Hello Everyone... per request, here's an update for the fans of the band:

We returned from our Asia/Australia tour a month ago, saw our families and friends for a bit as we de-jetlagged our bodies, and headed back to Boston to start working on new material.  Getting back together in the same town again, was more of a big leap than we expected, I think, as the band had been spread apar t while we weren't touring since August of 2007.  As that move came with sacrifices for some, we're very pleased to be activated again.  The process goes something like this:

Everyone has a lot of songs.  We play the songs in rehearsal.  We meet with producer.  Producer says the band is in a good place and is capable of a lot, but the material is all over the map, and it also needs to be better.  Best and worst part is, he's right.  So we start over.  More writing.  More soul searching.  We could make any album (everyone in this band likes a lot of different music), but we're really striving to ditch out on some silly trend that's going to last for a year, and try to make songs that could be played on the jukebox for awhile.  It's really a hit or miss situation.  We're also really zooming in on lyrical hooks.  The hardest thing in songwriting, I think, is taking those simple everyday phrases that you and I always say and somehow twist them into something interesting... that simply state the real heart of the matter.

Tom Petty really nailed it when talking about restlessness, wanting Friday to come sooner, waiting for your crush to call, etc.

"The waiting is the hardest part".

These six words are so simple, yet anyone can relate to this... whether you're in first grade waiting for class to end, in high school waiting for Friday's football game, college waiting for the Delta party, in the office waiting to get out, or waiting for your weekend bingo game when you're retired.  ANYONE can relate to this simple statement.

Now, it sounds so easy when you sing it... and that's why it's the absolute hardest type of lyric to write.  It's much, much easier (at least for me) to write poetry... prose... rhyme together nonsense, or even jam cool ideas into melodies... but the good songs... the REALLY good songs... are simple... and get to that "point."

This... is stressing me out.  HA, but it's worth it.  I now walk the streets of Boston with a pad and paper and jot down anything and everything that comes to mind, or anything I hear that could be interesting. This is also new.  I used to ALWAYS work from melody first (and still happens), but the band is very focused on working from a phrase or title.  Once you have that, a lot can take shape.  

The waiting is also the hardest part for me.  I love touring.  It drives me nuts when people tell me that we can't tour... in the states or elsewhere.  I also know that we must make an album, but we're not just going to put out anything, though we have plenty of songs, if we wanted to do so.  It has to beat anything that's happened thus far.  The waiting is the hardest part, when I know we'll probably be working on this album for awhile... quite awhile... but it'll be ready when it's good.  Then hopefully we will be rewarded with a chance to tour and share these songs.

What else is going on?  We paused this week to record with Nate Campany and the Serenade.  Nate Campany, for those of you who don't know, is a tremendous songwriter, and one of my best friends in the whole world.  We all came together in Boston to record "live" (not track by track) at Q Division studios, and the music coming from the monitors is very, very rewarding.  Nate fans, get excited, this is very special, and non-Nate fans, please check it out.

The Serenade line-up:

Nate Campany (of course)

Phil Galitzine

Joe Guese 

Ethan Mentzer

Kyle Patrick

Adam Popick

Matt Pynn

Me (Ben Romans)

Adam Tressler

Luke White

Joey Zehr

Our friend Matt Beaudoin is co-producing with Nate and engineering.... and ruling at it.

Anyways, Nate, if you're reading this for some reason, thank you so much for this experience, and for your songs.

After we finish recording, the band takes off next week to Genting, Malaysia, to perform at the MTV Asia Awards.  Mega thanks to the fans for showing the support to get us there.  If you get a chance, check it out... it'll be a blast.  Then we head back to the states, to get right back into the album.  Once we get to a place where we feel like we can share some of the material... it's possible that we might do some shows in the area, if it doesn't distract from recording... I hope we can.

I think that's about it, as far as an update goes.  I hope this finds you well... and I hope to see some of you soon... the waiting is the hardest part.... but it's worth it sometimes.

&quo

The Bali sky shed a golden tear into the ocean.  A boat kite is dancing on the daylight's departure, as the water glows with fire.... those waves that quench the sand.  And I'm at peace.  It sometimes takes 364 days to get just one to stand still, but if there is any one, this might be it.  And I certainly feel no bigger than the sand, as I'm illuminated by a divine creation... this is the ultimate museum, a museum of glowing love, and I'm completely humbled, and in the process feel as if I'm standing on top of the world... on top of something.  I hope I can put this feeling into a melody and words when I return.

It's an end to an adventure.  It's the beginning to a possible freedom.  The band spent five years to grow musically to play shows like the ones we did on this tour.  I, for the first time in awhile, felt like we were represented as the band we wanted to be, a rock and roll band playing catchy songs.  Five dudes that love to create and play together.  We were blessed with an opportunity to share our spirits for 120 minutes in a fury, and like the moment when the sun touched the ocean, our five souls communicated musically the finest yet, and shared moments with those around us.  I can't thank everyone enough, whether you got to see this tour or not.  If you have supported us at any given time, and any given place, thank you.  Thank you for getting us here.  Thank you for listening... and now, we attempt to grow.  It's our duty to progress.

And now... we create.  We tell a story.  We're leaving one of the most heightened experiences to return to many unanswered questions.  Back to the fight on the home turf.

But maybe these are just the things to make one stronger.  To make us even more insane about doing what we love to do.  

So when they say no.... 

...we're telling them

yes.  

We, whether you think we're crazy or not, cannot give up.  

If this is indeed a free country, then maybe our freedom from the red taped up industry will allow a resurrection.  Whether people listen or not is beyond me, but we're ready to fight the fight.  Again.  Why?  Because we just saw and felt something magical, and no one in a suit and tie can sit here and tell me "it won't work."  Whether people will give it a chance or not is beyond me, but there is no use in not delivering the substance to be judged.  If something's there, something's there, and you have to act on it.  This last tour was confirmation that something is there.  

Now... to spread the love.

Peace.

B

ps - My addiction to Bali has me fleeing to the Cape today to write... can you surf out there??

I remember when Johnny Damon signed with the Yankees on December 20, 2005. This left many Red Sox fans shocked.

... but there was a price to pay with his 52 million dollar contract...

Johnny had to shave his beard, as part of the traditional Yankees clean-cut look.

I didn't back it... but he did what he had to do.

I, like Damon, have to shave my beard.

I have received such information in contracts, emails, phone calls, that it is mandatory to do such a thing before the Australia/Asia tour.

While I would like to believe that playing a goo d show is really all that matters, I can't be fooled....

I signed to the Yankees...

...

So, perhaps tomorrow night at the Bitter End, I may or may not let three months of discipline dissapear from my face.

If anyone knows how to make 52 million dollars doing so, like our friend Johnny Damon, let me know.

If you're in Asia and Australia, a clean cut version of myself will see you soon!

B

I've been out of touch.

I'm sorry.

New York City had me spinning around the clock in a frenzy of noise and paint.

I'm in Boston for a week to rehearse for our tour of Australia and Asia.  I just stayed in the whole evening trying to find a way to program every keyboard from both albums and new material onto one device.  It's most definitely a mad laboratory in here... and I'm still not finished.  

The excitement is returning, slowly but surely.  The drought in between tours leaves us thirsty for the excitement, and at it's first drop, we'll be back in a bender of rock and roll.  I really am NOT good at NOT touring.  Drives me a bit mad even.... however, I did find a way to fill in the void:

New.  York.  City.

I have taken on too many projects at once, but it keeps me going.  Writing pop songs, in hopes that someone will be crazy enough to want to record them.  Producing two songs with Atomic Tom and it's going to be sweet.  By the way- go see them play Arlene's Grocery in NYC on May 2.  I'll be there wondering why I will never look as cool as Eric Angelo.  I've been playing a lot, writing a lot.  Kyle, Joe, and Ethan have all come to visit.  Playing in Nate Campany's band, The Serenade, has been a true pleasure.  Nothing like playing good songs with good friends.  Writing a bunch of arty stuff just to keep the magic going in the midst of everything else.

I have also managed to venture out and cause shenanigans.  Highlights:

1.  "Shine A Light" premiere.  Go see this film.  I was incredibly lucky to attend the premiere.  Scorsese and The Stones were made it happen.  The after parties did not suck at all, and I met Ronnie Wood.  Dudes like him make me want to keep on keeping on with this band thing.

2.  Opening day at Yankee Stadium.  This was a tough one, being a Red Sox fan.... BUT I was invited to opening day at the last season of a legendary ballpark... a few rows up from first base... I had to do it.  

3.  I'm going to just skip to the end... at the SNL afterparty I wound up on stage at 4am with dude from American Idol, while Ashton and Demi were hollering out requests... we did a pretty mean "Brown Eyed Girl" and had the crowd rocking on "Hey Jude."  I just am not sure how it happened... and how the sun was up when I left...

4.  I have challenged Nate Campany to a beard off.  I have trained for many sports growing up, and this is up there as far as discipline goes.

What else... painting.  i have been painting in between the rest of the madness, and somehow, I have started to deal some of my art.  If you are interested, email smilemakerart@gmail.com, and we'll hook a brother/sister up!

Hope this finds you well.  If you are in Boston this Saturday, come say hi.

If you are in Australia/Asia... we'll see you soon.  It's going to be good.  Took years to get to do a tour like this... let's get radical.

B

I've been loving NYC for the last week.  Getting a lot done.  Creating.  Hanging with close friends.  Staying inspired... finally.

I ran across some old blogs, got nostalgic, and decided to post them.  If you've already read them, go no further.

B

1.14.07

ON A RAINY DAY

I have found myself in my room listening to Mozart's Requiem... again... taking a moment to breathe... disciplining myself to evacuate the idea of forcing another pop song. Requiem is bringing me back to my childhood... where music was an untangible, magical, pure form of emotion in it's audible majesty. I'm trying to figure out when the music became so sufficated. Maybe it didn't. Maybe it's just what happens when you're blessed with the beauty of a full-time job... writing songs... with formula... with limits... with simple language... but still... not working my old day jobs that sometimes haunted me. I never asked to be in a pop band... I suppose it was just an extention of some tangent of musical paint splattered all over a canvas like Pollock... balanced but chaotic... and a path was choosen, at least for the immediate future. Yet, it's a form of communication, limits or no limits. I came home from a show last night questioning my passionate contemporaries and aquaintances that just gave it everything on stage. Yet, I was thinking that maybe I should have stayed in my high school band and played awful guitar, and wrote songs with no hooks... is this what it takes to move masses? Do we need to scream and ask others to scream profanities and rebel against whatever we rebel against? Playing dumb? No, I can't follow a trend. Maybe it's just that suddenly your "art" which maybe is or isn't art becomes it's own brand and your inner businessman harnesses the craft until it's whithered out to dry. Maybe that's why I love to paint. I believe that I'm a horrible painter. No traning. Just me, the canvas, maybe Brad Mehldau on the stereo, a glass of Merlot. No one will see it, maybe my bandmates will come by my room and give a nod, but it now fills the void of what I miss. It's magic. No boundries. No limelight. No judgement... and my untrained brush continues to splash the visuals into a frenzy upon the canvas. I never asked to be in a pop band, I was just blessed to be able to squeeze out some form of creativity. My painting won't be written about. It won't be dressed in a suit and tie, or told to simplify or that it is arrogant and superficial. My painting will not get me onto the list, or into social circles, but it will satisfy what I miss. Mozart. It's timelessness. Yet, he put his music out into the masses. To me it's dream-music.... but did it become commercial to him? Wise up. Maybe it's the magic on the external that counts more than the internal.... I never asked to be in a pop band, but maybe after this painting, and writing a composition for my walls to hear... I'll write the simple hook that everyone else has heard over and over before for their own magical place... their own audible painting... and call it a day.

1.15.07

REV. DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.

"Wake up man, we ARE leaving at 8:00!" My eyes peel away the dreams that entertained the last five hours of sleep. The dreams are now replaced by the canvas of cold rain and trees that are just sticks in the ground outside my window. Yet today, Joey and I made a pact to attend the town Service and Breakfast in memory of the almighty Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Snooze.

Thoughts.

Snooze.

Ok. Up. Barely.

Across the room... ughh, too dark and grassy of a green in my painting... fix it later.

Shower.

Thinking.

Dressed.

"Okay, Joey, let's do it. It's raining. Bus?"

"Yeah."

And we went.

We ended up meeting fellow residents, and had a good chat with the local police chief, who ended up at our table. One cadet told us about his beloved son who is still in Iraq. We listen. We think. On this rainy day we're safe at this breakfast. We have to work on a record. This gentleman's son is in Iraq, where he woke up to the building next door to him being abolished by bombs and gunfire. 

Massachusetts state representative Byron Rushing spoke. I took a few things with me, other than the obvious love and peace that Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. brought us:

Dr. King was alive for 39 years. He has also now been dead for 39 years. Rushing asked how many at the breakfast were under 39 years of age. I raised my hand. He talked about our generation... my generation... your generation, and it's missed opportunity to live through that civil rights movement in his time and only read, listen, and watch King's speeches. Yet, King's idea of peace must live on. 

It is our generation, you, me, your neighbor, your enemy, that will be responsible to choose to live in harmony, or in spitefulness.
The world is a tempting place. We, as humans are imperfect. I fail every day at being as loving as the God who created me, yet somehow I still feel love and strive to love. Temptation is on every corner, and it's not just material possesion, greed, etc. One of my favorite quote's is actually about the temptation to become bitter... and guess what? The word's came out of Dr. King's mouth:

"Never succumb to the temptation of becoming bitter. As you press on for justice, be sure to move with dignity and discipline, using only the weapon of love. Let no man pull you so low as to hate him."

King's words and ideas lasted past the evil bullet that ended this peacemaker's days on earth. 

We are imperfect, but we can love.

1.17.07

RE-ACQUAINTING WITH THE SKYLINE

I'm lying awake in New York City after parting ways with it for almost a half a year. Trying to decipher what magnetism it is that lures me back time and time again.

Re-establishing friendship. Community.

I used to be almost petrefied of the city. Maybe it was the detail. One of my professors, a few years back, pointed something out to me that I'll always take with me. He always spoke of someone describing a room, and how most of the time, it was usually visual. Yet, as writers, we must not forget the sound, smell, touch, taste, our body, and motion as senses in addition to sight. That's why this city must have been so overwhelming at first. I like detail. Well, I used to.... until I suddenly could not take in every single color, siren, scent of the passing perfume, comfort of my warm scarf, cold breeze, and my excited heartbeat all reacting to so many different changing enviroments on every single block.

I'm no longer petrefied, or weary. In fact, I feel very at home in this city.

Blessed friendship. Community.

It's strange without the love and friendship in this place it used to be a concrete jungle. At times, I often preferred magnificent mountains, or the ocean to any manmade concrete sculpture... but then my un-mademade friends were sprinkled into this wonderful city, into another chapter. 

Another drink after dinner.

The city is aglow outside as we carry on over our glasses.

Our tongues are amazing, twisting languages into love, into compliments, into stories, and unfortunately sometimes into lies.... but tonight, mostly guidance, friendship, advice, compationship... from these words... the wind-up, the pitch... into the ear behind the plate... and tonight was a homerun in re-aquainting my friendships. Re-aquainting with this gorgeous skyline. 

And through it's conversations, stories told, and lessons learned, the future holds our new absence of error, learning from mistakes... and a hope for stronger community. A stronger and more real future.


Bed. 

Sleep.

Dream.

1.25.07

SOMEWHERE OVER THE ATLANTIC

My eyes just went misty, holding back teardrops at thiry-some thousand feet over the ocean, not for the first time, while watching a movie... on a plane... this is ridiculous... that or the director, cast, and crew accomplished their mission...

Or I want to fall in love. Not neccesarily the romantic love. Romantic love is nice, and it seems as if every five years it really gets me... I tend to fall in love with moments, with ideas, with watching people. I suppose that's where art comes in... in the case of film-making, a summary of moments strung together to dance on a screen and make us associate, feel, maybe even fantasize, or become nostalgic through another situation close or far away. Art happens in real life moments, but I didn't become misty watching conversations on the tube yesterday in London... there were beautiful moments.... but when the beautiful moments are strung together, or laid out upon a canvas, or put into a song, they're compressed somehow to make us draw upon our own circumstances to FEEL.

One year, I read Hemingway like it was a habit. Most people that really know me would question, and rightly so, why on earth I could be so addicted to such a dry author. But that was just it. I think nothing like Hemingway... yet, his simple, minimalist language took my mind to a place where it would otherwise not go. Another author could probably take me to the same bullfight in Spain, but Hemingway gave me a different experience... one of carefully chosen words. This is why I think he's a great lyricist's author. You want to say so much in a song, and most often, especially nowadays in a "pop" song, you have a limited pallette, usually two verses, a chorus, and a bridge at most. The chorus is like a thesis statement, the verses are hypothesis, and the bridge sometimes gives the songs character a multi-dimensional point of view. Yet, as much as I would like to go on and on in prose, or talking to a friend about it at the local pub, that's just the beauty of it. These simple, simple words. Only saying what needs to be said. These common every day words jumbled together in one collage.... and it's not always an autobiography. That's why artists need these moments, whether taken from life, or other art. When you can't live, read, listen, observe. Bruce Springsteen put it quite well... he talked about his life not being all that interesting... why would he write about himself when he tours around the world, plays a show, and goes home every night? He writes about the people that we KNOW.... and that is communication in art.

Sacrafice. I've learned a lot in the past few years. What's beautiful to one individual may not raise an eyebrow to his or her neighbor. Sometimes it seems like art, which really is a form of communicating, communicating emotions, can be kept introverted....

(Wait, plane is about to land. Landed. Customs. Baggage claim. Ride home. Say hi to the dudes. Dinner. Rehearsal. Sleep. Wake. Office hour. Scales. Bach. Errands...)

I'm back.... my fingers are crawling at half speed over the keypad after being outside. Getting colder, but the sky has disguised itself well today with some sunshine. Where did I leave off? Rambling about art=communication with it's internal sacrifice to produce external results. Hmmmm... I've lost count of how many songs have been submitted for this next record. I suppose there is a reason for that. Those that have invested in this must filter it's product. I believe that you may not hear some of the most beautiful songs that have been submitted, BUT they may not have any relevance to the masses. There is a reason for these less modernly formulated songs to get axed. I suppose we didn't sign a dotted line to make pretty things that we really like, it's to make ideas that many people like... or at least try to... and I suppose that's why I was in London trying to wrestle three hooks to the ground in the studio, while stepping out to the other side of an imaginary stage, imaginary car stereo system, getting into my "people" mindset and ears, not my "arty guy" mindset and ears. Communicate. My hero's in the sixties did it before turning into timeless creative giants. Focus.

Finally wrote a song about Boston for the first time in six years. I was talking to a friend who works in the film industry in Los Angeles last night. She attended college at Emerson, while I was at Berklee, then moved to pursue her career. She has, whether she knows it or I know it, revitalized my creative battery more than once. She like me, struggles with the everlasting battle of what we think is beautiful art vs. commercialized art. Maybe it's greediness, that we want to only make something that we love, whether anyone else does or not.... who knows. That's besides the point. Anyways, I was talking about what a romantic town Boston turns out to be. I always thought of Boston as a very non-sexy place, in it's brick forest... yet it's character is easy to write about. She said she missed that character... I often find myself complaining about these everlasting grey skies, yet it brings something real out of me. I told her that those grey skies and cold winds must whack me on the back until I spit out some melodies and lyrics about it. And somehow, I had to be across the ocean to write about it. Nostalgia. Maybe I did it. I associated those melodies and lyrics with something that I know and feel. Maybe I got on the other side of the fence for a moment... in the meantime, I'm going to rehearsal before this weather makes me nostalgic for a warm place that I've only visited....

2.18.07

SEASONS

The front lawn is a cemetery, with the dead spring buried beneath white, frozen snow.... so frozen that it's like it's own ice glacier. I was reading about a senator, one who once had tremendous amounts of power, years later, outside of the bold gates in Washington, looking in, wondering how power could shift so abruptly, suddenly making him an outsider. Politics and entertainment have short lived power, which is why, if one is careful, will allow his/her ideas to outlast their actual stay. Just like the dead green grass in the lawn, it's ice tombstone will melt, and the spring will live again.

...

We are having the time of our lives recording in the studio right now. It's natural. It's quick. We're in a good place. We'll see you all when the ice melts...

3.28.07

SKYLIGHTS AND SUSPENSE

The sun is setting and teasing us through the skylights at the studio. I suppose it works out being inside, in the warm climate, and pretending that the sun rays coming in foreshadow a summer... a summer of love...

The new music is pouring out of the monitors as I type, and I couldn't be more excited, because the closer we are to finishing... the closer we are to touring... the closer we are to rocking with you guys again.

I was talking to my Mom the other night about how music is merely icing on the cake in life, un-neccesary for survival , on the brink of superficiality.... YET, it can change lives. Music is meant for our souls, and brings our hearts and spirits together. 

Music is not about us, it's about you... 

...and we can't thank YOU enough for being a part of something special and for the love and support though thick and thin. Let's rock soon, shall we?

I

Since when did bands become a battlefield?  A weapon for social ladder climbing?  A means of leverage?

No one owns anyone, or owes anyone anything.

Quit fighting and start promoting.  Abandon the ship if you don't want the ship to sail.  The ship wants you aboard, but only if you're aboard to sail.  

II

I miss the tour.  I miss Damone.  I miss Atomic Tom.  I miss touring with bands that I love.  I miss everyone that was there for the right reason.  I miss the fans.  I miss the late night drives.  I miss the old friends.  I miss the community.  I miss my bandmate's musicianship.  I miss my bandmate's wit and companionship.  

Band's challenged each other to grow.  It was real.  Now it's gone.  I want it again.  

Thank you for making that week possible.  I miss it.

III

Most people don't know this, but I have been a nomad since September.  Our lease was up right before we left for a tour, so we put our belongings in storage, and headed out on the road.  While it was liberating to no longer worry about unnecessary rent while touring, I now return to... return to...the next chapter.

Some good things have come of this odd lifestyle.  I am constantly driven to set up the next "event", because going home to chill out isn't an option, minus the holiday, which was WONDERFUL seeing my family.  

This unexpected nomadic period of my life has pleasantly resulted in trips all over the world, and endless spree of projects and opportunities.  The uncomfortable situations and anxiety that come with this lifestyle fuel the drive and the creativity almost more than the early stages of my band, when I was living off of tuna sandwiches and baby carrots.  

In this "segment" I have embarked upon a stellar trip to London, ended up in the woods writing and painting, made a bizzare holiday musical, wrote country songs in Nashville, wrote art songs in New York, played some great shows with friends, got to write with a lot of friends.  Then the band we toured... shortly, but sweetly.  Then one van went to Boston, one went to Brooklyn.  I took the van to Brooklyn.  I am the luckiest person alive to have such hospitable friends.  The timeline kept spinning and I scored my friend's short film, my friends threw me a wonderful birthday celeration, and recently Kyle invited me to record in a cathedral in Charleston, South Carolina... where I turned back into my old mad composer self and was surrounded in a mess of string arrangements all night long.  I saw sunrises. The pay off was well worth it.  Now I'm in Atlanta.  Tomorrow I'm in LA.  

I never know what's next.  Maybe this is what it is to "live in the moment".  I could complain about it (and I have done my fair share of complaining about how joining a band with a marketing flaw can make you go broke... just ask Luke White- but that's another blog.. or book), but then I look at everything accomplished, and know that it's meant to be... for now, at least.  Perhaps I'll melt down and get a place in Brooklyn amongst my friends when the time is right and the time may be soon... but the time will tell.

I started a blog.... accidently posted the first thoughts... then wrote the next two chapters... then it got deleted... now I have to run... again... crap.  I'll try again later.

B

Dudes and Chicks!

 Just wanted to give you a heads up on some radness ahead:

 Make sure you order your tickets soon for The One Love Rocks NYswizzle!  This show is gonna get nutty, and you don't want to miss it!!! 

 My band, The Click Five, will be doing a mini tour coming up.  Check it: 

 Did i mention that DAMONE is playing the Boston shows, and ATOMIC TOM is going to rock the shizzy at the Blender????  It's gonna be a good little run!

 See you soon!

Ben 

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Keep posted... 

I have recently discovered the phenomenon of iLike on Facebook.  You have the ability to share songs that you enjoy, by leaving them on your friends pages.  In doing so, I have also discovered what our band's fans are listening to, as it is posted under favorite music.  I then visited my band-mates Facebook pages and looked at their favorite music (and simply listen to their iPod blast at night) as well as mine, and suddenly realized...

... there is a drastic difference.  

Nothing wrong with that at all.  It just find it very interesting, because we adore our fans, and get along quite well.  How does it match up?

So as we are listening to entirely different music, than what our band is categorized as... I am left with three hypothesis:

1.  Our band has failed to make music that sounds anything like our influences, or be placed alongside with our favorites.

2.  We are a rare breed of a power pop band (rock and roll + melodies) that succeeded to penetrate the pop culture market.

3.  Marketing has defeated music itself... whereas a schtick, image, and a great deal of photoshopping have taken priority, whereas he actual music is an extracurricular.

What do you think?

... to be continued...