Junius- Martyrdom of a Catastrophist

Please do yourself a favor and download the new Junius record: Martyrdom of a Catastrophist. You'll be glad you did.

So it's been a minute.

I'll give you a short breakdown in 4 parts: Rosetta, Teaching, general complaints, and where I'm looking next.

Rosetta- We start recording next month. This will be first and only recording session I've ever been prepared for. My contributions to TGS and Wake/Lift can only be described as “Free Association”. The lyrics for both records were composed during live shows and evolved to what was finally recorded. It's not the same this time. I drive to school each day listening to the demos, going over parts, scripting things out. And just about each Friday since we recorded the demos, I've been locked inside my house with head phones on, putting the pen to the paper. Yet I'm still not sure this is enough. I fear I'll step inside the recording booth with nothing done.

For the first time I can truly say we're working hard. Lets see what the payoff looks like.....

Our touring schedule is really exciting! First and foremost, the Rosetta/Battlefields/ City Of Ships tour is going to be a whole lot of fun. We're going to some places we normally would not travel to this time of year and I'm looking forward to that very much. But I'm really looking forward to spending time with the traveling party.

Rosetta will be touring Europe again this summer.....STOKED!!! I had such a good time last year and I hope this year is just as amazing if not better. And I want my Godflesh shirt back.

Teaching: This year I'm teaching American Government and Intro to Psychology/Sociology. The classes are awesome, the kids are fantastic, the 12hr days are fast. How October 25^th came around so soon I'll never know. I would like to go apple picking with someone thought. However I think that might just pass by this year.

The grad class I'm taking is coming along well. It's nice to be back at Temple and indulge in that community once more.....now only if a nice lady would talk to me.

Awesome quotes from school-- “Hey Mr. Armine.....I'm a street pharmacist”

“Chick peas.....that's that....over there food”(points to world map)

General complaints:

Please allow me to clear this up for the general public: My dog has three legs. The following statements need not apply: “Dogs got no legs” or “Dogs got one leg”. If either of these were statements were true Rosie would not be able to walk. Yet she walks well. Thus, she has more than one leg. She's just missing one.....O and she'll kill you.Please see the picture below in case you're still confused.

Things are really good right now.....so this is my only complaint=)

Whats next......

Tattoo apt in December. Going to Syracuse to finish my arm with the following:

Yeah....it's lame.

Mule

So it happened. Finally. It was bound to. Last night was as good a night as any I suppose. She stood behind the counter, hunched over doing a crossword in front of the coffee machine. I walked slowly towards the leather cushioned sofa and sunk there for a few moments. Hiding probably, from the 5 or so years I'd much rather not confront. How unavoidable time is these days, especially when everything I know and loved has been seemingly distorted somehow, sculpted into something it was never meant to be. It was going to have to happen, if I left without saying anything I'll never get over it, accepting the last 5 years for what they've been. Amazing? Possibly....possibly maybe. But there are always doubts, always. The door was open and I could have left, told Kyle I'd catch another open mic at another spot another time, but instead I went and said hello, to a girl now in her second year of college, studying English Lit, doing a semester in Scotland. I taught this girl American History 5 years ago when I was student teaching. 5 years.
That's a long time to have spent in and out of a van, living in a basement, paycheck to paycheck, all in support of dreams.

Having spent the last 5 years almost everywhere, I finally feel like I'm getting somewhere. This will be my second year at Haverford teaching, and I'm starting Grad school next month for a Masters in Special Education.
But even still I'm an old mule these days. Hardcore......I don't know about Hardcore anymore. It's only once in a blue moon that Rosetta gets to play a show that truly feels DIY anymore, and heavy music is getting a little too trite. It's so hard to find something heavy and fresh.
I never went to shows at bars. I had dreams of playing houses and squats. Yet here we are, doing shows in bars because that's all that can be maintained for any consistent amount of time.
And Skateboarding....that's changed so much. But something remains the same about it. Skateboarding is always right where I left it.

I'm finished, because I feel broken. No more energy for Rosetta outside of practice and shows. That warhorse did me in simply trying to feed it as best I knew how. Once bitten twice shy? Is that the saying. I love Rosetta, but she's a burden I can no longer care for the way she needs to be cared for. Dave's picking up the pieces anyway.

Focus has to be on teaching and skateboarding. Teaching makes me happy, skateboarding brings me balance. I'll be able to go on accepting my age, and the changes if I do this.

I feel like a mule any longer, or the next time I look 5 years back it won't look so good.

It's good to know what your friends think of you.

Duncan: dammit get armine on this chat shit..

Matt Weed: he doesn't have internet

Duncan: ah

Matt Weed: he steals wireless with his ipod

Duncan: wow
ok
good to know

Matt Weed: yeah he's a real hippie scumbag type dude

Duncan: hes beautiful and violent

Matt Weed: haha

Solo shows

After Europe I started playing some solo shows in and around the Philadelphia area.
In a few days I'll be posting some live recordings along with some open mic nights I plan on being at.

They know the words....all of them.