Night of the Wicked at Club Vegas.Wicked This Way Comes is hosting an All-Ages Halloween, in-costume concert. Night of the Wicked is an all-ages event so no alcohol, weapons, etc. 8 dollars pre-sale or 10 bucks at the door.
BTT!
https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=263180387046668&ref=ts
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Battle of the Bands
And so it was that Wicked This Way Comes did continue to progress through upheaval.
Monday night we had the cops called on us while practicing in Jess' garage. To be fair, we were playing way too loud. Louder than usual in fact. Around 8:30 pm we had a police officer show up and shut us down. He thought I was giving him attitude when he asked us to turn down and I played a few riffs (after turning the volume down to test). All in all we had to play quiter with the door closed and all of our acoustic insulation strewn about to absorb some of the sound.
Tuesday evening we all packed up and went to Heber City - our first gig outside of Salt Lake! We played the Heber City Battle of the Bands and won! We played with four other bands. In all fairness, we had the most professional gear and undoubtedly the most stage experience. I suppose we were just the bigger fish in a smaller pond. After we played our two songs (Forged from Beauty and Like Sheep) we sat on the grass out in front of the stage watching the other acts. At the end they pulled us all up on stage for an American Idol style critique. The three judges voted us the winners! We won $350 bucks and a recording session in Heber. Afterwards we went to Beto's for a late dinner and had a blast hanging out as a band. It was seriously one of the most fun nights I've had all year! The only thing that would have made it better would be if Lindsey and the rest of my family had been there. At least Adrian came with me.
Monday night we had the cops called on us while practicing in Jess' garage. To be fair, we were playing way too loud. Louder than usual in fact. Around 8:30 pm we had a police officer show up and shut us down. He thought I was giving him attitude when he asked us to turn down and I played a few riffs (after turning the volume down to test). All in all we had to play quiter with the door closed and all of our acoustic insulation strewn about to absorb some of the sound.
Tuesday evening we all packed up and went to Heber City - our first gig outside of Salt Lake! We played the Heber City Battle of the Bands and won! We played with four other bands. In all fairness, we had the most professional gear and undoubtedly the most stage experience. I suppose we were just the bigger fish in a smaller pond. After we played our two songs (Forged from Beauty and Like Sheep) we sat on the grass out in front of the stage watching the other acts. At the end they pulled us all up on stage for an American Idol style critique. The three judges voted us the winners! We won $350 bucks and a recording session in Heber. Afterwards we went to Beto's for a late dinner and had a blast hanging out as a band. It was seriously one of the most fun nights I've had all year! The only thing that would have made it better would be if Lindsey and the rest of my family had been there. At least Adrian came with me.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Running Against the Wind
Went for a nice long run tonight through the streets of Kearns and West Valley. My running shoes felt snug and light weight on my feet as I set out. I must have been feeling my oats because it never felt better to run uphill. Jason Call's music and the hymns we recorded in the mission office were my music selection for the evening. As I ran, the rain began to drizzle. The rain never turned into a downpour but never slowed down either. After a while I wasn't sure if I was more damp from sweat or rain. I don't sweat much so it was probably rain. I passed over 5600 W on the catwalk and ran around the elementary school a few times. From there I headed up to the Usana Amphitheater and around the fire station. I crossed 54th south and headed down to our old band house.
Running through suburbia gives one an interesting impression of modern life. The smells: sometimes it's water from a sprinkler that smells like the rubber hose it came out of. Sometimes it's pungent odors of trash sitting in a barrel waiting to get picked up in the morning, sometimes it's the fragrance of flowers and trees in people's yards. House after house, street after street. What a strange grid we live in. No one around, no one making noise. It is after all, nearly 11 p.m. - my favorite time to go running. The air was thick with humidity, the ground seemed warm beneath me, the sky overcast and reflecting a dull orange from the rest of the valley below. So much on my mind, yet it all seems far away when I run.
My worries seem to burn off like calories. I seem to stay at least a few paces ahead of them, and as long as I don't stop running I know I'll stay content. I ran around the LDS chapel on 62nd south a few times. The grounds were as pristine and beautiful as they should ever be. I stopped in front of the doors just to look at my own reflection for a moment. Reality hits me once and a while and when I look in the mirror I see a grown man. I wonder who I'd think he was to see that guy for the first time. I ran through the sprinklers, and kept circling. My legs begin to burn after a while, but that was somewhere in the background. I thought perhaps I'd figure something out if I just ran around that building enough times. Finally I turned toward home, feeling a blister beginning to form and having escaped for 6 miles of solitude. The night - quiet, dark, peaceful, all mine... I came home, but in truth felt like I could have ran all night. I'm starting to really enjoy this night running.
Running through suburbia gives one an interesting impression of modern life. The smells: sometimes it's water from a sprinkler that smells like the rubber hose it came out of. Sometimes it's pungent odors of trash sitting in a barrel waiting to get picked up in the morning, sometimes it's the fragrance of flowers and trees in people's yards. House after house, street after street. What a strange grid we live in. No one around, no one making noise. It is after all, nearly 11 p.m. - my favorite time to go running. The air was thick with humidity, the ground seemed warm beneath me, the sky overcast and reflecting a dull orange from the rest of the valley below. So much on my mind, yet it all seems far away when I run.
My worries seem to burn off like calories. I seem to stay at least a few paces ahead of them, and as long as I don't stop running I know I'll stay content. I ran around the LDS chapel on 62nd south a few times. The grounds were as pristine and beautiful as they should ever be. I stopped in front of the doors just to look at my own reflection for a moment. Reality hits me once and a while and when I look in the mirror I see a grown man. I wonder who I'd think he was to see that guy for the first time. I ran through the sprinklers, and kept circling. My legs begin to burn after a while, but that was somewhere in the background. I thought perhaps I'd figure something out if I just ran around that building enough times. Finally I turned toward home, feeling a blister beginning to form and having escaped for 6 miles of solitude. The night - quiet, dark, peaceful, all mine... I came home, but in truth felt like I could have ran all night. I'm starting to really enjoy this night running.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
More Than a Feeling - Boston and a Bike Ride
"It's been such a long time, I think I should be goin'."
I took my bicycle out for a ride for the first time this year tonight. Music blazing through earphones and a freshly tuned up bike make for a good night. Boston was my music of choice for the evening. I was so eager to explore the neighborhood. I haven't gone for a night time bike ride in four years. This used to be a nightly ritual back in Denver. It's one of the best ways to clear one's mind and put things into perspective. Perhaps more than anything, just a way to fight loneliness or melancholy at the time.
"I get so lonely when I am without you. But in my mind deep in my mind I can't forget about you."
The world feels like a familiar yet different place at night and on a bicycle. The road ticks and vibrates away beneath the tires so differently than it would in a car. I cleared the hill up to 56th and crossed over the busy street on the catwalk. I stopped twenty five feet above the headlights passing beneath. The whole city stretches out before me. The best part of a catwalk is getting to ride down really fast on the downhill side. I came sailing out and headed up the hill towards Backus Highway.
"Sail on, on a distant highway. Gotta keep on chasing that dream."
This year the air is thicker with moisture than it is most years. It had just rained and the grass smelled sweet, shiny streets, darkened houses. I sailed down past the Salt Lake Tribune building letting go of the handle bars and just letting the bike go as fast as it could. The whirring of gears, the rushing of air, the release of freedom and being alone with my thoughts.
"Good times and faces that remind me. I try to forget your name and leave it all behind me...."
Eventually I know it's time to head home. Even when I start to get tired I don't want to go back. The night should last forever; the streets seem to go on endlessly. As I glide quietly through these suburban streets at night there are so many thoughts to ponder, so many ideas to paint in the night sky, so many memories to recall...
"When I'm tired and thinking cold, I hide in my music, forget the day, and dream of a girl I used to know. I closed my eyes and she slipped away..."
I took my bicycle out for a ride for the first time this year tonight. Music blazing through earphones and a freshly tuned up bike make for a good night. Boston was my music of choice for the evening. I was so eager to explore the neighborhood. I haven't gone for a night time bike ride in four years. This used to be a nightly ritual back in Denver. It's one of the best ways to clear one's mind and put things into perspective. Perhaps more than anything, just a way to fight loneliness or melancholy at the time.
"I get so lonely when I am without you. But in my mind deep in my mind I can't forget about you."
The world feels like a familiar yet different place at night and on a bicycle. The road ticks and vibrates away beneath the tires so differently than it would in a car. I cleared the hill up to 56th and crossed over the busy street on the catwalk. I stopped twenty five feet above the headlights passing beneath. The whole city stretches out before me. The best part of a catwalk is getting to ride down really fast on the downhill side. I came sailing out and headed up the hill towards Backus Highway.
"Sail on, on a distant highway. Gotta keep on chasing that dream."
This year the air is thicker with moisture than it is most years. It had just rained and the grass smelled sweet, shiny streets, darkened houses. I sailed down past the Salt Lake Tribune building letting go of the handle bars and just letting the bike go as fast as it could. The whirring of gears, the rushing of air, the release of freedom and being alone with my thoughts.
"Good times and faces that remind me. I try to forget your name and leave it all behind me...."
Eventually I know it's time to head home. Even when I start to get tired I don't want to go back. The night should last forever; the streets seem to go on endlessly. As I glide quietly through these suburban streets at night there are so many thoughts to ponder, so many ideas to paint in the night sky, so many memories to recall...
"When I'm tired and thinking cold, I hide in my music, forget the day, and dream of a girl I used to know. I closed my eyes and she slipped away..."
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
To Sit Beneath the Trees
I am one to sit in my car in the middle of the night and stare at the moon through the trees. Wonder what might have been and what might be.
I thank God for the trees, for the leaves, for the air; for this gift of mortality. Melancholy but content. Lights of the stereo, strains of strings, the romp of piano.
Thank God for Classical Music.
I am alone but I thank God for the peace and solitude. Summer nights are indeed perfect, the moon almost bright enough by which to write.
She is marvelous in my memory. I have held onto her for so long... Perhaps out of pain, perhaps out of pride, undoubtedly out of love.
Why?
May I learn to forget, may I learn to forgive. May I unstop the corks of my growth, may I take root and grow strong.
I am one to sit beneath the trees and stare at the moon...
I thank God for the trees, for the leaves, for the air; for this gift of mortality. Melancholy but content. Lights of the stereo, strains of strings, the romp of piano.
Thank God for Classical Music.
I am alone but I thank God for the peace and solitude. Summer nights are indeed perfect, the moon almost bright enough by which to write.
She is marvelous in my memory. I have held onto her for so long... Perhaps out of pain, perhaps out of pride, undoubtedly out of love.
Why?
May I learn to forget, may I learn to forgive. May I unstop the corks of my growth, may I take root and grow strong.
I am one to sit beneath the trees and stare at the moon...
Monday, June 13, 2011
They don't get much better than this!
Had a gig on Friday night at Cruzrs Saloon. We did a special acoustic set. Being the only band for the night is awesome. We covered Alice in Chain's "Down in a Hole" and played a total of over two hours. It was so much freakin' fun. We made over 400 bucks this week too. Every time we sell a WTWC shirt I smile to think that that shirt will be seen by thousands of people. After the show we had to do a little drag-racing to see if Jenny's hot little Altima is faster than my Mazda6. (That's still to be determined) As we were about to take off there I was revving my engine ready to smoke some tires, Ben was standing on the passenger seat hanging out of my sunroof shouting at Jenny as the cross traffic signal turns yellow and then red. I was like "Sit down man cause we're about to smoke this stop light!" Somehow he got back in the car in time before we peeled out. Needless to say we left some burned rubber all over that intersection in Cottonwood Heights. All in good taste of course ;) We had a rowdy 1 am breakfast with the band at the Belgian Waffle. Saturday morning, Nick, Adrian and I went and saw Sheer-Luck Holmes at the Desert Star; it was a great show I loved the Johnny Cash themed Olio. Saturday night we went to a Bee's game that turned out to be a nail-biter up to the THIRTEENTH inning. By then I was thinkin' "Hurry up and lose so we can get out of here!" We lost by one point to the Fresno Grizzlies but it was still a blast. Man I wanna get in on the pie eating contest held down on the field.They did fireworks afterward and it got me stoked up for Independence Day. Sunday we had a barbecue at the house in Magna and roasted some S'mores. Now THAT is the way to end the week!
Any weekend that involves a blazin' show, some drag racing, waffles, fireworks, baseball and barbecue qualifies as an amazing weekend in my book.
Oh and let's not forget the waffles... Mmm tasty.
Any weekend that involves a blazin' show, some drag racing, waffles, fireworks, baseball and barbecue qualifies as an amazing weekend in my book.
Oh and let's not forget the waffles... Mmm tasty.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Best Birthday I Ever Had
You know when you have those unexpected great times? The ones you really didn’t plan but just kinda fell together? This weekend was one of those. For lack of a better word, it was EPIC! I had my birthday dinner with the family on Friday night. Jess and Sarah and the whole band showed up. Lynsie made me this huge, three layered music cake. Marie made a delicious dinner. Ashton and I sat around jamming on the acoustic guitars. Saturday morning we got up early and had something of a band field trip, snowboarding at Solitude. Ben got us discounts since he is an instructor there. Aside from the fact that I was completely off my game and spazzing down the mountain, it was a totally fun day. I recall at one point falling in five feet of powder, and after trying to drag myself above the snow and wearing myself out. I just laid back in the snow, breathing heavy, staring at the sky through the pine trees thinking “man, this beats the heck out of a day at the office!” After snowboarding, I raced down to South Jordan where I bought a Line 6 Spider Valve head from a kid named Zack (good price too). After that I went to Jess and Sarah’s where we hand-tossed some pizzas and watched “Knight and Day” with Heather and Bryson. Sunday was a good day at church, I took a three hour nap when I got home and woke up just in time to watch the Super Bowl. Cheers and boos erupted throughout the game as the Packers squeaked out a nail-biter win (yeah Packers!) against the Steelers while we drank root beers, ate ice cream and Peanut M&Ms (Yeah Packers!). I went to bed watching the dying ember glow fading from my new amp’s tubes thinking “Man, what a weekend!”
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
What I've Learned from Movies
If a man doesn't follow his dreams he might as well be a vegetable." - Anthony Hopkins, The Fastest Indian
"It is not our abilities that make us who we are, but our choices" - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter
"Take the straight and narrow path and if you start to slide, give a little whistle, and always let your conscience be your guide." - Jiminy Cricket, Pinocchio
"I think I can, I think I can, I think I can." - Casey Junior, Dumbo
"The things you own, end up owning you." - Tyler Durden, Fight Club
"Don't start what you can't finish!" - Ace Ventura, Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls
"It is not our abilities that make us who we are, but our choices" - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter
"Take the straight and narrow path and if you start to slide, give a little whistle, and always let your conscience be your guide." - Jiminy Cricket, Pinocchio
"I think I can, I think I can, I think I can." - Casey Junior, Dumbo
"The things you own, end up owning you." - Tyler Durden, Fight Club
"Don't start what you can't finish!" - Ace Ventura, Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls
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