tres.

good news everyone. aaron is now officially mayor of space. we haven't started yet today because he had to purchase a sad happy tree day. no big deal.
we have started on the vocals already, and i couldn't be happier. we are going to leave a lot of 'mistakes' because i want the recording to sound real, like your actually in the studio or listening to us live. i have some acoustic shows coming up and will give you more info on them when i get it (including fordham university, nyc in december).
-estaban

*if you want me to play at your university/coffee shop just fly me out and ill do it! email: kyle@arsonmediagroup.com

Comments

Anonymous said…
arson media group?

hmmm i have a friend who started something called arson media...
4:00 PM
Anonymous said…
dang, if i had the csah i wud fly u out so fast to freezing london
5:26 PM
MH said…
Hmm...I wonder how much it costs to get to Nashville...maybe if I emptied the piggy bank or sommat...
Did I mention how happy I am that everything is going well? Only like three or four times... :)

You're the best!
7:39 PM
Anonymous said…
id love to do that, how much would plane tickets to akron/canton be for you? I would love to see you love more than you could ever imagine!!!
e-mail me and see if we could work anything out
docwimmer@aol.com
-Micah
7:40 PM
Anonymous said…
I would fly you to Cincy, but tickets on expedia from Orlando to Cincinnati are around $300. Maybe I can win some money in the lottery and fly you up here.
10:36 PM
Unknown said…
i love your pictures. they're so simple but conveys so much. i would fly you to melbourne, but i'm not working and i'm trying to conserve my savings for a car.
3:34 AM
Sarah Joy said…
(comment on your myspace bulletin post)
you really reckon anberlin music makes babies?
lol

anyways, awesome pictures..
good to hear the recording is goin sweet..
it's rad stuff.. love your 'second day' post..
yes, wisdom beyond years.

be blessed man.
6:54 AM
Anonymous said…
what are you doing sunday december 11? how about a gig in california?
~katrina filinda blank
5:03 AM
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