fed up//Grew up on lost Los Angeles. Mutherz, Doorz, skatebordz, X, danjerhauz, reddkkkrrroozzz, venice beech, SST, th’ berdz, jane’s, hippeez, littel ffeete, sum ded, germz…purple hue vapor encrusted over smog-detached heavy fits. pasadena pot perfume cuttin’ through the vapors…it was the screaming sounds of the 110…the 5…rumble bumble jumbled up around the ears at night. never any silence here. played sum punk rok in high school…fuked around with jazz and got bored fast…16/17: that’s jailbait. who wants to wait around for a solo?…Kicked into gear once i ran it to santa cruz and saw Mr. Chaz’s 6 O’s blow out the leftover candles from the 70’s at the Drop-In Center; locals(at said time) Comets on Fire, The Lowdown, & Loyal Sons & Daughters peeled the paint off the normal rooms they fuk’d with in that town. in Santa Cruz, I started this Residual Echoes summerluvin:2003 two weeks before our first show at a 4th of July flag bernin’. once those initial summertime garage band shows(which subsequently stopped after our first drummer hightailed it back to LA to make cummershalz), the name “Residual Echoes” was going to be set aside for recordings…It wuzn’t s’post to be a ‘regular’ band…but the big bordum bug bit and ennui set into the id…only thing to do was beat this muse senseless and keep on truckin’ play live play loud mutherfucker… t