whatitis - Acoustic / Alt.Rock

What It Is...

From:	Arvada, Colorado, US
Label:	Unsigned

sellaband url www.sellaband.com/whatitis
Myspace url: www.myspace.com/httpwwwwmyspacecomwhatitis Yes I was drinking when I made thisd url.
Singer, song writer: Jeremy Miller.

I made 11 states in two months. Utah, Wyoming, Colorado, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Kansas, to Missouri.

Hung out a thumb and braced my self for a little thrill ride. Spread my music to any damn bar strip, street corner, bus stop, coffee shop, house party, and bar that I could. Working on getting the whole story down. Because like a wise ol'newyorker hippie dude told my along the way "Any experience that is note worthy, good or bad, is a worthwhile experience." (etwowheels) Damn good man! I haven’t been able to do much work on my sellaband site. It was killing me. When I started this damn thing I went from 4438th to 499 in a week. Oh well. I said it before I'll say it again. I'll work harder for my music then most people do working a full time job. I love this music. I have 11-35 on a demo I recorded at Spirit West Studios in Salt Lake. Played the local seen for a bit. It was allot of fun. Mostly just open mics and street corners. Ran into the best damn bar in SLC called 5 monkeys. If you’re ever there for any reason tell them all hello for me.

Even though we were having the time of our lives, we both are hirable with money. Ended up serving are lease (by the power of forces unknown to myself, let alone try to explain.) Anyway it left us with two bus tickets down to Austin TX. The live music capitol of the world, right? Good times. Right? Should have been. Kelli’s mom lived outside of Austin TX about a two hour bus ride to down town. Kind of a shit f’n hill country full of weird. But we were there to hit the music seen and to visit her mother and fat-blockhead-charly-browns-inbread-cusion-forest-gump-... of a step father. (sorry we had a few minor disagrements) And we end up splitting

Lost the love of my life. But nuf said! Cause its nuzzyabuisnes. :). And I'm not that kind of dude. We will always be great friends.

Ended up taking a bag of sit. Hit the streets of Austin. Pockets full of dirt. Broke, hungry, and a bit confused. Had to leave my guitar because at the time Austin was having an f'n monsoon.

I rolled around downtown for a few hours on a bike. Just rolling shit over and over in my head. Then the rain came. I knew that I had to find some kind of shelter for the night. I thought about this place down about 75 yards from the statue of Mr. Stevie Ray Vaughn. It was a good spot because there was a jogging trail. The City filled two tables full of ice water every morning. I ended up meeting this cool old deadhead there that night. I think his name was Jerry. He had a home but this guy stayed up with me talking until 6:00 in the morning. Which was awesome because it was the first day I've been alone in my whole life. We talked about nothing. He kept me laughing all night. Gave me an apple. It was a damn fine apple. Last thing I would eat for 3 days.

I pulled a few extra shirts over myself and tied my bag and the bike to my belt and got an hour of sleep. It rained all night. Most of the morning I just sat there thinking about shit.............. I really love that girl...

I'm hundreds of miles from any one that I know. I left about 150 phone numbers for my people at her moms. I don’t even have a $ for the call anyway. The only people that I met the whole time on 6th st were from Dallas. We had only gone downtown three times.

I remember just wishing I had my guitar. Money grows on tree and strings my friends. I'll finish sooner than later.:)