I've been having them again. The flashbacks.
Although the bumps and bruises that we have come to love from rocking so hard have healed since that fateful show last semester, my soul still carries a permanent scar. It represents the brotherhood, the music, the house... where 15 guys with nothing but pure rock in their blood instinctively fit into a tight arc of lyrical and melodious passion. I'm talking about the sweet sweet smell of the pop filter in front of the mic... the ache in my shoulders from wailing on the air guitar... I'm talking about pierre and ralph t preston... the adrenaline rush before taking the stage... the sheer electricity in the air as we kick it up to 11....
Indeed, the Madison Project remains a scar on my soul - burned and imprinted in permanence. Babaganoosh, Snakes, Hotblades, Moniker, Mr. Jack, Dex, Whippet, Skepto, Cereal Killer, Inside Man, and the rest... lets make this into something they'll never forget. I know this goes without mention, but once you're in, you're in. No turning back.
I've heard concern expressed about the boss. I've had my concerns as well, but from what I understand, he's keeping a low profile to stay off the fed's radar screen. After just being released, I'm sure the last thing he wants is to get put away again before this heist even takes place. I think we'd all be wise to follow his lead on this one.