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I think we missed the train to mars

There is a single moment from this trip that I will remember for the rest of my life.

I will remember that it was between nine and ten in the evening, and that Phoenixs’ weather had treated me to a mid 60’s day. I will remember that this weather in December just didn’t seem right to me, and probably never will. I will remember that there were no clouds, I will remember that I know this because I wasstaring up at the stars. I will remember that I was doing this because I was lying down, and that I was lying down on a gigantic beanbag chair. I will remember that I was in a VIP Area, acting very un-VIP-like, because I really didn’t care. I remember hoping I could keep every detail fresh in my mind forever.

But I know that I won’t….because the clearest detail is already starting to overshadow the others. It’s easily brushing those other memories from my mind, erasing them because it overpowers them.

The reason I know that I won’t clearly remember all of those things is because I know that I’ll only remember one thing about that night……..I got to see Counting Crows, and it was f’ing phenominal.

Other than that, the Phoenix trip was totally and completely, mindblowingly awesome. The people in Arizona have nice weather that is perfect for….well, reptiles. However terrible it must be there in summer, it really is great in December where someone like me can go and enjoy a day that tops out at 70 degrees…..just a few f’ing weeks before Christmas! I love it.
Another thing that’s different about Phoenix is it’s total lack of green. I happen to like grass and trees, but when you live in the middle of the desert, you don’t see much of either. They actually have grass FARMS where they have to grow it for the golfs courses, businesses and lawn-mower industry. Grass farms. Wierd.

However odd Phoenix seemed to me, it did have at least one thing in common with Cincinnati; at our show there were about a kajillion people singing along with Normal Life when we started playing it. Now, don’t get me wrong; there were definitely a few who were singing along to ALL of the songs, and definitely a few who weren’t singing to ANY of the songs. However, when we started playing Normal Life, there was a decided shift in energy among the people in attendance. A decided upward shift.

And it was good.

That’s really all the rambling I’ve got. We’ll see everyone in Memphis, and then in the big Cincinnati show. Anyone who comes to the Cincinnati show should probably bring protective headgear, because that night is going to be so awesome that I’m liable to flip out and headbutt you just because I’m having such a good time. You have been warned.

Magnetically Yours,
S

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bowing out (amos)

finally I get to write a journal page. which is not without a sense of dramatic irony, because I am saying hello to say goodbye.

with a minimum of pomp and/or circumstance, the show this past weekend at the Scarlet & Grey in Columbus was my last show with July for Kings. I did not mean to be dishonest with those of you who asked me directly (actually, at the time I wasn’t sure officially) whether it was, and I apologize. I really didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

to put to bed any rumors, allegations, accusations, etc.: i am NOT leaving because T wouldn’t put out. quite the opposite. I have been playing with other artists since I began with JFK back in July, and it has become difficult to the point of impossible to keep all of these commitments. in a decision the difficulty of which I wish I could express, I decided to step down from playing with July for Kings. if I could have the cake and eat it, too, I would. I like cake.

I wish the guys nothing but the best in the future, and hope to be around for the shows (probably with Sam & Aaron in the “ex-members of JFK” section, giving the new bass guy the “musician’s stare-down”).

Lastly, it has been a wonderful ride and a great experience to make this music with these excellent human beings. And also Dan. I have enjoyed meeting all of you, signing your various paraphenalia, singing with you from stage, crashing on your floors, sweating on you during post-show hugs. Thank you for letting me play for you.

cheers.
-amos

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Fortunate Son – The Last Hurrah

Hey guys.I guess that’s it for me. I appreciate everyone who came out to the Mad Frog. I had a really great night, and I hope you guys did too.When I was packing up my drums at the end of the night, I kept singing “One is the loneliest number”. As I got a ride to the afterparty that night, the song came on the radio. Funny stuff.If you weren’t there, the night was insanity. It was one of our bigger crowds at the Mad Frog. It was also extremely hot. Joe and T played Meteor Flower and sweat was dripping of their faces. That’s one thing that I’ll remember for a long time ; in the last year we’ve almost always had that acoustic break in the middle of a set. It’s a time when Trav, our bass player and I can always sit around and talk about how we’re playing. It’s just been something that I’ve always looked forward to in the set, but not tonight. I couldn’t sit still, I just wanted to get out and play some more, not sit on the sidelines. It will probably be hard for me to watch shows from the front of the stage from now on. I’ll always want to walk up to the kit and scream “MOVE!” like that obnoxious SNL character.I actually can’t wait until I get to see a show like that. It’s always interesting to think of watching a JFK show from the front instead of the other way around. People who get to come backstage at a big show always say “It’s the best seat in the house!” I think that’s horseshit. The best seat is always right in the middle of the crowd, rocking back and forth with the drums, sweating your ass off like everyone else. That’s what rock and roll is all about; feeling sweaty and dirty in the middle of the floor. Dirt…..it’s an essential part of the rock and roll experience. So is sweat. So is blood. Sometimes, so are tears.Funny enough, there were no tears last night. At least, none from me. I almost broke out in the middle of The Distance, when I realized that it was the last song I’d play on drums, onstage, in front of people for the rest of my life. I got through it fine. Joe choked up a bit on the mic, but I don’t think most people noticed. Some people were crying when they left, but everyone will be fine. It was a good cry, you know?I want to sit here and write for hours. I want to write 90,000 words on what being a musician means to me. However, I’m sure I can sum it up in much, much fewer words.Being a musician to me has always meant hanging out with my best friends in the world. I never wanted to be good at drums because drums are a noble or glorious enterprise; I wanted to be good at the drums because it would allow me to keep being a kid with the greatest friends a guy could ever have.The guys made me a scrapbook. It has a bunch of pictures, ticket stubs, flyers, and other assorted junk in it. It’s so good, it really is. I’m looking at it right now, and it keeps blurring up. Everything keeps blurring up.There’s too much to say, so the best thing to do is say nothing at all. Joe was right when he said that. He usually is when it comes to stuff like that. I’ll see everyone at the next show. Look for me standing next to Aaron Thomas in the “Ex-Band Member” section. It’s a pretty exclusive section.Love always,Sam-Bo-Jackson-Five-Star-Binder
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Samuel Charles Dobrozsi, A Human Being
S

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The Homestretch

Hey guys. No easy way to break this. I’m leaving the band come the end of August.  I will be going on the PA trip coming up, but Aug 29th at the Mad Frog is going to be my last show. Clear yer calendars.

Sorry to everyone who keeps asking me about this; I’m sure there are a lot of rumors running around. I didn’t want to talk about it because the band decided it would be better to announce it on the website. Also, this gives me a chance to stop any rumors before they start.

I don’t really know what the best way is to address the misconceptions/rumors I’ve heard, so I’ll just say everything that comes to mind.

I decided to leave about two months ago, although the decision has been building up for quite some time. It started coming when my grandfather died this winter, and was almost a certainty by the beginning of summer. It has
nothing to do with any personal problems with any of the guys, and it has nothing to do with any depression/manic feelings I’m having. I’m fine, and the guys are fine. It’s just my time to move along.

These guys are my bestest buddies in the whole world, and always will be. Hell, you’ll probably see me at a lot of the shows they have around here. If I can get time off school/work, I’ll probably beg them to take me on a road trip every once in a while. It’s not as if I’m going to disappear. Every once in a great while, I’m sure you’ll all get to see my pretty face again.

I’m also not leaving because of the success or failures the band has endured. People ask me if the band is going to break up after I’m gone. The answer is EHN-OE. The guys have been talking to labels recently, and some are showing serious interest. I have no doubt that they’re going to sign another deal rather soon, have the record readied rather soon, and drop it like it’s hot. Hell…I should know. I’ve heard and help write most of the new songs and I know how good they are.

So no, the band is not going to stop. We’re auditioning replacements for me right now. This all goes without saying that if you’re a good drummer, send me an e-mail at sam@julyforkings.com. As silly as it sounds, I am the best person to talk to if you want to replace me. I’m supremely confident that we’ll find a replacement, and a good one at that. Oh I know, I know…he won’t be as funny, as short, or as bald as me. He won’t be left-handed. He won’t curse on-air when we’re doing a radio interview, and that will surely suck fucking balls. But we’re going to find someone who you’ll like just as much, and who is a slammin’ drummer. I promise.

A lot of people have also asked me what I’m going to do after August 29th. For starters…I’m going to go back to school. One of the dreams I’ve had my whole life is to graduate from college and to do some graduate work. But this is just one of the dreams I have outside of the band. I want to write, I want to try stand-up comedy, I want to run a marathon with my mom and cousins, I want to become a doctor, I want to get married and have kids and own a pretty house with a picket fence. I want to buy an Alfa Romeo Spider someday. I want to teach my kids to read and write and drum. I want to have a driveway with a basketball hoop, just like the one I grew up in. I was to save someone’s life. There are those and a hundred other things that if I don’t get to steppin’ now, I’m never going to get done. I probably won’t get all of them done in my lifetime, but if I do even half as well out of this band as I’ve done in it….well shit, I’ll have lived two lifetimes.

I’ve thought a lot of whether what I’m doing is right or not. Would it be more right for me to stay in this band instead of follow my other dreams, pursue other goals? Or should I stick it out, and see if I’m happier in another year? Even if our next record is out and sells eight bazillion copies, I can’t see myself being more satisfied with what I and we have accomplished than I am now. I have done everything I want to do with this band, and now I want to split. Everytime I think about it my brain comes back to the same scene. It’s the same dumb movie, the same dumb line. It’s from “Shawshank Redemtion” and Andy Dufresne is talking to Red…and he’s explaining that he’s got to break out.

“You either get busy living, or get busy dying.”

Well shit. I guess it’s my time to live.

I love you guys a bunch. I’ll write again before I’m done.Love nonchalantly,
S

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the last room

hey. we’re in memphis. we listened to the buzz (94.1) coming in. those are our friends. we’re looking forward to seeing them (and saliva) tomorrow.

we have the last room at this particular hotel. we booked a room with two doubles, but somehow ended up with one large bed. T’s meeting us here tomorrow, and getting his own room with his girl. but for tonight, it’s four guys in one room. the last room. the dreaded last room.

they hadn’t given this room to anyone else because a.) it stinks like **** and b.) there’s water all over the floor, due to a leaky air conditioner. we can only assume that there is a direct correlation between the moldy smell and the water on the floor. that would be bad enough. but for us, it’s particularly annoying, since half of us will be sleeping on the floor.

(sam) And it goes on and on and on and on…

The saga of the Worst Hotel Room in Memphis continues. Travis advanced the plot by shouting from the bathroom, “The toilet won’t flush!”

“What?” ask the disbelievers.

“It won’t flush! I don’t know why, it’s just not working,” Travis replied.

“Trav….did you go number one or number two?”

“Oh no, oh no…number one.” Thank the gods.

Nathan’s cell phone just rang and the TV went bonkers. I was trying to watch The Lost Boys (Corey Haim, Corey Feldman, 80’s horror classic? Ringing any bells?) and the TV went haywire. I’m assuming that the cell phone signals are messing with the TV signals. Either that, or this hotel room really is a gateway to hell. Now I’m listening to Nathan talking to his girl and the TV is a rabid machine.

Update from Trav – “Guys, to get it to flush you have to reach into the crapwater and pull this little black thing. Come here and check it out, I’ll show you how.”

I think I’ll pass. Tonight is going to be a long night. And now…back to your regularly schedule journal update.

(joe) me again (me=joe). if you haven’t picked up on it by now, the (name) system is something we implemented a long, long time ago, to help you distinguish between band members.

so the room is a little sub-par. it’s okay. we don’t really mind.

the good news, is that our new friend Jerry, the night security guard, is keeping a watchful eye on our van and trailer. Jerry helped us find a parking spot. he’s a little upset about missing the big fishing trip he had planned the for the weekend. they made him stay and work due to so many guests being here for the weekend.

we’ll write tomorrow. it’s getting late. hopefully we’ll see some of you memphis folks at the show.

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I love you baby (sambo)

Fun fun fun trip. We had way to much fun to be productive on this trip, but we actually did get some things done. Last night’s show was the best. Before and after the show were spent in the karaoke bar, singing our asses off. Our buddy Aaron can really wail. I even had a beautiful girl sing a song to me. That was the highlight of my trip I think.

Now we’re driving home. I just got done with my shift, and Joe’s behind the wheel. We’re on the Penna Turnpike, known for being really crappy and actually costing money to drive on. Maybe I’m just wierd, but I still find the idea of paying to use a road a very alien concept. One time I took a trip to Boston with a friend and we decided to make it all of the way there without using any roads that we had to pay for. It took us 20 hours, and his car broke….but we did it.

I have no idea why I’m babbling. I’m going to check my e-mail and get some sleep.

I love you baaaaaaby!

S

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Imajication (Sam)

Another day, another problem with the van. Today, T hit a car. It was a lot of fun. I sort of exploded when it happened, so I guess that we no longer are the perfect group of people to be with when a ‘situation’ occurs. There’s three guys who can take it easy, and one who flies off the handle every once in a while. Oh well.

On the way home, we listened to a band named PRICK. Terrible name, no? However bad you may think the name is…it’s a great, great record. Sammy likey.

Today was a fun show. Small stage, but a fun show. We let the opening band, Superhero, borrow one of our guitar heads when their’s was buzzing. Then, I dropped one of ours when we were loading on the stage. We were having a conversation about how that sort of thing always comes around. When our’s wouldn’t work, they hooked us up with one of theirs. Funny funny funny. Single serving Karma – the Karmic Wheel for the MTV age.

Other than that, nothing amazing happened. We got to see a lot of old friends (Hey Christine, hey Nicole) and met some new ones (Hola Maria). I was playing Sega Dreamcast and I won the World Series. With Baltimore.

talk to you tomorrow.

sam the man

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penna

hey guys. joe here. well it’s 1:28am. i’m sitting here with trav and aaron. what to tell… well today we played a show in Wilkes Barre, PA. i suppose the best way to look at is a warm up for this week. it was great to do something all ages and see some younger folks.

on the way, we ran out of gas. there are not many exits on the penna turnpike, and there obviously wasn’t enough gas in our tank. simple as that. luckily, we came to a rolling stop directly next to a call box. sam called got out and pressed the button, and we waited for a half hour in the van. i wouldn’t want to experience this with any other group of guys. as i’m sitting here thinking about it, it’s almost laughable how calm we are in those situations. i suppose we’re used to it. there isn’t much that worries us on the road anymore. T always allots about nine extra hours for unexpected events like that, so we were still on time. if it were up to me and trav, we would be late for everything.
uh oh… here comes sam:

“quick! turn the TV to channel 15!” super troopers is on.
“do you want to finish this sam?”
“sure”
alright i’m out. here’s sam.

(sam) The Great Show. The Secret Show.

On Channel 15 is Super Troopers. It was made by a Canadian comedy troupe called BROKEN LIZARD. They’re funny guys. I recommend this movie highly.

Joe might want to talk about this later, but in case he doesn’t I think I should mention it. Joe turned into a woodsman today. When we ran out of gas on the turnpike, he told us all he was going into the woods to live for a while. We could find nothing wrong with that…so we let him go. With no links to civilization other than his cell phone, a pack of Marlboro Ultra-Lights, a coffee cup, a zippo lighter, his leather jacket, hand-made jeans, paratrooper combat boots, and his designer hair gloss stuff….he set off.

10 minutes later he was back in the van.

So that was our day. Since not a ton of cool stuff happened….I would like to take a moment to talk about something that’s become almost central to my life in the past few weeks. Something that’s changed me.

The Matrix Reloaded.

If you haven’t seen it yet, then you should. Tomorrow. Today if you can. Twice, three times, as much as you can. This movie is the greatest movie ever made. It will stand as the greatest movie ever made until the day I download the third one and see that. At that point, my life will effectively end b/c I will totally stop eating and drinking. I will sit in front of my computer watching Matrix, Reloaded, and Revolutions until I waste away to nothing. It’ll. Be. Awesome.

I’m out duders. Be good. Drive safe. Don’t do drugs.

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Get your war on (Sam)

Hello all.

I just wanted to holla back about a few things.

1. My side project, The Beatoffs, play for the first time this Friday. It’s at the Mad Frog in Cincinnati, and show starts about 9:30 pm. I’m really excited for this show, as I’ve had the idea of doing this for several years in the back of my head. I really can’t wait to get on stage that night. Before we are flooded with e-mails and inquiries, to put it simply, yes… ..we are featuring a solo that night. On washboard. Played with kitchen utensils.

2. The Cammys this weekend are going to be crazy amounts of good. I hope that everyone comes out, wears their July for Kings shirts, and annoys the shit out of all of the “VIP’S”. If you come (and you will), make sure that you give our temporary bass player, Brock, a holler. Tell him that he played well. He’s going to be nervous as shit, so make him feel welcome.

3. War is bad.

It’s almost time for rehearsal. Hope to see some of you (once or twice) this weekend. It’s definitely going to be a fun one.

Sam-Bo-Jackson-Five-Star-Binder

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