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ALL TIME LOW PRESENTS THE SHIT WE NEVER FUCKING PLAY TOUR
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here’s a clip of me singing ‘if it means a lot to you’ by a day to remember omg this is so bad why am i even posting this don’t hurt me please lol
I love your voice! this is going to my music tag
omfg what really aw
omg your voice is sjahdajh i cant even describe it ugh you’re amazing
why have 129 people listened to this omg that’s so scary ahh hahaha
You should be a singer! You have a wonderful voice. :)
aw omg i wish
Yeah, I just got chills. This is perf.
no way omfg thank you so much what
Omfg this is perf
HANNAH YOUR VOICE IS PERF.
GUYS STOP AW ILY
“I live with my parents, ‘cause i’m broke ‘cause you all download our music you bastards.”
“joking i don’t really care” LIES FRANCESCHI
(via hedgehogprincess)
things josh franceschi hates
Alex Gaskarth reading an angry letter from Hank “Hitman” Hart.
Hey parents, I’m watching you. And if I see anyone complaining…this guitar? Yeah, wailing it at your face.
you can’t just sing the maine like you usually sing. no. you have to sing it like john o’callaghan. so grab a fake microphone and start jerking your head away from it while singing like this…’she cud be muhhny, cahhrs, feear of da dahrk’
concerts don’t last one night, & tours don’t last a week, a month, or a year; they last a lifetime. they come back to you every time you listen to an artist you’ve seen live. when the music is streaming through the speakers, the memories are streaming through your heart. you remember the people you were around, the die-hard fans, and the feeling you got in your stomach when the stage lit up, the crowd went crazy, & the band ran on stage to start the show. you remember singing along & screaming your heart out when he was telling a story, while the crowd looks on in awe at the man they think is a god; whose music got them through the toughest times in their life. a concert stays with you forever. & you know that you will miss getting sweaty jumping around with complete strangers, getting shoved in a mosh-pit, & trying to scream loud enough for the gods on stage to hear you. it doesn’t matter whether you were front row, backstage, on the ground fighting your way to the front, or the absolute worst seat in the house; because you know that when the lights go off, & the music comes on, you get butterflies no matter where you are. as soon as the drummer hits the bass as hard as they can, & you feel not only the vibrations, but the compassion, the love; & the reality of it all hits you square in the face, & you were ready for it. you were ready for it since the second you bought that ticket. it hits you in the face, & it hits you in the chest, it takes your breath away, & all you can do is scream. scream to show you love it, & you will remember those butterflies for the rest of your life.
“Who are they?” Rian asks his 15 year old daughter. “Jake and Adam, the lead singer and guitarist of my favorite band, duh”, she answers. “Oh, well, who is the drummer?” he continues. “I don’t know”, she replies. “You don’t know…” he whispers, as the painful memories of being unknown surface.
