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‘Tis true.

Thanks everyone- people in the polaroids and those who enjoyed looking at them over the last year.

Thanks everyone- people in the polaroids and those who enjoyed looking at them over the last year.

“Just got a 35mm camera. Not sure how much longer I’ll shoot polaroids…”- Page 6 of Journal #9 (June 3rd, 2005 - January 10th, 2007)

“Just got a 35mm camera. Not sure how much longer I’ll shoot polaroids…”

- Page 6 of Journal #9 (June 3rd, 2005 - January 10th, 2007)

“Played a show in Sudbury last weekend and it was out of control. The show was good enough except some kid in the crowd accidentally hit the mic into my mouth and it tore my lip good. I knew at that time that I needed stitches but I didn’t have a clue where the hospital was so I let it slide but then it got bad a few days later and turned into mouth infection which was misdiagnosed at a clinic and then got into my lungs and turned into pneumonia so I had to go to the hospital. That sucked but it did get me out of a couple of exams which was great. ‘Cause Sudbury is sorta Billy’s hometown, he flew off the rails. I remember him eating a mouth full of pills after the set and being fucked up. I was wasted and I think we then went to get bottle service at his friend’s club then ended up at a house party. It’s hazy but I remember that at the house Billy stumbled backwards and fell into a laundry hamper and his arms and legs were sticking out the top of it then it split- like right out of a cartoon- and his was starfished out on the floor. At some point I guess he was running around using a road cone like a trumpet. It must’ve looked like the crazies escaped from the mental asylum.”- Page 18 of Journal #6 (November 17th, 2001- July 17th, 2002)

“Played a show in Sudbury last weekend and it was out of control. The show was good enough except some kid in the crowd accidentally hit the mic into my mouth and it tore my lip good. I knew at that time that I needed stitches but I didn’t have a clue where the hospital was so I let it slide but then it got bad a few days later and turned into mouth infection which was misdiagnosed at a clinic and then got into my lungs and turned into pneumonia so I had to go to the hospital. That sucked but it did get me out of a couple of exams which was great. ‘Cause Sudbury is sorta Billy’s hometown, he flew off the rails. I remember him eating a mouth full of pills after the set and being fucked up. I was wasted and I think we then went to get bottle service at his friend’s club then ended up at a house party. It’s hazy but I remember that at the house Billy stumbled backwards and fell into a laundry hamper and his arms and legs were sticking out the top of it then it split- like right out of a cartoon- and his was starfished out on the floor. At some point I guess he was running around using a road cone like a trumpet. It must’ve looked like the crazies escaped from the mental asylum.”

- Page 18 of Journal #6 (November 17th, 2001- July 17th, 2002)

“I asked Dave if he could jump off a thing ‘cause it would look like he was flying so he jumped off of it and it looks like he’s flying.”- Page 3 of Journal #4 (April 14th, 2000 - December 19th, 2000)

“I asked Dave if he could jump off a thing ‘cause it would look like he was flying so he jumped off of it and it looks like he’s flying.”

- Page 3 of Journal #4 (April 14th, 2000 - December 19th, 2000)

“This is Racebannon from Indianapolis. We toured with them this past summer, and it was a blast- such nice kids. Mike, their singer actually inspired me to buy a polaroid camera. He had one with him on that tour and we’d always be walking around and he’d stop to shoot images. I thought it was neat and he could tell I was interested so he passed me the camera once and was like, “Have a go!”. I blasted off one photo and was immediately hooked. I think I bought a polaroid camera the day I got home from that tour, and have been shooting ever since. Anyway, was so nice to catch up with these guys. I fucking love their tunes- it’s like this wild mix of jazz, funk and hardcore. They dropped a new song in Massachusetts tonight where Mike started like scream beat boxing and it pretty much blew my mind. Initially, I was like, “Whoa, who does this?” and it just really inspired me to push my creativity. I just thought it was rad that they’re punks turning punk music on its head- that’s like double punk. You know, I love punk but it has unwritten rules so I really dig when bands shit on the rules and do their own thing. Mike and I have actually been corresponding lately about starting an experimental noise band together that’s entirely electronic. Just a desire to basically create unlistenable, brutal noise. It’d be so much easier to launch this project if we didn’t live a million miles apart but I think we can do it..”- Page 20 of Journal #2 (January 1st, 1999 - July 17th, 1999)

“This is Racebannon from Indianapolis. We toured with them this past summer, and it was a blast- such nice kids. Mike, their singer actually inspired me to buy a polaroid camera. He had one with him on that tour and we’d always be walking around and he’d stop to shoot images. I thought it was neat and he could tell I was interested so he passed me the camera once and was like, “Have a go!”. I blasted off one photo and was immediately hooked. I think I bought a polaroid camera the day I got home from that tour, and have been shooting ever since. Anyway, was so nice to catch up with these guys. I fucking love their tunes- it’s like this wild mix of jazz, funk and hardcore. They dropped a new song in Massachusetts tonight where Mike started like scream beat boxing and it pretty much blew my mind. Initially, I was like, “Whoa, who does this?” and it just really inspired me to push my creativity. I just thought it was rad that they’re punks turning punk music on its head- that’s like double punk. You know, I love punk but it has unwritten rules so I really dig when bands shit on the rules and do their own thing. Mike and I have actually been corresponding lately about starting an experimental noise band together that’s entirely electronic. Just a desire to basically create unlistenable, brutal noise. It’d be so much easier to launch this project if we didn’t live a million miles apart but I think we can do it..”

- Page 20 of Journal #2 (January 1st, 1999 - July 17th, 1999)

“When guys drink, they’re sweaty and disgusting. When girls drink, they’re like adorable cherubs that smell of lilac.”- Page 7 of Journal #6 (November 17th, 2001- July 17th, 2002)

“When guys drink, they’re sweaty and disgusting. When girls drink, they’re like adorable cherubs that smell of lilac.”

- Page 7 of Journal #6 (November 17th, 2001- July 17th, 2002)

“Billy almost made me shit my pants the over night. He smoked a bazillion joints at band practice and we got to talking about the band. Anyway, I’ve never seen Billy so stoned and he was like, “We gotta do something BIG to promote the band.” I was like, “Ya, sure. What’s your idea?”. He then dropped the most hilarious, outlandish plan I’ve ever heard. It was so insane that I couldn’t believe it. Cue drum roll- Bill said we should somehow make Bigfoot-styled foot print molds in some kind of ‘form’ and attach these to the bottom of some shoes AND walk around Mount Pleasant Cemetery leaving sasquatch foot impressions in damp soil all over the place. Bill then predicted that people would report the footprints to the authorities and the city would go wild with sasquatch fever, and it would be all over the TV, radio and papers. Then, when the fever was at its peak, we’d go magician-style and pull off the sheet and reveal- through a press release- that “Sasquatch foot prints were done by The Abandoned Hearts Club. Check out their new album…”, and media everywhere would run the story, people would cheer and we’d be like Bon fucking Jovi big. After he told us the plan- which took like 14 minutes because he was so baked and kept hashing it out as he told it- there was a silence then a huge ‘BAAHH HAHAHAHA’ from the entire band. I think RJ was literally rolling on the floor with laughter and Billy’s face then sorta scrunched up when it dawned on him that what he suggested was mondo fucking retarded. I don’t think he’ll ever live that one down. I just love that he cooked something up like that, like that in his baked brain it seemed like a real legit plan.”- Page 16 of Journal #6 (November 17th, 2001- July 17th, 2002)

“Billy almost made me shit my pants the over night. He smoked a bazillion joints at band practice and we got to talking about the band. Anyway, I’ve never seen Billy so stoned and he was like, “We gotta do something BIG to promote the band.” I was like, “Ya, sure. What’s your idea?”. He then dropped the most hilarious, outlandish plan I’ve ever heard. It was so insane that I couldn’t believe it. Cue drum roll- Bill said we should somehow make Bigfoot-styled foot print molds in some kind of ‘form’ and attach these to the bottom of some shoes AND walk around Mount Pleasant Cemetery leaving sasquatch foot impressions in damp soil all over the place. Bill then predicted that people would report the footprints to the authorities and the city would go wild with sasquatch fever, and it would be all over the TV, radio and papers. Then, when the fever was at its peak, we’d go magician-style and pull off the sheet and reveal- through a press release- that “Sasquatch foot prints were done by The Abandoned Hearts Club. Check out their new album…”, and media everywhere would run the story, people would cheer and we’d be like Bon fucking Jovi big. After he told us the plan- which took like 14 minutes because he was so baked and kept hashing it out as he told it- there was a silence then a huge ‘BAAHH HAHAHAHA’ from the entire band. I think RJ was literally rolling on the floor with laughter and Billy’s face then sorta scrunched up when it dawned on him that what he suggested was mondo fucking retarded. I don’t think he’ll ever live that one down. I just love that he cooked something up like that, like that in his baked brain it seemed like a real legit plan.”

- Page 16 of Journal #6 (November 17th, 2001- July 17th, 2002)

“Toronto’s got a statue that commemorates trying to suck your own dick. Word up.”- Page 11 of Journal #5 (December 19th, 2000 - November 6th, 2001)

“Toronto’s got a statue that commemorates trying to suck your own dick. Word up.”

- Page 11 of Journal #5 (December 19th, 2000 - November 6th, 2001)

“Usually when I have no money, I have mo problems but now I got mo money AND Dave naked on my couch rubbing my green notes all over his sack. So, it struck me- Biggie was right. You DO have mo problems when you have mo money.”- Page 8 of Journal #5 (December 19th, 2000 - November 6th, 2001)

“Usually when I have no money, I have mo problems but now I got mo money AND Dave naked on my couch rubbing my green notes all over his sack. So, it struck me- Biggie was right. You DO have mo problems when you have mo money.”

- Page 8 of Journal #5 (December 19th, 2000 - November 6th, 2001)