<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:52:35.187-05:00</updated><category term='guitar player'/><category term='who is phil smith for 500'/><category term='music'/><category term='cool dude'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='stratocaster'/><category term='guitarist'/><category term='what is a dream?'/><category term='does anybody remember camp nowhere?'/><category term='fender'/><category term='musician'/><category term='grieving for grace'/><title type='text'>Phil Smith</title><subtitle type='html'>thoughts &amp; happenings (whereabouts?)</subtitle><link 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Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/R8iXh557fxI/AAAAAAAAADY/2AkSepis7G8/s72-c/photo-727355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-560563486598331928</id><published>2008-02-27T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:38:00.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/R8Wf-APOmMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-izsE8j62hE/s1600-h/photo-780139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2008/02/studio.html' title='Studio'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/R8Wf-APOmMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-izsE8j62hE/s72-c/photo-780139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-827507639051041066</id><published>2007-12-03T13:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:11:01.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting the 2nd Annual Rockin' for Tots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/R1RF7cdjUYI/AAAAAAAAADI/LNPCZT_mYdQ/s1600-R/11x17_Flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/R1RF7cdjUYI/AAAAAAAAADI/7rpiiXZQ-eo/s400/11x17_Flyer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139809962291319170" &gt;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-827507639051041066?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/827507639051041066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=827507639051041066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/827507639051041066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/827507639051041066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/12/presenting-2nd-annual-rockin-for-tots.html' title='Presenting the 2nd Annual Rockin&apos; for Tots'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/R1RF7cdjUYI/AAAAAAAAADI/7rpiiXZQ-eo/s72-c/11x17_Flyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-1303685324709928102</id><published>2007-11-22T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:45:48.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/R0YGnIJru4I/AAAAAAAAADA/8lnO-O5nJDY/s1600-h/photo-748344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/R0YGnIJru4I/AAAAAAAAADA/8lnO-O5nJDY/s320/photo-748344.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135799694335392642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-1303685324709928102?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/1303685324709928102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=1303685324709928102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/1303685324709928102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/1303685324709928102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/R0YGnIJru4I/AAAAAAAAADA/8lnO-O5nJDY/s72-c/photo-748344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-620469495625464844</id><published>2007-11-08T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:00:52.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>Sorry for all the youtube videos lately, but this guy truly deserves even the smallest bit of recognition that I can offer here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAb2F3gfWrY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZAb2F3gfWrY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-620469495625464844?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/620469495625464844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=620469495625464844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/620469495625464844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/620469495625464844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/11/guitar-hero.html' title='Guitar Hero'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-4918383151913300991</id><published>2007-11-05T16:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:02:16.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon...</title><content type='html'>In the near future I hope to debut some "musical noise" on this here blog. I'm gonna go ahead and just skip myspace and bring it straight to the blog. There's definately some kind of "tuning-in" factor to a blog akin to a radio station. Myspace will be good for showcasing and displaying a catalogue of sorts, but I see some kind of future in introducing new music via blogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days and weeks past have provided me with more than enough to think about and learn from. There is energy both positive and negative. There are feelings both happy and sad. There are questions with answers and those without. Some things have changed and some have not. Part of me is looking to the future, while part of me is learning from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ONLY CONSTANT IS CHANGE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-4918383151913300991?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/4918383151913300991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=4918383151913300991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/4918383151913300991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/4918383151913300991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/11/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon...'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-3050747312187799739</id><published>2007-10-31T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T08:55:46.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RysrkUhQpFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HxhnvuNyZKA/s1600-h/photo-736340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RysrkUhQpFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HxhnvuNyZKA/s320/photo-736340.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128240503674938450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;John Lennon? Perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-3050747312187799739?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/3050747312187799739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=3050747312187799739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/3050747312187799739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/3050747312187799739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RysrkUhQpFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HxhnvuNyZKA/s72-c/photo-736340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-5479966481828600339</id><published>2007-10-27T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:29:50.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Didn't Start The Viral</title><content type='html'>This one goes out to anyone who has been watching viral videos for the past couple years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/Mzg4Njk2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/Mzg4Njk2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-5479966481828600339?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/5479966481828600339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=5479966481828600339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/5479966481828600339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/5479966481828600339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-didnt-start-viral.html' title='We Didn&apos;t Start The Viral'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-1505467860643847200</id><published>2007-10-20T15:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T17:00:04.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's the guitar man...(Sing to the tune of 'The Guitar Man' by Cake)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rxpecn7YLgI/AAAAAAAAACk/FIRyvBtO49g/s1600-h/photo-750039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/1505467860643847200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/10/hes-guitar-man.html' title='He&apos;s the guitar man...&lt;br&gt;(Sing to the tune of &apos;The Guitar Man&apos; by Cake)'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rxpecn7YLgI/AAAAAAAAACk/FIRyvBtO49g/s72-c/photo-750039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-621159285526979682</id><published>2007-10-19T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:27:22.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eldar Djangirov</title><content type='html'>I was at Irving Plaza last night to see an amazing band called &lt;b&gt;MUTE MATH.&lt;/b&gt; If you do not know who they are you must check them out. Do a YouTube search for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an adventure and a half trying to get tickets we finally got in. There were two opening acts, one of them being Eisley (another amazing band you should check out). The other, one of the coolest things I've ever seen. Eldar Djangirov is a true prodigy. I found a clip from Jimmy Kimmel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLEASE WATCH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SAj_G87iyqk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SAj_G87iyqk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-621159285526979682?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/621159285526979682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=621159285526979682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/621159285526979682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/621159285526979682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/10/eldar-djangirov.html' title='Eldar Djangirov'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-2375007436164116866</id><published>2007-10-17T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:51:24.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Step right up......and SEE SOUND!!! (featuring PROPANE!)</title><content type='html'>i saw this at school today and absolutely HAD to show you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HpovwbPGEoo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HpovwbPGEoo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-2375007436164116866?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/2375007436164116866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=2375007436164116866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/2375007436164116866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/2375007436164116866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/10/step-right-upand-see-sound.html' title='Step right up......and SEE SOUND!!! &lt;br&gt;(featuring PROPANE!)'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-9206082151202915902</id><published>2007-10-17T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:47:11.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty two</title><content type='html'>Here I stand, with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt; years in the books. I wasn't really expecting this one to feel any different, but oh twenty two you surprise me. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; is the first double-digit year. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; and you're a teenager. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; and you're suddenly a little bigger and have a learner's permit. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18 &lt;/span&gt;and you can vote and buy dirty magazines. You hit &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; and suddenly the teen years are gone forever. The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;big 'ol 2-1&lt;/span&gt; and life "officially" begins with no restrictions. (I say officially because it's safe to assume nothing changed but the number for most of us.) BUT &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;! Why does it feel so weird? The novelty that I walked with for a year of being 21 is gone. All the milestone years past had seemed meaningful somehow. The differences between each one were astounding to say the least. But suddenly I guess I feel grown up. Like the only milestone years left are more like markers. Markers like 30, 40, 50, etc. They're just there to let you know how old you're getting. I hope I pass those markers and realize down the road that they too have just as much meaning as the ones in the early years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is try to catch myself before I start feeling like I'm getting older. That would be bad. That could wreck havoc on the entire space-time continuum. I realize now that Twenty Two is when we're supposed to remember being young and growing up, and with those memories try to bring back the same excitement and enthusiasm about life that we once had in our innocence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-9206082151202915902?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/9206082151202915902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=9206082151202915902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/9206082151202915902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/9206082151202915902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/10/twenty-two.html' title='twenty two'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-968555695929871913</id><published>2007-08-22T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:14:40.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something in the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rsze8moCXnI/AAAAAAAAACc/mGo3Dexr-T4/s1600-h/pic18_cobain-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101697610645921394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rsze8moCXnI/AAAAAAAAACc/mGo3Dexr-T4/s400/pic18_cobain-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rsy8GWoCXmI/AAAAAAAAACU/pTulYFDOlfY/s1600-h/pic18_cobain-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been alot of places in regards to my thoughts and feelings about music, the industry, the history, life, motivation, and who i am and how i fit into everything. i was sitting in a hotel in wyoming last month doing laundry in the middle of the night. i caught the foo fighters performance from live earth and it really got me thinking. thinking about a guy like dave grohl and what he was a part of, and how close he was to someone like kurt cobain. i started going through all my foo fighters music the past month. all of the sudden it sounded so different to me. i always like them, but i was hearing history or something. i was hearing more than just what was on the recordings. and today i was having lunch with my brother and talking about the beatles. so i was just bent thinking about how BIG some things can be for some generations. before i knew it I was at home digging up kurt cobain and nirvana interviews. I just started having flashbacks to when I was 8 or 9. I remembered exactly where I was when I heard that he killed himself. I was a little young then, but "In Utero," was the first cd I ever owned. It's funny how almost 14 years after his death his life and music are hitting me more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;rest in peace kurt cobain&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-968555695929871913?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/968555695929871913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=968555695929871913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/968555695929871913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/968555695929871913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-in-way.html' title='&lt;center&gt;something in the way&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rsze8moCXnI/AAAAAAAAACc/mGo3Dexr-T4/s72-c/pic18_cobain-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-5123083068120356491</id><published>2007-08-17T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T17:53:21.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melons are good, but Watermelons are the best of them all.</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here on about hour 4 of writing an essay at Starbucks. I've only done this once before (come to Starbucks to concentrate and get work done). It's very expensive. I feel that I have to buy a drink to justify sitting down here to do work. However, after 3 hours I think it's only right to spend more money to continue occupying space here. So I get a fresh fruit cup and an "ethos" bottled water (goes towards helping children in poor countries get clean water). I also spent money to access WiFi! This should be free, c'mon! But I guess I didn't have to go and do that, but how can I spend this much time on a laptop and not be "connected" to the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-5123083068120356491?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/5123083068120356491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=5123083068120356491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/5123083068120356491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/5123083068120356491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/08/melons-are-good-but-watermelons-are.html' title='Melons are good, but Watermelons are the best of them all.'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-1303569966470010316</id><published>2007-08-12T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:29:37.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Th-th-th-that's all folks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rr8W1BBWzBI/AAAAAAAAACE/SWNpGRKoV0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rr8W1BBWzBI/AAAAAAAAACE/SWNpGRKoV0Y/s400/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097818403269692434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a wrap. The tour has come to an end in Pittsfield, MA, performing ironically at a "Bandcamp!" I had a truly satisfying trip around the country. I was finally able to see sights other than Long Island, I-95, and Disney. Now, more than ever, I am looking forward to going out and doing this with a band where I can be the one performing. Let's see how soon we can get this going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-1303569966470010316?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/1303569966470010316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=1303569966470010316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/1303569966470010316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/1303569966470010316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/08/th-th-th-thats-all-folks.html' title='Th-th-th-that&apos;s all folks!'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rr8W1BBWzBI/AAAAAAAAACE/SWNpGRKoV0Y/s72-c/IMG_0669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-6204550416740917314</id><published>2007-07-22T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T13:20:02.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Texas........Now leave or I'm calling the cops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RqONxBBWy-I/AAAAAAAAABs/JYcL1Qu24Q4/s1600-h/HITX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090067877086022626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RqONxBBWy-I/AAAAAAAAABs/JYcL1Qu24Q4/s400/HITX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the picture of the Hampton Inn from Fort Stockton, Texas. Home of Harry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;. (Really, that's his name, I'm not poking fun!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to tell you all about my first experience in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lone Star&lt;/span&gt; State. After driving 12 hours from New Mexico through the most dark and empty roads I've ever seen in my life we arrived at our hotel in Ft. Stockton. It was about 1 AM and we were all exhausted. But before we went to sleep everybody makes the usual phone calls to loved ones and checks e-mail and whatnot in the lobby. I was on the phone as I walked into the business room to use the computer when I was sharply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt;. To my surprise there was a short fiery &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; man calling at me as he walked out of the housekeeping room in some rather dirty attire. He started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;harassing&lt;/span&gt; me, saying something to the effect that I was "banging" his hotel. This is when Steve, who sleeps on an air mattress every night, walked up to the man unknowing of the situation and kindly asked for an extra blanket. The man's eyes lit up with rage as he demanded to know how many people were staying in our room, and "tell me their names!" Within minutes this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shab&lt;/span&gt; of a man named Harry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt; came forward as the hotel owner and demanded we leave. Apparently every Hampton Inn in the country will let us sleep 5 in a room except for Harry's hotel in Fort Nowhere, Texas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since he wouldn't let us stay in the lobby to find another hotel, and the fact that he had made several threats to call the police, we were officially kicked out of the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More from Texas to come....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-6204550416740917314?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/6204550416740917314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=6204550416740917314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/6204550416740917314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/6204550416740917314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome-to-texasnow-leave-or-im-calling.html' title='Welcome to Texas........&lt;br&gt;Now leave or I&apos;m calling the cops!'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RqONxBBWy-I/AAAAAAAAABs/JYcL1Qu24Q4/s72-c/HITX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-4599255196705250563</id><published>2007-07-18T14:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:53:57.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal Skool changed my life.............and some more mountains and rocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past Monday was one of the coolest experiences of my life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bandcamp&lt;/span&gt; played with Metal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skool&lt;/span&gt; at the Key Club on Sunset in LA. For those of you who don't know who Metal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Skool&lt;/span&gt; are, imagine Poison, Motley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt;, Def &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Leppard&lt;/span&gt;, and Journey all being embodied by Spinal Tap. Every Monday night at the Key Club these guys put on a crazy show. They play all this 80's hair metal and constantly entertain and interact with the crowd. They also will invite whatever celebrity/musicians happen to be at the club up on stage. We got to see "Don't Stop Believing," by Journey featuring one of Journey's ex-Lead Singers. (Gotta find the name for ya, oops) Here's a clip I found on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; of them bringing David Bryan, the keyboard player from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt; up on stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIrS-okMS34"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIrS-okMS34" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's those rocks and stuff I promised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rp5r3T2SJsI/AAAAAAAAABc/4F4_6H_Aplo/s1600-h/Bandcamp+Tour+548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088623226940171970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rp5r3T2SJsI/AAAAAAAAABc/4F4_6H_Aplo/s400/Bandcamp+Tour+548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some more amazing shots coming up on some big mountains. I did a bad job at keeping track of what pictures were taken where. I'm pretty sure these are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wyoming&lt;/span&gt;, if not maybe Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rp5r3z2SJtI/AAAAAAAAABk/C2rRD3SavdU/s1600-h/Bandcamp+Tour+577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088623235530106578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rp5r3z2SJtI/AAAAAAAAABk/C2rRD3SavdU/s400/Bandcamp+Tour+577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know exactly where this was take though. This picture was taken on the way from St. Georges, Utah to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas. We drove through a small part of Arizona on the way, and I must say it was some of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; rocks I have seen yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be putting up some photo albums with all the pictures soon. Well maybe not all the pictures since I've already taken about 700 and still have another 5,000 miles of driving ahead of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-4599255196705250563?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/4599255196705250563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=4599255196705250563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/4599255196705250563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/4599255196705250563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/07/metal-skool-changed-my-lifeand-some.html' title='Metal Skool changed my life......&lt;br&gt;.......and some more mountains and rocks.'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rp5r3T2SJsI/AAAAAAAAABc/4F4_6H_Aplo/s72-c/Bandcamp+Tour+548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-1993057843530744898</id><published>2007-07-12T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T12:45:47.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First glimpse at the Rockies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were a couple near-sightings that turned out to be clouds on the horizon, but I don't think these are clouds this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpZnZD2SJqI/AAAAAAAAABM/8f4YRNETLFc/s1600-h/Bandcamp+Tour+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086366509388932770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpZnZD2SJqI/AAAAAAAAABM/8f4YRNETLFc/s400/Bandcamp+Tour+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There they are, right outside the hotel window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpZnZT2SJrI/AAAAAAAAABU/8aIcsgUDweg/s1600-h/Bandcamp+Tour+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086366513683900082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpZnZT2SJrI/AAAAAAAAABU/8aIcsgUDweg/s400/Bandcamp+Tour+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we're off to Boise, Idaho. The trip is pretty long, about 12 hours or so. We have the day off today, so we'll split it up between today and tomorrow. I'm sure we'll see lots more of the Rockies along the way, so stay tuned for more photographs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-1993057843530744898?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/1993057843530744898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=1993057843530744898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/1993057843530744898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/1993057843530744898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-glimpse-at-rockies.html' title='First glimpse at the Rockies'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpZnZD2SJqI/AAAAAAAAABM/8f4YRNETLFc/s72-c/Bandcamp+Tour+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-6234991053916650791</id><published>2007-07-08T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T22:53:44.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Earth is Flat (and has lots of corn)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpGq0iuyVqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-60s6BWrNsw/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085033273930962594" style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 312px" height="251" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpGq0iuyVqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-60s6BWrNsw/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many pictures taken through the van window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming a decent amateur photographer. I have no fancy camera or knowledge of what I'm doing, but I've managed to take some nice shots of the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpGtNSuyVsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lxibXvssviU/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085035898155980482" style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="301" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpGtNSuyVsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lxibXvssviU/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpGtNCuyVrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/t-rDkvLg7lw/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085035893861013170" style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="236" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpGtNCuyVrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/t-rDkvLg7lw/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpGtNiuyVtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I0m4ZDX_odQ/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085035902450947794" style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="292" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpGtNiuyVtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I0m4ZDX_odQ/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpGwUiuyVwI/AAAAAAAAABE/UJ4X3U5Xm64/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085039321244915458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="311" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpGwUiuyVwI/AAAAAAAAABE/UJ4X3U5Xm64/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-6234991053916650791?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/6234991053916650791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=6234991053916650791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/6234991053916650791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/6234991053916650791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/07/earth-is-flat-and-has-lots-of-corn.html' title='The Earth is Flat (and has lots of corn)'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/RpGq0iuyVqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-60s6BWrNsw/s72-c/IMG_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-3178067214847212462</id><published>2007-07-06T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:18:11.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Girl, 11, charged with DUI after high-speed chase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORANGE BEACH, Alabama (AP)&lt;/strong&gt; -- Police who chased a car for miles along a highway at speeds up to 100 mph said the driver was drunk, hardly a rarity in this resort town. But there was more: When they looked inside the flipped vehicle with guns drawn, they found an 11-year-old girl at the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You go up there thinking it's a felon you're dealing with," assistant police Chief Greg Duck said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, who was slightly injured in the crash, is now charged with driving under the influence of alcohol, speeding, reckless endangerment and leaving the scene of an accident. Duck said she sideswiped another vehicle during the roughly 8-mile chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chase began around 10:30 p.m. Tuesday when a patrol officer near the Florida line saw the car speeding west along a beach highway, Duck said. When the officer flicked on his lights, the driver sped up. The girl rolled the car just inside the Gulf Shores city limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck said the girl, whose name was not released because of her age, told police she was on her way to pick up her sister at a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigators found no alcohol in the car but believe the girl drank before getting behind the wheel of the car, which belongs to relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck declined to release the girl's blood alcohol level but said a blood test at the hospital showed it was higher than &lt;strong&gt;.02, the legal limit for minors. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2007 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is worse? The fact that this was an 11-year-old girl or the fact that a limit for minors even exists?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-3178067214847212462?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/3178067214847212462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=3178067214847212462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/3178067214847212462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/3178067214847212462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-wrong-here.html' title='What&apos;s wrong here?'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-4432261281451029015</id><published>2007-07-06T09:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:55:16.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana: Patriotism and Firework Warfare</title><content type='html'>So just before the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt; we stopped and picked up some fireworks. We got some from two different places in Indiana, both of which the people there were more than willing to dump as much free extras in our shopping bags as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Plainfield&lt;/span&gt;, IL, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bandcamp&lt;/span&gt; played an amazing prank on the guys from Permanent Me. Luckily we had some video compiled in no time and I can post it here for your enjoyment. Don't mind the video being a little dark, it's the best we could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KhplprdCPY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KhplprdCPY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to Kris from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bandcamp&lt;/span&gt; for the great video editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we went out to dinner and had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chili's&lt;/span&gt; (A nice treat from Taco Bell and the usual). Afterwards it was off to find a place to launch the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;artillery&lt;/span&gt; (NOT HARD TO DO IN INDIANA). We stepped outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chili's&lt;/span&gt; and it was only of matter of which way we wanted to go, as there were fireworks exploding in every direction. We drove across the street and into a residential development looking for a spot to light our fireworks off. We came across a big field where everyone was. Let's just say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WARZONE&lt;/span&gt;! I have never experienced anything like this before in my life. Fireworks were being launched EVERYWHERE!! You would light a firework and runaway only to be running straight towards other fireworks being set off. Things were blowing up all around us. It was scary to say the least, but a TON of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the night went extremely downhill due the purchase of Deal or No Deal the board game. A word of advice, watch the show and don't buy the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a good game buy Mario Baseball for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gamecube&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-4432261281451029015?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/4432261281451029015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=4432261281451029015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/4432261281451029015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/4432261281451029015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/07/indiana-patriotism-and-firework-warfare.html' title='Indiana: Patriotism and Firework Warfare'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-2895495893359314723</id><published>2007-07-02T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:55:46.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandcamp Tour: Days 1-4</title><content type='html'>Greetings from Ohio here on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day of this summer tour. So far this has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun, and looks like it will get better as we go. There's already been a few real bonuses for this run, such as being with another great band for a string of dates (&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/permanentme"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Permanent&lt;/span&gt; Me&lt;/a&gt;), and Mario Baseball on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gamecube&lt;/span&gt; in the van. &lt;a href="http://www.bandcampmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bandcamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are a great bunch of guys and are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun. (Not to mention, their not that bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list of dates for this tour if you're wondering where I'll be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/1 Warren, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;7/2 Cincinnati, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;7/3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Plainfield&lt;/span&gt;, Indiana&lt;br /&gt;7/5 CHICAGO (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Midlothian&lt;/span&gt;), Illinois&lt;br /&gt;7/6 Quincy, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;7/7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LaCrosse&lt;/span&gt;, Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;7/8 Minneapolis, Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;7/10 Kansas City, Missouri&lt;br /&gt;7/11 Colorado Springs, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;7/13 Boise, Idaho&lt;br /&gt;7/15 Downtown Fullerton, California&lt;br /&gt;7/16 Los Angeles, California&lt;br /&gt;7/17 San Luis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Obispo&lt;/span&gt;, California&lt;br /&gt;7/18 Phoenix, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;7/19 Albuquerque, New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;7/21 San Antonio, Texas&lt;br /&gt;7/22 Waco, Texas&lt;br /&gt;7/27 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pittsfield&lt;/span&gt;, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;8/8 New York, New York&lt;br /&gt;8/9 Boston, Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info about any of these go checkout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bandcamp&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm in a hotel in Ohio waiting to leave for a 3 1/2 hour trip down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/span&gt;. Check back here, as I'll be posting pictures and possibly video of my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-2895495893359314723?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/2895495893359314723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=2895495893359314723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/2895495893359314723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/2895495893359314723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/07/bandcamp-tour-days-1-4.html' title='Bandcamp Tour: Days 1-4'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-4324207415560377857</id><published>2007-06-28T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:56:09.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the countdown...</title><content type='html'>I haven't been on here much since I started this. Mainly in part to the fact that I just haven't had much going on that I felt was worth blogging about. Since last we met, the band I was in "Grieving for Grace," has disbanded. Due &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;largely&lt;/span&gt; in part to the effects of life on four different people. I leave the group with an even more intense desire to succeed in this industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point......Don't do crack! (Not where I'm going with this, but really you shouldn't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that this happened in late spring there wasn't going to be much chance of getting another band together in time to embark upon any summer-like activities, such as touring. So, in an effort to just get out there and do something I hooked up with &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bandcamp"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bandcamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave in less than 24 hours to go on tour with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bandcamp&lt;/span&gt; for a month. The twist here is that I won't be playing guitar. I'm just going for the ride. I'm basically a roadie, as I'll be handling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the driving and helping out. I have toured in the past, but never on a long run like this. I have also never been more west than Pennsylvania either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting blogs from the road, sharing pictures and stories to keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you in a few hundred miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-4324207415560377857?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/4324207415560377857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=4324207415560377857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/4324207415560377857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/4324207415560377857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/06/countdown.html' title='the countdown...'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-6690171037118202295</id><published>2007-03-28T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T16:56:13.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Xtreme Body Fitness Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3467/494629688414834/1600/z/404950/bm-image-741983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3467/494629688414834/320/z/110346/bm-image-741983.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;its time to get in shape for the warm weather. if I plan to be any match for the hunkish members of globo-gym overwhelming the long island shores i&amp;#39;ll have to take action now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily I found a gym that advertises that it is exclusively for couch potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also has dance dance revolution hooked up to a 120&amp;quot; projection screen. pretty sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-6690171037118202295?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/6690171037118202295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=6690171037118202295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/6690171037118202295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/6690171037118202295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/03/xtreme-body-fitness-center.html' title='Xtreme Body Fitness Center'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-8778245679130299872</id><published>2007-03-26T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T13:51:05.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is a dream?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who is phil smith for 500'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='does anybody remember camp nowhere?'/><title type='text'>i don't like mondays</title><content type='html'>At this point in my life I seem to  associate Monday's with normality, and its a constant reminder of being stuck somewhere in between. I say in between in reference to a set of distinctly different lifestyles. One of these being the dream, and the other being the working man 9-to-5 route. Now I'm born to be the working man, and had I not found music I surely would have been ushered into Local Union #3 as an electrician like my father. The trick now is getting away from the daily grind and shifting the balance towards what I've wanted to do since I was 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11 years old I realized that the electric guitar wasn't just something mythological. It didn't only exist in pictures and music videos. They actually existed, and for whatever reason it dawned on me that having one of these contraptions was not that outlandish. It had hit me, the only thing between me and a guitar was a little sweet talking to ol' grandma. Now this amazing woman, with more faith than anybody should ever have in an sixth grader, was in. I also wouldn't be the first in her line of descendants to wield this six-stringed beauty. She had two sons (my uncles), who also played the guitar growing up. This was irrelevant in gaining her support though, as she is a beautiful person that just loves helping people and seeing people happy. So thank you grandma for backing me in all my begging in pleading to family members both immediate and extended&lt;br /&gt;for contributions toward such a worthy cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the inspiration for wanting to get a guitar came from a few different places. I'm probably missing something, but without a doubt there are three distinct reasons that are strong in my memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and foremost is my Uncle Tom, who seemed to always have a guitar in his hands when I'd go to visit. He is an inspiring guitar player. Not really trained, but self-taught. Also not very flashy or technically advanced. However, the gift was in the heart and feel. I sensed that really young and it remains something that inspires me to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I have no idea why this of all things this makes the top 3 reasons for me wanting a guitar, but its the movie Camp Nowhere. I loved this movie in elementary school. I find that alot of people don't remember it. But here's a quick synopsis. A bunch of young teens and tweens are being sent unwillingly to sleep away camps by their parents. The camp types consist of weight-loss camps, a military type boot camp, &amp; a computer camp among others. The kids are none too thrilled, as they devise a plan to pool all the money before it gets to the real camps and create their own camp in which they recruit none other than Christopher Lloyd to help run it. Great movie, horribly over-explained plot, sorry. Here was the point....one of the kids at the camp was playing the star-spangled banner on an electric guitar through a half stack. Sounded so cool! I had to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other reason, and I don't think you can blame me.....and I'll keep this one short. Back to the Future, Johnny B. Goode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this explains me a little better than the picture from my introductory post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-8778245679130299872?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/8778245679130299872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=8778245679130299872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/8778245679130299872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/8778245679130299872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-like-mondays.html' title='i don&apos;t like mondays'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052006407494323595.post-5405126397651218285</id><published>2007-03-25T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:21:17.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar player'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grieving for grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool dude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitarist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stratocaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fender'/><title type='text'>I feel like blogging</title><content type='html'>I'm not quite sure what made me feel different about this than any other day, but today [insert title of blog here]. Not sure if it's a call to gratify my need to find an alternative creative outlet or if I just feel that it's time to participate in the ever-so-popular blogging trend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, regardless of why I'm here, just a few keystrokes away from beginning this new kind of 21st century relationship with an open-ended number of readers let me introduce myself.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rgb2qQWKPTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qfru1Nqe9Sg/s1600-h/1"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rgb2qQWKPTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qfru1Nqe9Sg/s320/1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045991638318071090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052006407494323595-5405126397651218285?l=itsphil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/feeds/5405126397651218285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4052006407494323595&amp;postID=5405126397651218285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/5405126397651218285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052006407494323595/posts/default/5405126397651218285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsphil.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-like-blogging.html' title='I feel like blogging'/><author><name>Phil Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03491231918200968925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v55/124/57/18906391/n18906391_30969530_6071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-edp1S2M3a8/Rgb2qQWKPTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qfru1Nqe9Sg/s72-c/1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
