . ) and, of course, who could forget the illustrious ben seymore? playboy to the rich and well at hand and also a guinea pig for the flamingoes on going social experiments in documentaries and film. ben also enjoyed a small stint as go-go dancer for the corleones. other bands, as well, shared the practice space downstairs in the basement. the downers, the chronies, plus many other various jams and four-track sessions. the many nights spent in the flamingoes bar and casino upstairs in the his room, smoking, drinking cocktails, women, drinking cocktails and more drinking cocktails. . the many days spent sleeping in or watching our pirated cable. yeah, i guess we were criminals. . in a way. . .
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
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