music feelings emotions expressed beautiful punk rock bandofbrothers. not sure what to write about this word. I love bands. My friends play in bands. and I love them. They’re fun to hang with and I miss them a lot. One day I’ll see them again. :) :) <3 <3 heart.
I wish i was in a band
that would be awesome
i’d show the world
that richie’s got talent
and i promise not to overdose
if i become famous
i won’t blow my brains out
well.. maybe
The jazz band switched to a sorrowful tune, a melody of melancholy to the drinkers risking fines and jail for the sweet taste of liquor gained from who knows where. Any eyes looking to the band rather than their glasses found their eyes fixed on the soft silhouette of a graceful blonde cradling the mic like a lifeline, darkly red lips just centimetres from the mesh.
Band. I could totally get into this word. I am a flute player, after all. I could tell you so much about band hierarchy…such as trombones are on the absolute bottom along with all brass except French horn, which is way on top. Then comes percussion, although a sometimes the percussion players are pretty cool. After that come the saxes, bassoons, oboes, clarinets, all that good stuff, and on top slightly awesomer than horn is flute. Although I may be biased. Haha. I love all my band buddies!!!
bands are like stuff. they play music. its epic. just like bunnies. bunnies are really epic. i love bunnies. mwahahahaha. i also love sparkles. theyre sparkly. purple! yay! stuff! turtles! woot!
Singing in a band. Hmm. Aaand would I need to play an instrument? Maybe keyboards. And Reggie from the big house down the alley – he’d play in the band, too. Wasn’t he a guitarist? And cute. Hmmm.
my favourite band is maroon 5. i like music. makes me think of friends. a group. happy. my friends are anything but . going behind each others backs and acting like children. ud think we were older than that but my favourite band is maroon 5
The bass shakes,
The lyrics roll.
The members jump and scream,
Bobbing their heads.
The fans circle around and around,
Jump and sing along.
It continues through the night, song after song.
i met a band recently and i was so excited when they asked to hang out after the show. i regularly talk to one of them now and he seems to have made my confidence better than ever and i don’t even feel the need to tell people about it. it’s like my own little secret and i can be happy knowing i’m good enough for at least him.
A band is a group of people, who, with a great deal of courage and spirit, band together to create music. Not the kind of music that society expects from them, but music from their hearts, souls, and minds. A band is a family; they go through good times and bad and have plenty of memories with one another and know that they have eachother’s backs.
Sorry about your stupid band.
Sorry it never got anywhere.
Sorry all your plans crashed and burned.
Sorry everything you ever worked for fell apart right at your fingertips.
Sorry it wasn’t worth leaving everything behind.
I used to be in band, once. It was my life – my friends, my laughs, my adventures. I truly believe I’ve experienced more than most people have just through band. I don’t play anymore, much. You could say I’ve given up, but really, I’e just found a new, solitary outlet: this.
band camp! that’s so funny, because i’m off to band camp tomorrow! coincidence, i guess i’m SO excited, everyone says that band camp is such a blast even tho its a lot of hard work. i’m ready for some good fun!
A band of brothers. Or perhaps it is the band that plays rock concerts to the tweens in the hot sweaty club that smells of pubescent middle schoolers looking to find themselves in the music.
Through it all the band played on, music is my savour, it hums the sounds of the invisible universe, the string of sound vibrate like the beginning of everything. Humming from eternity to my heart.
emotions and memories set in. the time is now. the band is the past and the future. music can never repeat in history. it goes through cycles and will always surprise and teach.
I wish I had played in a band. I played the violin and found it, well, not jazzy or fun enough. When I would see (or hear) the high school band playing I was filled with jealousy. When members of the band would join the orchestra for concerts, I was only reminded of how much I was playing the wrong instruments. I wanted to play the drums.
a thick, tight, restrictive sometimes suffrocating band that hold us together. Yet its that gold precious band that holds us together. It hold our memories, our commitment and our love for one another. Never forget my love thee significance of this band.
a band of brothers went on a road trip, it was to be the adventure of their live. they fueled the car, the bam, the engine blew out, it was good idea anyway.
A band of brothers, that is the line he gave me. He had to go out with his “brothers” tonight because they needed him. It was code for I want to go spend 200 dollars on some cheap beer and strippers. I understand the appeal of the strip club, really I do. What I don’t get it how a group of men go together. They sit inch away from each other staring with hornball glazed eyes at scantly clad women and then have those same women grind themselves on them while they groan away in bliss. Sounds like a pretty solo venture to me. Not something a group of otherwise highly homophobic men would wish to partake in. Men who like to give us women shit about going to the bathroom together.
She is my music, my delirium, this whole thing is getting out of hand.
I’m a love sick groupie, and she’s the lead singer, no the drummer, fuck it, she is the entire band
There’ this new band in town. Playing jazz and pop music. Two guys and a girl. They call themselves “The One Band”. At first, I thought what a lame name, really. But then, it turns out it’s really good. I fell in love with one of the guys. The lead singer. The One.
koray
that is my name and its the first word that came to my mind. I guess the most important thing in my life is myself. I dont mean to be selfish but these days i am all about getting my life on the track that i like it to be.So thats it. I have nothing more to write about it.
I know many people from work that are in bands. It seems that most of them are bassists. I’m not sure what it is about bassists but there sure are a lot of them around me! I’ve never really wanted to be in a band, I’m more of a soloist type of gal.
Sometimes when I walk to work, my IPod tunes blasting in my ears, I imagine I’m a lead singer in a rock band. In real life, however, I have a huge fear of performing in front of others, and so I am stuck in a dream. If I could overcome my fear of criticism and insecurity, perhaps I really could be a rock star.
My favorite band is you me at six, I met them in America when I went to see them play warped tour. I also met them in Dublin Ireland. I use to wear rubber bands around my wrist, they come in handy a lot. I am not band from anywhere! thank god, I would not like to be not able to go some places!
I’ve never really thought much of bands. That’s probably because I’ve never been to a concert. Never needed to pay to see a live performance because music is free. Art should be free and performances should be about sharing. That’s what music is, a place for people to voice their voice.
How could she tell her family? She had been a pianist since she was 9. Her family was counting on her going to a top music university as a classical pianist. How was she going to tell them she was a drummer in a garage band? What were they going to say? She knew she had to tell them. She couldn’t pretend to love the piano anymore. She had to take off the mask of happiness she wore. She had to tell them…
My heart begins to slow its beat. It is straining to pick up the pace and do its hard work. It seems to work harder just trying to do its job. But for some reason, I don’t let it. I stand as a single existence with certain limitations yet, for some other reason, I push those limitations. Perhaps the mind really does have a mind of its own. Maybe the mind knows what the true limitations are. Maybe we are not as limited as we think. That could be why we go to ‘all you can eat’ while wearing our stretchy pants to ensure our moneys worth. Whether we wear our stretchy pants or a leather belt, there is always something there holding us back. Just as if we were to eat naked, we would still be full. That’s life as we know it. We consistently test our limitations. Whether it be a leather belt or a rubber band, the more and more stress we give ourselves, we will still be held back.
the band was setting up for the gig. Tara shifted nervously, the mic in hand. this was her first time she was going to sing in front of people. She loved singing but had a terrible phobia of people.
I used to take band in 6th grade. I played the flute. The year prior I played the viola and sang in the choir. Both my orchestra teacher and choir teacher did all they could to convince to continue in their respective venues. But I played the flute instead. I quit after a year and have never pursued music since.
music feelings emotions expressed beautiful punk rock bandofbrothers. not sure what to write about this word. I love bands. My friends play in bands. and I love them. They’re fun to hang with and I miss them a lot. One day I’ll see them again. :) :) <3 <3 heart.
By Tanja Renate on 07.27.2011
I wish i was in a band
that would be awesome
i’d show the world
that richie’s got talent
and i promise not to overdose
if i become famous
i won’t blow my brains out
well.. maybe
By rgt on 07.27.2011
The jazz band switched to a sorrowful tune, a melody of melancholy to the drinkers risking fines and jail for the sweet taste of liquor gained from who knows where. Any eyes looking to the band rather than their glasses found their eyes fixed on the soft silhouette of a graceful blonde cradling the mic like a lifeline, darkly red lips just centimetres from the mesh.
By AutumnsBandit URL on 07.27.2011
Band. I could totally get into this word. I am a flute player, after all. I could tell you so much about band hierarchy…such as trombones are on the absolute bottom along with all brass except French horn, which is way on top. Then comes percussion, although a sometimes the percussion players are pretty cool. After that come the saxes, bassoons, oboes, clarinets, all that good stuff, and on top slightly awesomer than horn is flute. Although I may be biased. Haha. I love all my band buddies!!!
By Mildred URL on 07.27.2011
bands are like stuff. they play music. its epic. just like bunnies. bunnies are really epic. i love bunnies. mwahahahaha. i also love sparkles. theyre sparkly. purple! yay! stuff! turtles! woot!
By e on 07.27.2011
Singing in a band. Hmm. Aaand would I need to play an instrument? Maybe keyboards. And Reggie from the big house down the alley – he’d play in the band, too. Wasn’t he a guitarist? And cute. Hmmm.
By Valerahaha URL on 07.27.2011
my favourite band is maroon 5. i like music. makes me think of friends. a group. happy. my friends are anything but . going behind each others backs and acting like children. ud think we were older than that but my favourite band is maroon 5
By Kate on 07.27.2011
I was in the band.
I quit the band.
I am the band.
We are disbanded.
By togaparty URL on 07.27.2011
Rock and roll, burning flaming party that are the gods worshiped among man. Living like kings of the road, they have the hearts of all.
By jace on 07.27.2011
I love music. All different types. Although I may not listen to every genre on my own, I appreciate the creative process used to make it.
By Molly on 07.27.2011
The bass shakes,
The lyrics roll.
The members jump and scream,
Bobbing their heads.
The fans circle around and around,
Jump and sing along.
It continues through the night, song after song.
By Taylor Crowley URL on 07.27.2011
A group of friends who grow apart as time passes – a vestigial name for a bygone connection.
By Brian on 07.27.2011
i met a band recently and i was so excited when they asked to hang out after the show. i regularly talk to one of them now and he seems to have made my confidence better than ever and i don’t even feel the need to tell people about it. it’s like my own little secret and i can be happy knowing i’m good enough for at least him.
By meg on 07.27.2011
There was a group of them. A band of thugs, together for one purpose only: to steal the Hybrid Sword.
By birdsinmyhead URL on 07.27.2011
A band is a group of people, who, with a great deal of courage and spirit, band together to create music. Not the kind of music that society expects from them, but music from their hearts, souls, and minds. A band is a family; they go through good times and bad and have plenty of memories with one another and know that they have eachother’s backs.
By Alanna on 07.27.2011
Sorry about your stupid band.
Sorry it never got anywhere.
Sorry all your plans crashed and burned.
Sorry everything you ever worked for fell apart right at your fingertips.
Sorry it wasn’t worth leaving everything behind.
Sorry it wasn’t worth leaving me behind.
By A on 07.27.2011
a band of brothers, bonded we,
the club, a gang, on a killing spree
bandit bill, tommy and me,
ended in gaol in ‘seventy-three
By rorourke URL on 07.27.2011
I used to be in band, once. It was my life – my friends, my laughs, my adventures. I truly believe I’ve experienced more than most people have just through band. I don’t play anymore, much. You could say I’ve given up, but really, I’e just found a new, solitary outlet: this.
By marysia URL on 07.27.2011
bogdan and his band of compatriots-elke,Andy and d.o.g. listened through the vents as the two adults spoke.
By The Fake Dann URL on 07.27.2011
band camp! that’s so funny, because i’m off to band camp tomorrow! coincidence, i guess i’m SO excited, everyone says that band camp is such a blast even tho its a lot of hard work. i’m ready for some good fun!
By lia URL on 07.27.2011
A band of brothers. Or perhaps it is the band that plays rock concerts to the tweens in the hot sweaty club that smells of pubescent middle schoolers looking to find themselves in the music.
By jacquelyn on 07.27.2011
Through it all the band played on, music is my savour, it hums the sounds of the invisible universe, the string of sound vibrate like the beginning of everything. Humming from eternity to my heart.
By Bridiejo URL on 07.27.2011
emotions and memories set in. the time is now. the band is the past and the future. music can never repeat in history. it goes through cycles and will always surprise and teach.
By Caleb on 07.27.2011
I wish I had played in a band. I played the violin and found it, well, not jazzy or fun enough. When I would see (or hear) the high school band playing I was filled with jealousy. When members of the band would join the orchestra for concerts, I was only reminded of how much I was playing the wrong instruments. I wanted to play the drums.
By Annie on 07.27.2011
a thick, tight, restrictive sometimes suffrocating band that hold us together. Yet its that gold precious band that holds us together. It hold our memories, our commitment and our love for one another. Never forget my love thee significance of this band.
By Leanna on 07.27.2011
a band of brothers went on a road trip, it was to be the adventure of their live. they fueled the car, the bam, the engine blew out, it was good idea anyway.
By Randy Botti URL on 07.27.2011
like a star banned from the sky i stand on the ground looking up. staring down lying to the ground about how i have found my soul mate.
By mod on 07.27.2011
A band of brothers, that is the line he gave me. He had to go out with his “brothers” tonight because they needed him. It was code for I want to go spend 200 dollars on some cheap beer and strippers. I understand the appeal of the strip club, really I do. What I don’t get it how a group of men go together. They sit inch away from each other staring with hornball glazed eyes at scantly clad women and then have those same women grind themselves on them while they groan away in bliss. Sounds like a pretty solo venture to me. Not something a group of otherwise highly homophobic men would wish to partake in. Men who like to give us women shit about going to the bathroom together.
By Trista URL on 07.27.2011
band of gold. marriage. wedding. cake. frosting. ice cream. coldstone. scoop. snoop. snoop dog. misogyny. gross.
By deen URL on 07.27.2011
She is my music, my delirium, this whole thing is getting out of hand.
I’m a love sick groupie, and she’s the lead singer, no the drummer, fuck it, she is the entire band
By Moosebaby on 07.27.2011
There’ this new band in town. Playing jazz and pop music. Two guys and a girl. They call themselves “The One Band”. At first, I thought what a lame name, really. But then, it turns out it’s really good. I fell in love with one of the guys. The lead singer. The One.
By FaridaEzzat on 07.27.2011
koray
that is my name and its the first word that came to my mind. I guess the most important thing in my life is myself. I dont mean to be selfish but these days i am all about getting my life on the track that i like it to be.So thats it. I have nothing more to write about it.
By Koray on 07.27.2011
I know many people from work that are in bands. It seems that most of them are bassists. I’m not sure what it is about bassists but there sure are a lot of them around me! I’ve never really wanted to be in a band, I’m more of a soloist type of gal.
By Shannon URL on 07.27.2011
Sometimes when I walk to work, my IPod tunes blasting in my ears, I imagine I’m a lead singer in a rock band. In real life, however, I have a huge fear of performing in front of others, and so I am stuck in a dream. If I could overcome my fear of criticism and insecurity, perhaps I really could be a rock star.
By Amanda URL on 07.27.2011
My favorite band is you me at six, I met them in America when I went to see them play warped tour. I also met them in Dublin Ireland. I use to wear rubber bands around my wrist, they come in handy a lot. I am not band from anywhere! thank god, I would not like to be not able to go some places!
By kay on 07.27.2011
I’ve never really thought much of bands. That’s probably because I’ve never been to a concert. Never needed to pay to see a live performance because music is free. Art should be free and performances should be about sharing. That’s what music is, a place for people to voice their voice.
By Kevin on 07.27.2011
How could she tell her family? She had been a pianist since she was 9. Her family was counting on her going to a top music university as a classical pianist. How was she going to tell them she was a drummer in a garage band? What were they going to say? She knew she had to tell them. She couldn’t pretend to love the piano anymore. She had to take off the mask of happiness she wore. She had to tell them…
By A Mask Of Happiness URL on 07.27.2011
My heart begins to slow its beat. It is straining to pick up the pace and do its hard work. It seems to work harder just trying to do its job. But for some reason, I don’t let it. I stand as a single existence with certain limitations yet, for some other reason, I push those limitations. Perhaps the mind really does have a mind of its own. Maybe the mind knows what the true limitations are. Maybe we are not as limited as we think. That could be why we go to ‘all you can eat’ while wearing our stretchy pants to ensure our moneys worth. Whether we wear our stretchy pants or a leather belt, there is always something there holding us back. Just as if we were to eat naked, we would still be full. That’s life as we know it. We consistently test our limitations. Whether it be a leather belt or a rubber band, the more and more stress we give ourselves, we will still be held back.
By Kari URL on 07.27.2011
the band was setting up for the gig. Tara shifted nervously, the mic in hand. this was her first time she was going to sing in front of people. She loved singing but had a terrible phobia of people.
By wearenoblemen URL on 07.27.2011
I used to take band in 6th grade. I played the flute. The year prior I played the viola and sang in the choir. Both my orchestra teacher and choir teacher did all they could to convince to continue in their respective venues. But I played the flute instead. I quit after a year and have never pursued music since.
By Jodi Kendall on 07.27.2011