Music:
Member Since: 5/11/2007
Band Members: nika carpediem. whoever is around the hood at the time.
Influences: Mozart, Bach, TV dinners, being homeless in Philly, spray-paint, skateboards, holding your head high even when you stepped in dog shit, everybody else having money, skating Times Square at 3 am, Bombing 5th Avenue from 38th to 34th in-between taxi's and people, Meeting your heroes and hating them, crashing into hot women that jaywalk behind busses and accidentally grabbing a boob to keep them from falling and they say thank you, little India in Jersey City, Krishna Temple in the Village, Puerto Rico spelled Porto Rico, pirates, West Indian food, Rum, PBR, Yuengling, Stella Artois, Limericks on 23rd and 6th, Bob and Vinny from Animal, Skavenger shirts, Animal Hats, Getting fired from said Irish pub cause your too ghetto despite being on best behavior while seeing live sex shows in dining rooms and hookers fucking 20 guys at once, getting more liquor for the hookers, hookers calling me sweetheart and wanting to give me a freebie in the bathroom, declining said freebie despite fuckall mentality for the shred of willpower credibility, having the only hood official skate shop EVER in Jersey City and knowing that your word alone keeps the replacement alive, getting an extra 50 bucks for cleaning bananas with bloody condoms off the floor of the pub, Drinking Stella off the tap till you can't remember what you did and hoping that you didn't fuck off too bad, Blunts of Haze, Vapor Cannon...not in that order, Making friends with Homeless Hyde from BK and smoking clear j's on 23rd and 6th at 5:30am, models that talk to me then snuff me when they find out I'm poor, stick up kids in Philly that come over after murders to vape and smoke l's, The block General stationing crack heads on my porch to make sure the corner safe (from po), happening upon drunken scuffles whenever I separate from friends, falling in love everyday with that girl on the subway that peaced cause shy don’t say shit and never saw her again, making out with two girls at once, girls busting in on me peeing and trying to fool around, Cheating on the ex-girl in her own bathroom, New Girlfriends, The words I love you, sunsets on the beach in Porto Rico, Drunken sunrises in NYC, Gray's Papaya and Papaya King, 911 Truth, Newports, Loosies, knowing who stuck up what stores within a mile radius of the hood, Gun-store shootouts, dead people laying on the ground, white owls, Hungry? Why wait-boosting snickers at gas stations, taking burritos from 7-11s and waving goodbye with a smile at the lady behind the register who didn't say shit solely because the audacity of the act, my dad trying to OD on crack, moving to Porto Rico to nurse him back to health with homegrown hydro, tre-flips, reggae music, Mike B saying OD but it makes sense cause Nickelback OD'S on life, Getting an agent for acting, getting fired from said agency, never being good enough, tall enough, rich enough, poor enough, handsome enough to make anything out of life, seeing Adriana lima twice in NYC and not realizing it till she walks past after staring you down for 20 seconds and you hear two stockbrokers behind you tell you that you are an asshole, feeling like an asshole after sincere attempts at being genuinely kind, watching a lil kid steal a gun from the store and not do shit cause its a gun and a lil kid, finding out who he was and what happened after cause its the hood, shooting at cop cars, making food for the house full of homies and everybody gets to eat that day, running from the law in 3 states then leaving the country, Ducky Boys from the BX motto, “Hurt one of us, you hurt us all,†staying true to your friends despite fuck-ups with girls, being a loner, longing to be like Jack Kerouac and Mark Twain, Lucky 7’s, Scerbo telling me to get in line for a certain girl and getting the girl within two days, impulsive robberies with K-rad from uptown of taxi drivers at the Holland tunnel that never went through, porn stars, not getting tattoos cause po can recognize that shit, being a descendent of Samson.
Sounds Like: Garbage. Its the truth. All on one take on a laptop. need studio.
Record Label: unsigned
Type of Label: Major
