No Tearful Goodbyes, Only Pumping Fists And Throbbing Ears!
Posted August 21, 2006
Today, or rather yesterday, was our final show.
We didn't come to a hault with somber goodbye ballads or brown-nosing thanks. Instead we slashed and burned our way through one of our best sets to date, destroying every chord of every song with blistering enthusiasm. And, at the end of the day, I wouldn't have had it any other way...
We also released, for free, our split EP with our good friends Vegan Potluck, who opened with an equally astounding farewell set. Some of the tunes are available in our music section.
This is the part where I'm supposed to say "If someone'd told me two years ago that Foul Mouth would've been what it is..." and act surprized that we made it this far to begin with. But fuck that. Because we always had our hearts in this, and we always wanted to push things to the next level, for our fans, for the scene, and for ourselves. Because every chord counts, and when push comes to shove, bottoming out was simply not an option. We were born for this, and if you think it isn't still searing in our veins, you don't know Foul Mouth...
I would, however, like to take the opportunity now to thank you for supporting us in anyway way you have. Whether you were right up front with us at every show, or are just hearing this for the first time, you are invaluable to us, and your interest and support alone have fueled our enthusiasm from day one. Thank you all so much.
If this band has ever stood for one thing, it's this: You should never feel any shame in being yourself. This means it's important for us to find whatever means neccessary to express who we truly are, to present our thoughts, ideas, and feelings in the most genuine, sincere way imaginable. In other words, don't use influences as a crutch. Don't become the bands you love. And don't set out to be a fucking rock star clone. Victory Records is doing fine without you, believe me. Instead, try writing from the heart. Try creating music with a mind of its own. And dare to be different. Because, when you think about it, it's our differences that make us individual people, and they should be embraced as closely as anything else we hold dear. We've made it here speaking from the heart, and are more than happy to pass the torch. Take it and run like mad...
I'm not going to look back on Foul Mouth and remember writing this. I'm not going to remember being hunched over a keyboard spilling sentimental thoughts and missing it already. To hell with that. I'm going to remember the smell of the Sober Club. I'm going to remember the 10,000 broken strings left in our wake. I'm going to remember the looks in the eyes of the people watching who actually got it. But most of all, I'm going to remember the best times of my whole life with some of the best friends I've ever had. Because lets face it, it's overwith, but that doesn't mean it wasn't a fucking rush while it lasted, and boy was it ever...
Rocking on for years to come, and missing you already,
Sampson
