Updated: 2/28/10

http://www.myspace.com/lost_cause_not_a_hero

"Woman In The Window" - Perry Farrell's Satellite Party feat. Jim Morrison. Do yourself a favor and listen to the most serene and heartfelt Morrison song ever created. RIP


First and foremost, If you wish to send me a message feel free. I love talking to people. Please don't address going "wow you're cute/hot/etc...." and say more than just "hi" or "how're you". An intelligent conversation never hurts ;)

So I'm 22, A mixture of crust punk, grunge, L.A. underground, and folk mixed into one package. I also happen to be the ONLY 2/5 Sioux Indian, 2/5 Roman Italian, and 1/5 Celtic person on the face of the earth...kinda nifty eh?

Blues, folk, and ragtime are my favorite genres of music.
I hope to have a career as a singer/songwriter in the future with those styles.

Before those were my favorites i dabbled in playing hardcore and even some screamo back in the day.
Speaking of screams, I used to scream like Dallas..
You know, back when underOATH had a good screamer.
But a teenage life of drugs, newports, and whiskey mixed with practicing all day everyday will make you cough up blood during what would become your last show on vocals...

Now I just play my guitar (She's a Strat, because there's no point in owning any other guitar) to the sounds of the world around me.
Though if I can get Seratonin back together we're gonna finish our "new genre"
And it's going to keep blowing your fucking minds...
Grungecore is coming, and while you make fun of the thought we're playing shows and outselling the biggest names in your underground...
Suck on that..
Because let's face it..
Breecore should be euthanized.
(And fuck you Rose Funeral for selling out)

It's been awhile since I updated this, so here's an update on all my religious/philosophical/and general life ideals.

Anarchism is a waste of time. I spent years craving and believing in something that can never happen in the world we dwell in. It's the best dream we can conjure, but it's destined to never be.

Religion is simple. I follow the ways of my ancestors (aka i'm half Sioux). Believe in one thing only, the great spirit. Don't give it a title, don't try to understand, just know that the spirit is there.

I've led one of the most fucked up teenage lives of anyone I know or have come in contact with. Juvi, mental institutions, the hardest drugs, sex, violence, and a gutter punk mentality are just flakes from the tip of the iceberg. If you see this and you're like me, grow up. You won't listen, I know I didn't, but I hope you can see the error in those ways before I did.

Folk music and blues have really changed my outlook on most things. I grew up on the music, but never took the time to appreciate it. That being said, I encourage you to listen to these artists, because to understand me you have to understand my taste in music. If you can do that, you'll be the first to take that claim to fame.

-Towns Van Zandt
-Kris Kristofferson
-Johhny Cash
-Woody/Arlo Guthrie
-Bob Dylan
-Donovan
-David Bowie
-Pete Seeger
-Leadbelly
-Paul Simon
-Mason Jennings


While you're at it, I recommend only one song.
"Waiting Around To Die" by Towns Van Zandt
If that song doesn't move you, you neither have a heart nor an appreciation for what music should still be.


If you're a fan of any of them, especially the ones with no claim to fame, please message me. It's not often I'm blessed with an intelligent musical conversation.

My musical taste is far past those select few. Though my music taste has shifted towards them; Grindcore, satano metal, '77 punk, grunge, alternative, and classic jazz will always have a special place in my heart.

Is that not enough for you?
Well I'm me.
I'm transitioning into a better person i'd like to believe. The temptations of the flesh, nose, vein, lungs, and liver mean nothing to me. Spend enough time as a slut and a junkie and you'll not only lose your self respect, but your desire to feel any euphoria.
I don't want your happiness, in fact I don't want any period. I'm here for you. I'm here to make you happy. I spent my entire life loving only myself and my drugs and it got me nowhere. I've learned to truly receive one must give their all. In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make...or however that shitty Beatles song goes...Very true regardless.
I'm a fucking trainwreck, but i'm the most sincere person you'll ever meet. Love me or hate me, my life goes on. It's your loss sweetheart, not mine.

I love you all...


A COPYRIGHTED poem written by me....DONT STEAL IT AND CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN
"Manifest Destiny"

A father son and holy ghost
Religion followed by all of most
Genocide and Power, Corruption with "love"
Yet Jarhead kills for the country above
Dying for your states, your morals forgotten
Enslaving all races to pick your cotton
Killing Cherokees after harvesting your beans
Because they didn't share your domented dreams
We believed in the earth, sky, universe, and galaxy
And in the greater spirit, the one who concieved me
The gift of our life which you so easily decimiated
Destorying our dreams not to be annihiliated
You bashed in our heads and outlawed our prayers
Taking our lives when we never took theirs
Our men burned in thriteen as your sacrifice
For the twelve disciples and the one called Christ
We helped you survive in the dead of winter
Yet you took my life, burning me as a sinner
We were the ones that needed to be dehumanized?
Only so your murder and lust could be justified
Take your baby killing god and leave me be
I want no part in your 'cleansing' killing spree
No land for my people, our bloodlines are fading
No need to ever argue, these facts need no debating
Columbus kills, getting a holiday for his 'trouble'
Burning our villages into piles of soot an rubble
Indians nude, ridiculous prices always paying
Looking to us for porn, all for your masteurbating
The hatred of Jahova I welcome with open arms
For your peons destroyed our Teepee's for barns
I despise your Jesus and i'll rape your Mary
I expose the truth on lies that tortured so many
Take your religious oppression and shove it up your ass
For the rest of my days you'll only hear me sass
America the beautiful, more like the opresser
I will never stand and salute, responding with "yes, sir!"
I am the voice of my ancestors, cries you can't erase
I see blood on the hands of your master race