9/6/08 08:02 pm
Tweak says, "That's not love. That's hate."
I think that little guy Tweak is my new best friend.
I was bad at speech class in highschool, and I'm sure that although blogging is easier, it'll still scare the piss out of me. I don't really know what it is about that part of you that gets all tense when you meet people, and have to pour your heart out for them. Maybe it's the vulnerability to complete strangers. Or maybe I'm just lazy. Whatever it is, I'm pretty much fucked.
I have the longest name in the world, so if you jump out of your seat by the time I'm done, I won't be amazed. You wouldn't be the first one. My name is Peter Cecil Hines-Ryddle, named after both of my parents, believe it or not. I think they just figured using their names was easier than thinking up a whole new one. No wonder we never had a dog. Peter Ryddle is my fathers name, and I'm sure you've guessed that Cecil Hines belongs to my mom. They're not bad people, I love them, they're my parents. I just don't understand why they do the things they do sometimes. But I'll get to that later.
Here's where the fun starts:
(Are you paying attention?)
I'm from the Windy City, aka Chicago, Illinois, and I've lived there my entire life, before moving to California. Yeah, that was a total shock for me. Chicago is completely different. The crime rate is worse, the weather is worse, the pollution is worse....the only good thing about Chicago is the fact that we don't have earthquakes. I was born on September 25th, to my mom and pop in Chicago, and at that time we didn't have a lot of money. We didn't live on the street or anything, but we lived 'paycheck to paycheck' as my pop liked to say. I don't remember a whole lot of that period though, because I think I started paying more attention to them, when my parents weren't fighting about money or worrying themselves to death, as soon as my dad won the lottery. I'm not kidding you at all. I remember him shouting, and waving that ticket around in the air like it was life or death. After that, we moved into a nicer house, and my parents pretty much gave me anything I wanted.
Yeah, I was that bratty, scrawny nerd of a kid that people liked to pick on cause they were jealous I had more money than they could ever dream of. I'm still that way. No amount of ass kickings is going to change my ideals and beliefs. Sorry kids. I haven't changed a lot, physically, either. I'm still scrawny, I'll admit that I look like a monkey on crack (I gave that up years ago), and I go through hairstyles like the changing of the seasons. Right now I'm shaven, and I think I like it better that way. Nobody can touch this right now, I'd beat their ass before they even moved. Well, probably not, cause I'm not that fast, but I'd damned sure try. I stand up for the things I believe in, even if people have to get hurt along the way. That's probably why I'm still single. That, and most girls would rather date men, than mice. Yeah? No? Who cares.
Back to my parents. Sometimes I question the way they think. Turns out I have a twin brother that I never knew existed until two years ago. It still puzzles me how my parents made a decision that night to split us up, but they did. We aren't identical twins, one of me is plenty bad enough. We're...fraternal twins? Yeah, I have no idea how to spell that, but we're the ones that can't communicate with each other in secret languages, and shit like that. The point is, I lived in that house for twenty four years, and nobody had ever mentioned that I had a younger brother (He was born a minute after I was), until the day I turned 24. I guess that was the point in which my parents decided that I could handle it. I took it rather well, I think. I only freaked out a little bit on them. When I calmed down, they told me how I could get in contact with him, and I did. That's where all of our music began. Apparently my brother had been put into an orphaneage thing that night and since that point, he'd grown up in foster homes. He was quite the terror, too, from the stories I've heard. When I met him, though, it was like I was complete. Really. He's my twin, and I felt like that piece of me had finally fallen back into place.
When the band started, I don't think either of us really anticipated getting the air time that we did. We played clubs, and bars, before I'd bummed enough money off of my parents to allow us to make an EP, some shitty album with songs we had written on it, and some even shittier cover song. Someone got one, and put it on a local radio show that played in Chicago. Before either of us knew it, my brother and I were climbing our way to the top of the rock and roll ladder. We did a little bit of self touring, myself, my brother and the band we'd conned into going with us. What was cool, is I met up with Black Parade at one of their older shows, a couple of years ago, and got to meet Brian Harper. He's one of the coolest people ever, and a very talented artist in all aspects of his media. Dude can write comic books and keep himself on tour. Not many people that I know can pull that off. Anyway, I got to meet Brian, and I felt like a school girl or something. They were this huge band, and mine was trying to make it. Recently, we've spoken a little, and I saw him not too long ago, after I'd heard that he'd gotten married to this other dude, Dominic, from an almost equally kick ass band, Sinners Debt. Seriously, those guys are my heros.
My brother has really let this band thing get to him. He's basically rolling around in his money, on the floor. I'm not kidding you. He just threw cash on the ground in here, and he's rolling on it. It's the funniest shit ever. We put out another album earlier this year, and if you haven't heard it, you should. Our single right now is called "Crazy Bitch," after some crazy bitch I dated for a couple of months. It's a good song. Inspirational even.
Now that I've told you everything you've ever wanted to know about me, I think it's time for me to go. Our bus is going to leave soon, and the connection to the internet on the bus isn't that great.
Peace.
-Ce Ce.
peter is cooking
I think that little guy Tweak is my new best friend.
I was bad at speech class in highschool, and I'm sure that although blogging is easier, it'll still scare the piss out of me. I don't really know what it is about that part of you that gets all tense when you meet people, and have to pour your heart out for them. Maybe it's the vulnerability to complete strangers. Or maybe I'm just lazy. Whatever it is, I'm pretty much fucked.
I have the longest name in the world, so if you jump out of your seat by the time I'm done, I won't be amazed. You wouldn't be the first one. My name is Peter Cecil Hines-Ryddle, named after both of my parents, believe it or not. I think they just figured using their names was easier than thinking up a whole new one. No wonder we never had a dog. Peter Ryddle is my fathers name, and I'm sure you've guessed that Cecil Hines belongs to my mom. They're not bad people, I love them, they're my parents. I just don't understand why they do the things they do sometimes. But I'll get to that later.
Here's where the fun starts:
(Are you paying attention?)
I'm from the Windy City, aka Chicago, Illinois, and I've lived there my entire life, before moving to California. Yeah, that was a total shock for me. Chicago is completely different. The crime rate is worse, the weather is worse, the pollution is worse....the only good thing about Chicago is the fact that we don't have earthquakes. I was born on September 25th, to my mom and pop in Chicago, and at that time we didn't have a lot of money. We didn't live on the street or anything, but we lived 'paycheck to paycheck' as my pop liked to say. I don't remember a whole lot of that period though, because I think I started paying more attention to them, when my parents weren't fighting about money or worrying themselves to death, as soon as my dad won the lottery. I'm not kidding you at all. I remember him shouting, and waving that ticket around in the air like it was life or death. After that, we moved into a nicer house, and my parents pretty much gave me anything I wanted.
Yeah, I was that bratty, scrawny nerd of a kid that people liked to pick on cause they were jealous I had more money than they could ever dream of. I'm still that way. No amount of ass kickings is going to change my ideals and beliefs. Sorry kids. I haven't changed a lot, physically, either. I'm still scrawny, I'll admit that I look like a monkey on crack (I gave that up years ago), and I go through hairstyles like the changing of the seasons. Right now I'm shaven, and I think I like it better that way. Nobody can touch this right now, I'd beat their ass before they even moved. Well, probably not, cause I'm not that fast, but I'd damned sure try. I stand up for the things I believe in, even if people have to get hurt along the way. That's probably why I'm still single. That, and most girls would rather date men, than mice. Yeah? No? Who cares.
Back to my parents. Sometimes I question the way they think. Turns out I have a twin brother that I never knew existed until two years ago. It still puzzles me how my parents made a decision that night to split us up, but they did. We aren't identical twins, one of me is plenty bad enough. We're...fraternal twins? Yeah, I have no idea how to spell that, but we're the ones that can't communicate with each other in secret languages, and shit like that. The point is, I lived in that house for twenty four years, and nobody had ever mentioned that I had a younger brother (He was born a minute after I was), until the day I turned 24. I guess that was the point in which my parents decided that I could handle it. I took it rather well, I think. I only freaked out a little bit on them. When I calmed down, they told me how I could get in contact with him, and I did. That's where all of our music began. Apparently my brother had been put into an orphaneage thing that night and since that point, he'd grown up in foster homes. He was quite the terror, too, from the stories I've heard. When I met him, though, it was like I was complete. Really. He's my twin, and I felt like that piece of me had finally fallen back into place.
When the band started, I don't think either of us really anticipated getting the air time that we did. We played clubs, and bars, before I'd bummed enough money off of my parents to allow us to make an EP, some shitty album with songs we had written on it, and some even shittier cover song. Someone got one, and put it on a local radio show that played in Chicago. Before either of us knew it, my brother and I were climbing our way to the top of the rock and roll ladder. We did a little bit of self touring, myself, my brother and the band we'd conned into going with us. What was cool, is I met up with Black Parade at one of their older shows, a couple of years ago, and got to meet Brian Harper. He's one of the coolest people ever, and a very talented artist in all aspects of his media. Dude can write comic books and keep himself on tour. Not many people that I know can pull that off. Anyway, I got to meet Brian, and I felt like a school girl or something. They were this huge band, and mine was trying to make it. Recently, we've spoken a little, and I saw him not too long ago, after I'd heard that he'd gotten married to this other dude, Dominic, from an almost equally kick ass band, Sinners Debt. Seriously, those guys are my heros.
My brother has really let this band thing get to him. He's basically rolling around in his money, on the floor. I'm not kidding you. He just threw cash on the ground in here, and he's rolling on it. It's the funniest shit ever. We put out another album earlier this year, and if you haven't heard it, you should. Our single right now is called "Crazy Bitch," after some crazy bitch I dated for a couple of months. It's a good song. Inspirational even.
Now that I've told you everything you've ever wanted to know about me, I think it's time for me to go. Our bus is going to leave soon, and the connection to the internet on the bus isn't that great.
Peace.
-Ce Ce.
peter is cooking