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My name is Riley, and I play drums and write music for a band called Thrice.
This is where I ramble about music, sports, food, books, interwebbery, and whatever else I feel like sharing. I apologize in advance.
In addition to my ramblings here, I write a piece for OC Weekly called "3hree Things" that runs every Tuesday, and I'm also writing over at Flip Collective on occasion.
I'm the co-founder of a baseball-specific twitter feed and blog with my friend Ian, called Productive Outs.
And last, but not least, I have a bandcamp page and a soundcloud page that I'll be posting my own music and remixes on every once in a while.
Disclaimer: The views and opinions presented on this blog are mine, and do not reflect the position or views of the band as a whole.
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4 posts tagged Every Time I Die
Every Time I Die, “Drag King”
I just got my pre-order (deluxe CD, stencil, Jordan Buckley designed tee & beer coozy) in the mail, and damn…this record is a killer. It’s a little early to make this call, but I think it might be my favorite ETID record. Joe Baresi did a fantastic job on the production and engineering side, Keith Buckley’s lyrics are as stellar as ever, the riffs are outstanding, and “Legs” is an absolute beast on the drums. Good stuff, folks. Really good stuff.
Buy Ex Lives here.
This is spot-on. Well said, Mr. Buckley.
“The only people that I’ve never heard complain about where they are in life, are the ones that have completely given up on that pattern that I’m judging myself against.”
Random Start: Every Time I Die, “For The Record”
I really hope I get to tour with these fellas some day. They’re one of the most consistent hardcore bands of my generation; always riffing, always pissed, and always energetic. I can’t wait to hear their new record that is due out early next year (I think).
While we wait patiently for new ETID, you can buy New Junk Aesthetic here.
Random Start: Every Time I Die, “White Smoke”
Every Time I Die mixed with the obscene amounts of caffeine I’ve ingested over the few days in the studio is a dangerous combo. I might just try to run through one of these walls.
