CALLING ALL DRUMMERS! My band, Shrug Dealer, is looking for a can slammer. Our influences include Lagwagon, Propagandhi, Lifetime, Crime in Stereo, A Wilhelm Scream, Satanic Surfers, Belvedere, (you get where what we're looking for by now)
CONTACT: shrugdealerband on , , etc
I just moved to NYC and I'm looking for a band. I've been playing in bands for 14 years, and I've toured a bit for the past 5-6 years. I love playing punk/pop-punk/ska and progressive punk rock. I can play rhythm and leads quite well, and I've had a lot of studio and live experience.
- Screen name:
- Member since:
- Nov 18 2016
- Active over 1 month ago
- Level of commitment:
- Years playing music:
- Gigs played:
- Over 100
- Tend to practice:
- 2-3 times per week
- Available to gig:
- 2-3 nights a week
- Most available:
Bouncing Souls, Rancid, Lagwagon, Less Than Jake, Goldfinger, Millencolin, A Wilhelm Scream, Such Gold, Propagandhi, Hot Water Music, Alkaline Trio, Cigar, Strung Out
- Rhythm Guitar:
- Lead Guitar:
- Background Singer:
- Acoustic Guitar:
- Bass Guitar:
Writer's Block Track number: 1 Year: 2018 Album: Shrug Dealer Genre: Punk
Who is Molly?
Who is Molly? Track number: 6 Year: 2018 Album: Shrug Dealer Genre: Punk
The Lanes Track number: 5 Year: 2018 Album: Shrug Dealer Genre: Punk
This Song Written on a Macbook Pro
This Song Written on a Macbook Pro Track number: 4 Year: 2018 Album: Shrug Dealer Genre: Punk
That's $10 You Owe Me Now, Dickhead!
That's $10 You Owe Me Now, Dickhead! Track number: 3 Year: 2018 Album: Shrug Dealer Genre: Punk
Snowflake Wars Track number: 2 Year: 2018 Album: Shrug Dealer Genre: Punk
Saint Agnes - Move Like A Ghost -- LEWITT Mixing Contest
Saint Agnes - Move Like A Ghost -- LEWITT Mixing ContestMy Mix for the Lewitt Mixing contest.
Take Your Time
Take Your TimeTake your time No one here is asking you to stay Let the drip subdue all the pain Like dirt washing off in the rain Just go to sleep You are loved No one here wants you to be alone We just wanna see you off before you go You mean more to us than you will ever know Just go to sleep We all know it was too big a loss to bear 20 years of staring at an empty chair in the worst house on the block until the building was condemned you hid away and waited for the end to be with her again So take your time They've taken you out of Intensive Care the tubes are out to help you prepare to slip out of perpetual dispair just go to sleep You'll be missed You deserve to know you warrant all of this your hand held tight and your old forehead kissed a smile, a laugh, a playful reminisce and into sleep You were never all too big on goodbyes It was always see you then until next time and when Morrison sang Brown Eyed Girl over the radio, you felt the pull into forever, and finally let go
July '97'97, a simple flu. A couple days of bed rest grew, and pushed into a week or so instead. I remembered the doctor give a 50/50 chance to live, and that's only if they drilled into your head. Minutes stacked on father's back, spilling over onto ours. Restless nights, waiting by the phone, as minutes grew to hours. I remember the paper suits, paper faces, plastic shoes. Watching, waiting, open up your eyes! Give me the moment I came here for. Let me walk you out that door and I swear to God, you'll never hear me cry. Still minutes stacked on father's back, and showed the picture of way too much to bear. Restless nights, waiting by the phone, and growing numb with every prayer. I dug into that sand, as far as I could go, the strength that I had left, withdrawn. The inky sky gave way to patriotic flames, and my brother broke the news you were gone. Let me go back. Give me more minutes to stack. I'm not broken, Mom, I can take another day...
Your Parents Must Be So Proud
Your Parents Must Be So ProudWe missed the boat! You've been outspoken, determined to rub it in my face If you had the choice of living, let living My bet is you'd take an early grave Exit stage left. If you're not the best, there must be no God The true culmination of all mankind Greatness defined Is it even fair, the gift you've been given? An effortless diamond on display. What is there to say? Let's call off the contest Especially since you've taken the prize. Exit stage right. If you're not the best, there must be no God The true culmination of all mankind. Greatness defined
Be Here Now
Be Here NowLet's make a point to be more present, because these moments never last quite long enough. Release those thoughts of what it could have been, and then sweat, forget, let go of all that stuff. I know it's tough, but you've got to be here now. Look into yesterday, and you'll find you're present there a lot Not just in memory, but you're giving up to stay in your identity as it was written off before you had the chance to make you own The people in your life, they'll pull you out of your own head where you waste a lot of time trying to stay in there instead but you know when you come out, it isn't real anymore. It's just yourself trying to hide you from decisions at your door, so pay attention, because you'll only get this chance to make a moment where you lose control with no choice but to dance, or cry, or sing, about beautiful it is to watch our trips around the sun and take in all of the love and pain it brings So many years will disappear if you're not there so find a way to care, because you've got to be here now
The Hard Life
The Hard LifeI was a worn out mess, I couldn't ever attest to my last nights. I couldn't recognize the pair of worn out eyes in mirror. I'd put on a brave face and hope to get clear of this. The world at fault, I swore I'd be better than all of them, but that's the wrong medicine when no one cares. (GET UP) These thoughts scream I'm not at home. (WAKE UP) I feel outnumbered, I'm alone. Another sad, sad song of selfishness in my so privileged unrest. It's all been done to death. Glorify my fight to heal my self image, because I don't have the right to claim the hard life. Glorify my fight to find my truth, redefine my truth. I'd like to claim I'm self-aware of my bubble of fortunate disgrace, but there's no stock in a sentient claim from a pedestal built by slaves. I'll shout from my vain ignorance, and lash out at not so common sense, but on the day my number is called, it'll be the same old grave. I can't stay. No one rides forever. Glorify my fight to cure my self image, because I don't have the right to claim I live the hard life. Glorify my fight, because I need to sleep at night. Glorify my fight to find my truth, redefine my truth.