Stay Sharp

3 new songs. I had the pleasure of hearing them early. Recorded at the new Clay Creek Studios in Delaware by Nick Rotunda. The recoding and producing is on point. The drums are aggressive, and don't sound overproduced. The guitars and bass are ripping and up-front without burying the vocals. There is very little production and no studio tricks on the vocals which is great.

Stay Sharp is above all, an inspiring live band to see. No frills, gimmicks or stage antics. The focus is their set, and they deliver it well. This recording captures them they way they should be. Nicks talents as an engineer are present throughout, but he really let the production take the backseat in the songs.

The first two songs really feel like old dc hardcore, intriquite riffs that are unpredictable, but still fun and memorable. The music however, is very much harder then their first release without sacrificing the hooks. The lyrics take a different direction then their first release and it works really well. With only 3 songs, they really hit home with what its like to be at this age, overworked and have a really great social awareness without spelling everything out literally.

These songs made my heart beat a little faster and made me remember just how loud music my car speakers can go without peaking. They also reminded me why I got into this music in the first place. Hardcore Punk the way it should be. Get into it.

one ten

editing the new book 

I realized all my entries rhyme  

so I guess I'm really just putting out 

songs without music 

for people who don't want to listen 

NEW BOOK UPDATE

closer 

words

I feel like my words read like stereo instructions. 

I open my mouth and puzzle pieces fall out 

its getting harder for even me to put them together 

but I mean well 

and that has to mean something 

flowers

are only bought for fuck ups, birthdays and deaths..
and your birthday isn't until next month and I'm only half dead..

remember

I remember alot of things about this town. The time I said things I instantly wish I could take back. The rocks we'd throw into traffic. The baseball games we would play in parking lots when we should have been practicing. Wishing the atlantic was the pacific. The songs I wrote, but left in the park. The pictures of us, even they were clouded with a screen of smoke, but you could still make out the smiles. The sound of just your empty room but I could still make out the tears. I still remember being 13 in that basement. The feeling of my heart racing as the degenerics opened their first chord. The unrelentling fury they played with that night in our half lit basement... I want to live by in this half lit life.

car sick

you would always get car sick when you were in my car driving on anything except the expressway. I would always get life sick when I would be with you around anything except a pen and something to write on.

Ms. Sheri

"Im so tired."
"Me too. I went right to sleep last night
and didn't even watch americas most wanted.
Thats how tired I was."

cassette

I am lucky  

to be from a time 

when you had cassette 

as the popular medium 

you had to really commit 

to the music

fast forwarding was not an easy task.

you couldn't just skip the artists hard work 

in a split second

you couldn't just opt out of their 

pain 

struggles 

and expression in one click 

you had to really commit

it was the endnote of an age 

where you really had to 

appreciate an entire album 

and if you really loved a song 

it was worth waiting for the tape to rewind

it paid off 

it gave you something to wait for 

and by that second listen 

and that second wait 

watching the spool collect 

it was still chilling 

it was still worthwhile 

you knew you had a moment 

always celebrated when you would 

hear that song a decade later.

You would grow with the cassette 

as the song titles wore off the face 

you still knew the order 

as the tape would warp and 

time would take its toll 

the notes would still resonate 

further in the distance 

by this time it didn't matter 

time could try to leave a dent 

try push all its weight 

on those songs 

by that time it didn't matter 

cause you didn't need the cassette 

any longer

the songs you would never forget 

and you could hear in your sleep 

and you could sing to yourself 

even a decade later 

FIRST BOOK

I havent been updating this in a while cause I am working on my first book. It will be a collection of short stories and songs we never used.

Jay's book is out now, and it is incredible. Message him at pardonmesirpardon@gmail.com for a copy. It is also available on amazon.com

Another Week In Jonestown..

words like this never
come out beautiful
and I move to stay unmoved
for another day
through a real life
clutch burned out
been spinning out for days
wont stop for a minute
were not moving now

smiles that make it worthwhile
its starting to make sense....

(alternate intro for A week In Jonestown)

department stores

Once I saw 

there was  

places with palm trees 

outside of department stores 

I never wanted to be 

anywhere else 

but there.