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Rab

About Me



Rob. 22 years old. American expatriate complete with accent. Guitarist, bassist, and writer (according to my mother, anyway). University student. Addicted to vinyl. A bit weird, but who the fuck isn't.

Good things come to those who hesitate, desperately grasping at caution like a security blanket of solid ice. An aversion to temptation instilled through a lack of social conditioning. Bound in freedom. Suffocating on air itself. I’ve learned that a creation once moulded holds its shape regardless of the opportunities to evolve that present themselves. Safety is no longer a goal but a burden unto itself. And I beckon the thaw and the waves it will bring. Set fire to the barriers, in hopes of finding a place to call my own on the freeing assembly line of adaptation.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

People I can learn from and be inspired by. Fellow Brisbane musicians and fellow music appreciators. Anyone who's into good company, engaging conversation and laughing over a few drinks.

My Blog

Past Writings.

As some of you might know, when I write something new and have access to the Internet, I like posting it on my page. Most of the things I write nowadays get put in my band's lyric bank to be used for ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 22:26:00 GMT

Online Communities - Which One is Right For You?

As a dedicated Internets Warrior, I have been on numerous online community sites throughout the years. I started as a wee lad on the shitty and now unheard-of pages of Xanga, progressed on to LiveJour...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 23:05:00 GMT

2006 in review.

2006 ruled so hard it defies description. But I'll try to elaborate anyway.First off - I pretty much clowned, got fucked up, and enjoyed myself for the entire year. And through this and meeting tons o...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 18:36:00 GMT

13/12/05

I was looking at the sky when the clouds froze. I continued staring at the white masses that dotted the dull grey sky. An eternity seemed to pass, although it must've been only five minutes. Still, th...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Dec 2005 02:04:00 GMT

I remember Halloween...

I miss getting dressed up in a scary costume, and, even better, having a hot female friend do my makeup (Lisa, if you're out there... haha)... I miss meeting up with a group of friends, and walking th...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Oct 2005 00:50:00 GMT

OK, so now all I need to do is make it a song. Ugh.

.[My body aint no templeIts a building; integral yet invisibleCaked in the debris that is the byproductTo my surroundings and their greatnessPassed by the same footsteps every dayLooked upon with fa...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Aug 2005 04:16:00 GMT

The Dillinger review... that didn't get printed

The Dillinger Escape Plan / Nunchukka Superfly / From These Wounds Waterloo Tavern, February 25 Under the watchful eyes of vigilant bouncers, the crowd gathered in the Waterloo to watch a spirited...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Mar 2005 06:59:00 GMT