The TLP Network

Scribed by Jason Firestone.

Venue Owner: Whats up guys! Thanks for playing last night! That was a great show! Hey do you think you could play here again September 24th? I’m trying to set up a good show for then and you guys would be great for it.
Band: Hell yeah, we’re all down for that. Mark us down!
Owner: Awesome, looking forward to it! And remember to keep bringing alcoholics! We can’t make any money off of Red Bull and Coke. Especially with the economy the way it is and everything.
Band: Yeah yeah yeah, we know, we know.

A few weeks pass… (continue reading…)

I hear the waves crashing in the distance. These waves, powered by the gravitational force of the moon are always at high tide. The high tide occasionally rises higher, but one would never call the valley low tide if it were higher than it was yesterday. The water still rises, and with the rising water comes the need to build a bigger wall. We all protect ourselves with our self-made walls. Some walls are tall and thin, others are short and thick. Still yet, others are tall and thick. Typically, the less one has to protect the bigger and thicker the wall is. What possibly could a human maggot try to protect within the confines of their barrier wall?

Your construction of that wall will give more away to the trained eye than what you are trying to protect. (continue reading…)

 

Envisioned by Dan.

Jason and Kristina both heard the door slam shut behind them, to Jason it sounded like finality, he knew the trap had sprung and he cursed himself for knowingly walking into it. All lights and sounds had extinguished the moment they had crossed the threshold but despite that Jason could sense that there were a fair amount of people in front of them. None of them made a sound, none of them moved a muscle.

Without thinking, (continue reading…)

Scribed by Jason Firestone.

I think we can all agree that the average music listener is a (continue reading…)

This piece comes with a disclaimer: Read at your own risk, and I am not responsible if you are disturbed by its content. If anyone knew what my senior design project in college should have been, you know where this is coming from. I only lacked buy-in from the professors and willing donors. I came close to making it a reality. This is a new twist on an old trade, and I will call it version 2.0. Albeit, this apparoach is more practical and able to become a reality.

If people are a consumable and renewable resource, what good can they be for? Let us start with the basics and elaborate on possible ways to consume thy neighbor. Some say people find the utmost peace by the water while others say the ocean is a frightful place of the unknown. Did we come from the water? The answer is (continue reading…)

Scribed by Jason Firestone.

I am that guy. Ya know, THAT guy.
I’m that guy who will go to a local show not only wearing the well-worn and faded t-shirt of the band I came to see, but telling everyone who comes near the door to stay for the band, because “being fully conscious at work tomorrow isn’t as important as staying for this band. Trust me.”
I’m that guy who, upon seeing (continue reading…)

Humans are a renewable and consumable resource. Like maggots, if one mange to kill one off, there are thousands to take their place just as quick as the first one vanishes. This covers all humans, and not just bands or artists. Often times, they do not even wait for one to disappear before a flock of new ones pop up. Each one is just as consumable in the right session to serve a purpose.

That is the true definition of good vs. evil. Good is the ability for one person to serve a purpose to society as a whole. Evil is when one not only knows that good is the ability to serve a purpose, but one can craft that knowledge to serve one’s own purpose for selfish intent and motives. If the outcome of an evil action is good, does that make the action itself any less evil? (continue reading…)

Envisioned by Dan.

“I hear music” Kristina said, “do you hear it? It sounds like carnival music.”

They were nearing the town that the demon people (for lack of a better word Jason thought) were marching toward, the two lane road they now walked on was littered with shoes and clothes that apparently weren’t needed anymore. (continue reading…)

Scribed by Jason Firestone.

…Maryland is not “the south.”

…just because you went on a nationwide tour, that doesn’t mean the whole country automatically knows who you are.

…getting a small little article written about your band in the local newspaper is no guarantee of stardom. (continue reading…)

I am a constant witness to walking death. Not the physical state in which one being ceases to exist. This is a different kind of death. This is a metaphysical death. This type of death is where one being ceases to exist in the mind of another. The type of death that happens at 2:30 or 3 in the morning as the night wanes and the morning rises. Each night is a lifetime, and that lifetime has strangers making friends and breaking friendships all in the same night. People learn lessons, and then they forget them. These lesson happened so long ago.

Each minute becomes a month in the short lifespan of this one night, and this one night is not specific to any given night. (continue reading…)