The Rise Against fanbase needs a name
The suggestions so far:
- Sufferers & Witnesses
- Generation Lost
- Sleeping Giants
- Rise Againsters
- Long Forgotten Sons
- Orphans Of The American Dream
- Voices Of Dissent
- Torches In The Dark
- The Rust Upon Your Gears
- The motherfucking government uprising rebels from hell
Reblog with your favorite/s as a comment or tag, or pm me (kyprioth-rising-against) your favorite/s. I’ll put up the next round (the most popular, plus new suggestions if I get any) next week or so.
TRIVIAL BULLSHIT LIKE THIS IS WHY I CANT STAND TO BE IN A ROOM WITH THIS FANBASE. GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE.
op is a ‘college age guy’ nonetheless, for fuck sake. grow up.
Hoping that Rise secretly plays warped tomorrow because hometown pride, but I know there not, and I’m already disappointed over nothing.
Everything’s coming up Milhouse.
LAURA YOU CAN ASK HIM BUT THE CHANCES OF YOU GETTING A SMART ALEC RESPONSE ARE 10/10
Can anyone tell me what songs Chris Farren is likely to play at a solo show? I’ve only just gotten into him recently and I don’t know enough about him and his bands to know what the hits are (if he is a “play the hits person”) like other than “Songs for Teenagers.”
why haven’t any of you nerds answered this??
every-time I search for something on youtube it keeps bringing up this old ass dude would had five minutes of fame in the 80’s ugh.
I havent listened to any of his solo stuff even though it came out last month.
I could give you Fakey P suggestions for days but like you said idk what hes gonna wind up doing.
Image: Caroline Moore
July 8, 2014
by Bryne Yancey
Cross-pollination between scenes is still pretty rare in this day and age. Because there are so many bands—and so many of them have “teams” of managers, publicists, tour managers, label owners, and booking…
Oh hey, this is a super important thing to read if you like to watch bands play.
He didn’t know it wasn’t normal. He didn’t know it wasn’t normal for the music to be playing in his head like that - playing loud, playing always. Drowning out dull conversation, accompanying sex - music on top of music inside music. He didn’t know it wasn’t normal that the taxi horns had a certain song to them. When he was alone - and he was always alone - there was music. It stayed, buried just out of reach so he couldn’t touch it. But it was always there, and his fingers twitched and his feet did unconscious little dances on the subway before he realized what they were doing and put a stop to it. He always annoyed the grown ups when he was little by tapping out funky little things on every conceivable surface. He liked the booming sound the washing machine made when he hit it because it went perfectly with the trumpets in his head. Before he fell asleep at night, his fingers did a dance on the mattress while he buried his face in the pillow so he could hear the snare reverberating the box springs. He always annoyed the grown ups but couldn’t understand how they didn’t simply know he was just playing a small part in a very large orchestra. Why couldn’t they hear it? He discovered it wasn’t normal when the music left and everything turned gray. How does one walk down the street with no rhythm? The taxis just sound angry now, and the trains don’t make him nod his head anymore. Sometimes he’ll forget himself and do that funky little thing on his desk before he catches himself and the words ‘socially unacceptable’ make the strings go out of tune. When he’s lucky, he’ll go to a concert and be completely taken by the darkness and he is not anything anymore - he is just the music. And when he kisses her, he feels it pass between their lips and makes him forget the tragedy for a minute or two. He wants to fuck the music, fuck to the music, possess it, and her, together, forever, in an unholy but very necessary matrimony. Now if only he could find her again. He’s always looking, but he always knows. She will always be his.
Raise your hand if you feel personally victimized by Brian Fallon.