To the Future! Levi's going underground
Category: Life

I haven't written a blog for a while. Hell ...I haven't written anything except a few uncompleted songs in the past weeks. I feel like maybe I just need to put pen to paper (or fingers to keys in this case) and let everyone know whats going on with me.

I need a break.

Plain and simple.

I'm not going to get a break... for a long time.
You see, my life has been CRAZY. I've done SO much, met so many people, and done things I only dreamed of doing.  For the past several years I have believed beyond a shadow of a doubt that my dream of becoming a professional recording artist was a very possible reality. But things changed. My responsiblities changed, my needs and wants changed.

The things that I thought were important in life... don't seem so important anymore. Instead I have found what I had completly lost faith in, what I thought I could never truly have. I found love.

I was talking with a friend today about how much you grow up between the years of 18 and 25. How you really become a much different person. How, if your lucky, you find yourself. It's true.

In just the last year I have changed so much and GROWN so much. I find that I have a responsiblity to myself and to my new family and to my new love, to apply myself so that I can provide for them.

This world puts alot of stress on us. Its tough to see someone you love go through such stress and have no way of helping relieve the burden.

Lets face it... I have lived the typical life of a musician. I was a bumb! A very proficient bumb, a very talented bumb- intoxicated with the dream of achieving the ultimate success, but I was a bumb non the less.

Like I said... I need a break... a break from having my dreams jerked around by so called "music professionals" and all their promises, a break from the monatunous mind dulling job I have (which they hire 16 years olds to do) a break from feeling POWERLESS as a man.

So...

Im announcing my retirement.

I have a plan. Not long ago I was on my way to being a firefighter, I worked as a volunteer ff for the City of Reedley and was making excellent progress in my field. But I let it take a backburner to my dream of music. I regret that. So I am going back to complete my training and finish what I started. Im going back for the sake of my sanity... there is nothing worse than seeing that engine go blaring by and feeling like you should be on it.

Im not quiting music. Im just going to be taking a LONG break while I get all my ducks in a row. Planning my upcoming shedule leaves... almost no time for sleep, let alone gigs.

If you dont know... the Centrals ( my last band) disbanded in March and I haven't played much since. I'll plan a show or two here and there, but for the most part you wont see me out much anymore.

If you want to see a show. Watch my gig calender. I will post my gigs there If I have them.

I was just offered a show tonight on Oct. 5th. Which will probably be the last time I will be able to play before I go underground. I suggest you try to make it to that one.

Wish me luck.

I'll be back someday.

Leviathan Tucker

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About God
Category: Religion and Philosophy

There is a huge part of my life that only those who are closest to me know about. When I was growing up I was a Jehovah's Witness. I was trained and indoctrinated since birth and was a FIRM believer that it was the way of the truth. I was wrong.

It would take many years to see that they are a very, very, successful mind controlling cult. They cut you off from the outside world completely and dictate your every move. It really is a form of communism.

Long story short. I had to escape. It took me years of guilt even after I left because I still felt that they had the truth and I was bad person for leaving.

But then I began doing my homework. In a matter of months I found enough material (hard evidence) that JWs don't have the truth

This sparked a great many questions in my mind about god and the origins of our universe, the age old questions of: Who are we? Why are we were? Who is God? Is there a God?

It would be foolish of me to say that I know the answers to those questions now. I spent my whole life telling people I knew the TRUTH. Now, It sometimes angers me about how brainwashed I was. That point aside. I'm not going to start that trend again.

At this point in my life, it is pointless for me to have a religion... I am agnostic, which means that I don't believe that you can prove god exists and I don't believe you can disprove it either.

What I have found that I have become very intrigued in, is the effects of having no religion. I always assumed that if I had no god I would be a wretched individual, self indulgent, completely selfish... and downright wicked.

That is what I was taught would happen. Well it didn't. I'm still a good person. I'm honest, giving, and fiercely protective of my family. I do whatever it takes to make our life work. I try to be a good father and I give my all. I am not wicked. Hmmm.

I'm surprised.

What then about all these people in the world who condemn each other because of religion. I know so many nice Christians who are perfectly OK with everyone but themselves burning in hellfire for a few misguided steps in life. There are several books on the market right now which I would love to read. One is Sense and Goodness without God.

I haven't read it, but just that title says a lot. I don't know if there is a god, but there is something in me that tells me its wrong to kill... Its wrong to steal... I should be kind and loving to my wife and to my children. It isn't god.

So I get angry when I see people getting "beat with the god stick."

So today I wrote another song...

Here it is.

Little Ball

By Leviathan Tucker

If you knew that the world that you lived upon was a little ball on some-body's lawn would you change - or just remain the same?

If there was no heaven to go unto and no paradise God meant for you, would you change - or just remain the same?

It is a reality I've had to face, that we don't know much about outer space and even less – about from where we came.

It is possible that our gods are myths, there is a huge gaping lack of evidence, and what we have… is likely tampered with. .

(Chorus)

Oh would change.. and see the middle line, of the glass as the molecules all decline, to condescend, they're screaming, "Yeah were all on strike! Is it half full or half empty? Just make up your mind!!

If you do your homework well enough, you'll find that you'll never ever know enough so would you change… or just remain the same?

I know that my words might you offend, but that is not the way in which they were meant, only to question… the bulbs filament.

(Chorus)

Oh would change.. and see the middle line, of the glass as the molecules all decline, to condescend, they're screaming, "Yeah were all on strike! Is it half full or half empty? Just make up your mind!

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Life and its popsicles
Current mood: excited
Category: Life

Hi,

I know I have been silent on the myspace for the last several months. It has been because life has been changing so much everyday that it has been tough to keep up. I find myself too tired at the end of the day to drag myself over to the computer and do more than check my messages... which I rarely reply to now. Forgive me. I'll try and return your message.

I think I have just been saving my energy. These comming months are going to even busier.

Amber and I have decided that I will be moving back to Reedley to rejoin my Fire Department and go through their fire academy. I will be living away from my family and its going to be a hardship. It sucks, but It must be done for my career as a firefighter... With any luck, I'll be able to get on with Fresno or Clovis Fire... hell any full time department that will take me. The pay is great and I love the job. I am SO excited to go back. I have missed being a firefighter. Every time I see smoke in the air or a fire truck rushing past code 3 (lights and sirens) my blood boils....

In that moment, my mind takes me back and I can smell the deisel of the fire engine, hear the sound of the trany pumping the water... the smell and feel of my turnouts (protective clothing), the musky smell of the facemask and the overwhelming heat of an initial attack. Lord I miss it. So I'm excited to go back.

This Job, this profession - is somthing that not everyone can do. It is a job that is very demanding, physically and mentally. I think I was made for this job. I have been told that I have an old soul. This is true. I have seen a lot of things that can enter my dreams at times and remind me of the price that anyone in emergency services must pay.
    Dealing in death...can be tough. It IS tough... but you have to learn how to deal with that and move on ... do your job.. and get home to your family.

    When I was younger and working in 9-1-1 as a dispatcher, I was first introduced to the horror of dealing with the realities of death. I remember one woman who was stabbed repeatedly while she was on the line with me. I remember feeling helpless and hearing the sounds of her die. Waiting, angry and scared for her... and knowing that all I could do was wait for the PD units I had dispatched to arrive.

Christ... I was 18.

But that is where I got my feet wet. And I wouldn't take it back. It was harder then, but I learned alot about life... and death. I was on duty when the Towers were hit on 9-11. I was sitting on the couch in dispatch and we were watching the news. Many of you had the same experience. It was just after 6 in the morning and my 24 hour shift was drawing to a close. And then the live report came on. They showed the first tower ablaze and smoking and were uncertain about the details of the accident. And then as we were watching... the second plane hit. We were all in shock.
    That morning was hell. Everyone got called into work and put on active duty... so much for me going home. With the dozens of EMTs and Paramedics on duty - there wasnt a man who didnt have a tear in his eyes. We watched in horror as the towers fell knowing full well what that meant. I think it was in those moments that I decided I would become a firefighter. I was overcome with grief for our brothers, but also proud.

I let that job and years later did become a firefighter. I could no longer stand not being able to help, trapped behind a desk. So these next months will be hard, but worth it.

Along this subject, I have written a song this week that paraphrases a conversation me and my father had years ago. It was when he could see the toll that dealing with death was taking on me. This song is about that. Here are the lyrics, I hope you enjoy.

Life is to short

By Leviathan  Tucker

My father told me son I think you've changed,

There's a cloud in your eye and I don't think It carries rain.

You used to laugh with me and shake your head,

Sometimes I fear my little boy is dead.

So tell me boy just why, little boys die this way!

And I said, And I said, And I said,

There're soldiers far abroad who fight our wars, It's not their fault their there they stay that course, and if you looked inside their eyes you'd see, that staring back at you they look like me.

Cuz when you deal in death Papa something deep inside you aches,

Lord It aches.

And he said… And he said… And he said…

Son I tried to keep you from that harm,

That's why I kept you wrapped up in my arms,

But you grew strong and tall and oh so fast,

And I knew this life was gunna' kick your ass.

So tell me boy just why, fathers have to die this way.

And I said… And I said… And I said…


Life's too short to dwell upon the pain of who we are, its too short to dwell upon the shame of who we are, Life's too short to dwell up on the pain of who we are its too short to dwell upon the shame of who we are.

He told me son I think I finally see, you've grown up to be wiser than me,

I'm proud of you I think you know its true, 'cuz you'd help a lot of people if they knew…

That life's too short to dwell upon the pain of who we are, its too short to dwell upon the shame of who we are, its too short to dwell up on the pain of who we are, its too short to dwell upon the shame of who we are!

That life's too short to dwell upon the pain of who we are, its too short to dwell upon the shame of who we are, its too short to dwell up on the pain of who we are, its too short to dwell upon the shame of who we are!

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A change

For the past several months I have been upset and mad at myself for allowing myself to gain about 50 pounds since I moved in with my fiance. Now... I keep hearing that its quite normal, but I just don't care. I've had it up to here (I'm raising my hand but you cant see it) and I'm not going to do this anymore.

I have been a fat kid my whole life.. that is until a few years ago when I decided I wanted to be a firefighter and I started working out. In about a years time I went from 278 lbs to 173 lbs. How did this happen?

I got lucky... At the time I was a reporter and happened to do a story on some WWE champions. I went down to this little hardcore out of the way gym called "rock solid" owned by a guy named ROCKY (and I'm not lying either) and did a story about how these boys were kicking some serious butt. I had a great time and the athletes were really cool with me. I talked to rocky about how I had always wanted to loose weight and my plans for becoming a firefighter. I think he could see how bad I wanted the change in my eyes. He loved the story I did for him and so he offered to train me without charge.

That's when some kick ass fighters taught me how to loose weight. Over the next several months I watched how they ate... how they worked out and how they fought. It was an incredible experience and it really changed my life. I started taking brazilian jujitsu and boxing with a guy named Randy McFarland. These guys gave me all the tools and I used them.

Now, a couple of years later, I've really let myself go. That's why last week I designed a program based off my previous workout experience and started training like a madman.

Its a 91 day training program.. 13 weeks in 5 phases of graduating workouts, combined with a strict diet. That's right... no more beer for me! I made an Excel spreadsheet with a daily log, workouts, diet, weight, etc.. and have been sticking too it very closely.

Today is day 10 and I've lost 11 pounds.  I feel more alive... every muscle hurts, but as one of my coaches once said to me... "Pain is weakness leaving the body!"

Wish me luck ... I've got to go workout now!

I'll leave you with a great quote I came across this morning.

"Champions aren't made in the gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside of them - a desire, a dream, a vision. They have last-minute stamina, they have to be a little faster, they have to have the skill, and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill."   -- Muhammad Ali

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Peace of mind
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Life

I will quit my job... one day ... in a year or two. I could spend the next five minutes of my life bitching about how much my work sucks... but I wont. Would you like to know why? It's just really not that bad.. I go to work for a couple of hours a day and make people coffee. Sure, they bitch at me... call me names.. throw drinks at me... doesn't bother me. Some people go home really happy, after all I'm the guy who gives them their caffeine... Could be worse. I could be an IRS agent. The point is... I don't have to take my work home. I don't have to think about making a fucking frappuccino once I'm in my sweet bed snuggling next to my sweet woman.

When I was the editor of a magazine... hell even when I was an active firefighter... I was always ON. Its nice to be OFF once in a while... Do you know what I mean? When your ON it doesn't matter what you do, there really is no punch card. You shut your eyes and continue to work... You clock out but worry, worry, worry!

I know many of you do. They don't pay you for that shit... its just not fair... Its like coming down off a bad trip. When Amber gets off work it takes her a good 30 minutes of bitching time to come down off the shit cloud her work puts her on.

My life has changed a lot and when your raising three kids during the day and working at night, you don't find much time to sit down. But I find I am beginning to cherish those moments when I can just let my mind be off... It is something I'm learning to do because it just hasn't happened in probably over a decade.

Why am I saying this?

Well if you read my last blog you know I recently fucked off my best friend, because honestly when it was all said and done he wasn't a friend at all. It just made me ponder the important things in life. Like peace.

I also wrote this blog to make myself feel better about the shitty amount they pay me for being on my feet for so godawful long. I have way to much experience in actual career fields to be working at Starbucks which is why I will quit my job... one day... in a year or two.  

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LEVI'S RAGING BITCH FEST
Current mood: pissed off
Category: Life

What I love about my fiance is how alike we are. For instance, she has a problem with people who prejudge and are condescendingly critical and who feel that they could do a better job of living your life than you… hm…. Guess what? I have the SAME FUCKING PROBLEM.

My problem, I think, is that I'm not an asshole, yet I continually hook my yoke up to that proverbial wagon by drafting complete moronic assholes as my friends. Its interesting to me that I tend to choose the friendship of people who feel its necessary to berate me at every turn. If you read my fiance's (Ambellina) latest blog you will see that she just came to the same conclusion that I did… No more…

The point is this…

It's not that I can't be an asshole… Oh… I could… I could do it very well. But my entire life I have stuck to a code of honesty, love, chivalry and warmth, and because I strive to exercise these qualities… I restrain myself when I should totally verbally destroy someone. And oh how I can.

I am so tired of peoples self righteous bullshit… the whole " I am closer to god than you" attitude. I think what keeps me from responding to such explosions of stupidity though, is that I'm more intelligent than most of my friends. I could destroy them in under 40 words.. maybe 20. Its an unfair advantage… instead.. I allow them to let them think they are better than me and treat me like their little bitches…

And do you know why? Because it would hurt them. And I don't like hurting any one's feelings… but you know what? Apparently my friends don't give a FUCK about my feelings….

So FUCK EM!

No more Mr. Nice guy. After fucking off my best friend of 5 years last night after he told me exactly what I should do with my life and how I'm wrong and I'm not getting into the kingdom of God and exactly what I should have done when my parents divorced, exactly how wrong my dad is for divorcing my mother (even though she tried to run him over with her car- a fact he doesn't know) and how I should have taken care of my mother and stepped up instead of letting my little brother do it even thought what he doesn't know is that my mother is extremely paranoid delusional right now and I believe she is schizophrenic and needs to be hospitalized. But he knows best apparently, so much so that he felt he could call me a pussy?

Pussy?

Really? Huh…. Yeah… well. You deal with your parents divorcing, your mother trying to commit suicide, the man you respect as your father becoming the shell of the man he used to be, your mother not even being the woman you know, loosing your job, your uncle's suicide, trying to leave a cult religion, and losing your finance all at the same time… and … well… I guess I'm just a pussy.

One really, really, pissed off pussy!

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Levi Tucker is entering text
Category: Blogging

I never thought that it would happen! Let me ask you, how many times in your life have you thought," I am NOT going to be like my parents!"? That's what I thought!

Today I was dropping my girls off at the bus stop and my one of my little ones bumped her arm and of course she said that her arm was broken. Now as interesting a story that is, what came next mortified me! Without letting a second go by I said, "Great! How much is that going to cost me?"

As soon as the words were out of my mouth I realized I sounded just like my father. Now don't get me wrong, I love my Dad, and for the most part I think that he was a great father to my brothers and I. The point, however, is that he constantly fretted over money because we never had any and he would always complain about how much money we had, so much so that I have a serious complex about finances.

I remember working hard one summer mowing lawns in the deadly heat and saving all my money. Then we needed that money for rent one day and my dad "borrowed" it from me. After some months went by I asked for it back. I was promptly reminded of how much money he spent on me since the moment of my inception in my mothers womb. Yeah... that's right... I never got it back.

So I am just a little disappointed in myself right now. I hope my kids don't grow up thinking they don't want to be like me... but I think they will... don't all kids? I don't really think it matters how good a parent you are... the good deeds wont be remember. Its only the things that your kids find traumatic. Not much you can do is there!

Currently listening : This Is a Long Drive for Someone with Nothing to Think About By Modest Mouse Release date: 09 April, 1996

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The rantings of a hasbeen blogger
Category: Blogging

Hi, I'm back… its been a while since I've written a "real" blog, something for my fellow blog friends to really sink their teeth into. I've gotten a few emails from some superblogers who occasionally stop in to peer at my meager collections of kudos and comments. I had become something of a cult flavor… But what can I say… Life happens and you find yourself overwhelmed with shit you need to get done… and then you just lay down and go to sleep instead. I used to join my wifey (Ambellina) in taking my bloging to "an athletic level" according to my friend Brian.

I'm just too tired to blog anymore!

I find that I am constantly sleep deprived. In fact its getting ridiculous. For instance: I go to bed around one or two in the morning because that's the only time I can really shut down. And lately, this has really been kicking my ass. If you don't know… I have three wonderful kids… who don't require normal amounts of sleep. In fact, the sleep patterns of my 5 year old would have any research scientist knocking on my door. (wait… will they pay you for that?)

Take this morning for instance!

4:58 AM:  I am soundly dreaming about being blown away by the 49ers finally winning another super bowl (don't laugh, its going to happen again!) and I am rudely awakened by pounding on the bedroom door. It takes a second to be whisked out of my premium stadium seats and slammed back into my body where I hear my little boys voice: "Daddy, can I have some cereal?"  At this point I am laboring to gaze in the direction of my large face digital clock and it takes a second for the giant red blur to turn into the unmistakable 4:58 AM.

I don't know about you, but when I am awakened at 4:58 am after maybe 3 hours of sleep, I'm a little grumpy. I believe my reply was something to the tune of "GO TO SLEEP, ITS FIVE IN THE MORNING….. ITS FIVE IN THE MORNING, ITS FIVE IN THE MORNING! GOOOOOOOO TOOOOOOO SLEEEEEEEP!!!!!!

An hour later Amber (or Ambellina as many of you know her) is up already hard at work on her first blog. I'm laying in bed like a corpse dreaming im touring Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory when it happens again. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. At this point, I have to give the tike credit, the daddy thing didn't work out to well for him last time so he clears his throat and with the vocal dexterity of a seasoned opera singer tries his mother. "MOMMY?! CAN I HAVE SOME CERIAL?

Ouch… It just hurts you know?

Amber felt obligated to feed her offspring so she went to the kitchen to poor him a bowl. I roll over and cover my head with the pillow and hold my breath for what I'm certain is about to happen. In slow motion I can see the first neon colored  cheerio slide out of the box and fall towards the bowl. In my head it sprouts a little face and as it fall it laughs like a maniac. "Fuck you Levi!" it screams in glee! And then it happens. It hits the bowl with a loud "TING!"

Instantly I hear the thudding of little heals as the girls jump from their bunk beds. Like a tiny herd of sugar junkies they pound their little heels into the hollow wooden floor so that every footstep slams through my door and pounds through my pillow and finds my ears. And then more pouring of cereal, and then the spoons… ahhhhhh the SPOONS… I don't think there can be a more annoying sound than the clanking of spoons on porcelain bowls. But wait, that's not all…

As the sugar begins to take hold of the children, tempers flare, tears fall, fights break out and end momentarily, wars erupt, there is screaming and crying. Children must be coddled and scolded.

I rise. For one second I allow my self to indulge in a very grumpy face. Then I put on my smile and get to dadying. This is how every morning is started in my house. Its not bad, its normal, it just keeps getting earlier and earlier every day. So how do I stop this from happening? You cant. I take solace in the fact that their mother is HOT. A night with mom means a morning with the kids, fair trade… ill take that.

Anyhow, what was I saying?

Currently watching : Zathura (Widescreen Edition) Release date: 14 February, 2006

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My Myspace is broken

Yep... i cant send any messages or comments. I cant reply to messages sent to me or anything... I can post bullitens and blogs though. If you want to leave me a message that I can return... do so on my band page... its www.myspace.com/wearethecentrals

Please add this profile because it will be my new Main page until myspace fixes this one.

Take it easy,

your pal,

Levi Tucker

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My new band - The Centrals
Category: Music

It's all led up to this!

I have formed a new band... It is called "The Centrals" I named it this because we are all central valley boys... Simple I know, but I have always favored the simple.

The music is the same music that many of you know from my solo projects and past work with the Carnivores... its just better now. Why? Well because with a new name comes a new face, well, two to be exact. I give you our new drumer, Brett Johns, and new guitarist and singer Will Bollman who many of you know as a well rooted musician from the Tower District.

It is my great honor to have these musicians join me in my everlasting jorney of music.

To see our debut as "The Centrals" come out to the Starline, in the tower district, on Jan. 17th.... we will be the featured band of the electric open mic night!

Take care,

Levi Tucker

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Man Law on the windy
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

There comes a time in every mans life when he is torn by what the world deems as socially acceptable and his own pride which stems from a deep genetic fasination with the obscene!

Last night was one such night.

Now if you ask any of my friends or loved ones they will tell you just what a gentleman I really am... however... even the most noble are subject to the laws that govern the inner boy in every man...the MAN LAW.

This law has been widley popularized by Millers commercials on man law handed down by the Men of the Square Table.

So... last night I invited my fellow band member and close friend Matt Molten over for our christmas eve dinner... 3 pizza hut pizzas and hefenwizen!

Needles to say we were merry... I ate at least 7 pieces of pizza and drank to my hearts content.... this however did not bode well for my fiance. You see, when a man ingests large amounts of pizza and heavy beer, there are certain side affects on his digestive system, namely, gas.

Now... here is my delima...

Every man when in a social setting will politly try and squeeze his buttocks and clenche so as to not offend the atmosphere of a festive gathering... this is only polite. So last night, I was VERY polite. However on another level... when with very very familiar people such as other guys... a man will take great pride in his level of flatulence... this is only natural though I know women will never understand this.

After the night was over and matt left me and my fiance hit the hay. We were very tired from all the work these last few days has forced us to partake in.

I fell right asleep next to my honey and soon she was out too.

Around 4:30 this moring I awoke to the sound of her fingers typing and I saw she was wide awake on myspace. I thought this was odd as she is a VERY heavy sleeper.  But I was tired so I rolled over and went back to sleep.

hehe.. so this morning she starts telling me about this dream she has and how in the dream she started holding her breath because she was in a room that was filling up with water... she then broke a window and the water started clearing out of the room and letting air in... In the dream she is trying to save a boy who has been trapped in this house... as the "fresh" air starts pooring into the house, she is overcome by a STRONG smell. She turns to the boy and starts blaming him for the smell which he keeps denying... (see what I mean about the social settings?)   anyway...the smell continues to strengthen until finally she wakes up. So amber wakes up to find that the stench is still with her.      SCORE!  Levi 1, Amber 0

Now.... my delima.. should I be ashamed, or should I be proud... all you girls will write and say I should be ashamed... but come on guys.... it was soooo bad .... IT WOKE HER UP! LMAO

I am not ashamed... I AM PROUD! Amber doesnt wake up for anything when she is out.

So boys....

New man law...

If you are politely watch your wind in social settings this is admarable. However... If you are unconsicous and happen to make the "no no" you have every right to be proud of your manly creation.

Merry Christmas my bruthas!

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Set backs and obstacles
Category: Music

Ok....

Every now and then we are all confronted by obstacles. As an artist this can be frustrating. Christmas has rolled around again and its the time of giving and good will towards all right? Cool!

Not cool.

Our (recently) former band manager just decided to find Jesus (which I have absolutely no problem with) which has given him some inner peace... I am happy for him. What I am NOT happy about is that he has decided to give our multi thousand dollar PA to a church. He can do that... he bought it. Very noble. However, this just leaves us with one tiny little problem

WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GUNNA PLAY SHOWS WITH?

If I wasn't so poor and struggling to make money for presents for my three kids... this wouldn't be such a huge problem.

There is one ray of hope though.... I haven't checked my lotto ticket yet.

If that doesn't pan out... I have to figure out a way to come up with a pa since we have NOTHING to play on. My guitar amp crapped out a long time ago and our one saving grace is that I would play directly through the pa. Now I don't even have that option. There are a lot of people who want us to play and now we cant even PRACTICE with our drummer, let alone, play a show.

I'm racking my brain right now trying to figure out what we are going to do. Its frustrating because we have written some great new songs over the past 3 weeks and we are on the brink of playing these at shows.

The only thing I can come up with is creating some kind of fundraiser so we can raise some money for gear.

Does anyone have any ideas?

I keep telling myself this is only temporary and there has to be a way out of this. After all, what doesn't destroy you only makes you stronger right?

Let me know if you come up with any ideas.

Your pal,

Levi

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Where's the easy button?
Category: Blogging

Once in a while you have to stop and wonder ... "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Amber and I have been really sick for the past several days. I need a new pair of lungs because this set has really let me down. I stayed up all night coughing and the only thing the Tylenol PM did was make me feel like I have a train chained to my ass, since I didnt sleep.

I am getting my kids ready for school right now and they are crying about the clothes they dont want to wear.

OH LOOK>.... its FROZEN outside.

GOTA go warm up the car.... brb.

back... ok... car was soo cold and frosted over it almost didnt start! Now I have to take Amber and the kids to work and school and pick up Matt because we need to practice today. We have two shows coming up. One saturday and one on Tuesday. I feel like I at least have bronchitus. Shouldnt there be an easy button. Why cant there be a big red button that just makes it all easier. *SIGH*

So how are you?  

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My Shop of Rock!
Category: Music

Stoked!!

Thats the only word I can use to describe how I feel about opening my new online store - My official shop of Rock Apparel and other cool gear!

Check it out guys and tell me what you think... I am designing new stuff everyday and if there is something you wanna see.. just hit me up!

Go here to check it out!

Levi Tuckers Shop of Rock!

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Today is what we want it to be!
Category: Music

First off,

Today is Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I guess this is the day that we are supposed to be thankful for the things that we have?

What are you thankful for? Post it as a reply to this blog!

I am personally thankful for my family and my friends. My entire myspace experience has been great, meeting new people and promoting my music so that one day all the hard work that we have put forth will bear some fruit. I am thankful for my wonderful Queen, Amber. I am thankful for my three sweet children...

And I am thankful for you!

I have recently been trying very hard to promote my music and playing my heart out for the crowds. Many of you have joined me in my quest for success. Your support and love has done much to keep me motivated and working hard to accomplish great things. All of you who have sent me a message or comment about my music and urge me to continue, you, you have helped me to keep working. Please forgive me if I haven't had a chance to get back to your comment or message. I read them all, but I am very busy ... and I have dail up! DAMN AOL!

THIS WEEKS NEWS:

Matt and I have been very busy this week. We started work on three new songs... Thats right... we just cant stop ourselves! We are practicing again tomorrow for a show we have at starbucks on DEC 5th. Im not excited about this show... because Im not really playing my stuff. I'll be playing *sigh* christmas music. I dont know any right now ... ill have to play it all on sax and learn it before that Tuesday. We'll do it, Im just not happy about it....Yes. I am broke... I have sold the "f" out! I need the money!

Nuff about that... I am proud to announce that this week we launched our STREET TEAM. It's called "Army of the Carnivore." We launched it on the 19th and it already has 240 members and we are very excited. The "Carnivore Corps" as we call it, is taking shape. Members are responsible for promoting through word of mouth, reposting bullitens, putting our music on their page, and other activites. So far, its going well!

We have a show coming up that I am very excited about. On DEC 2 we will be playing in Reedley at THE PUB. I used to live in Reedley so its going to be very fun to go "back home" and play one of my old watering holes. I had always wanted to play there, but never got in... so this is very, very cool!

Thanks again and dont forget to post about what your thankful for!

Take care,

Your pal Levi Tucker

P.S.

If you would like to help me promote our music please join the Army of the carnivore here! Army of the Carnivore

We also have a fan group so if you would like to join, go here Levi Tucker Fans

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