Evening in the Arto Apartment 3/25

Myles looks lovely in his Bread King spaghetti strap halter-top.  Deep into night, soft chatter.  Somewhere a record sings lazily.  Kevin looks lovely with his George Lopez hair.  Myles is now shirtless, apparently cleaning, but not accomplishing anything.  A pair of pants are looking sassy. Lintless!  

Practice tomorrow morning.  Until then, There Will Be Blood.  SLUMBER! 

Jamie 

*EDIT: THOSE WERE MY SASSY PANTS.

-CASSIDY

Piety (for Leo)

My hands run along a smooth sculpture,
a bust,
and I wonder what hands ran before,
what heart molded this stone,
what careful eye scanned its being,
what patient mind roamed humanity's beauty,
and birthed it out of the Earth.
A memory captured within a frame.
The sky lets out the tears, the rain,
the sculpture shines. Like God.
From every hand, his beauty spills.




Jamie

Arto joins The Zapatista Army of National Liberation!

fantistic!!

-mYles

what one of has been up to for the last bit...

www.myspace.com/mylescoyne

-mYles

a storm on the horizon

Fred's intro : Alright ... Partner. Keep on rollin' baby .. you know what time it is.(Throw your hands up) (Ladies and Gentlemen) Chocolate StarfishGonna keep on rollin' babyWho's in, now who's outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowBreathe in, now breathe outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowKeep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (c'mon)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'Verse 1Now I know ya'll be lovin' this shit right hereL.. I.. M.. P... Bizkit is right herePeople in the house put them hands in the air'Cause if you don't care, then we don't care (yeah)1.. 2.. 3.. times 2 to the 6, Jonesin' for your fix 'cause the Limp Bizkit mixSo where the fuck you at?Punk shut the fuck upAnd back the fuck upBefore we fuck this track up(Throw your hands up)Who's in, now who's outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowBreathe in, now breathe outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowKeep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (c'mon)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'Verse 2You... wanna mess with Limp Bizkit (yeah) You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)Because we get it on (when)Everyday and everynight (oh)And this platinum thing right here (uh huh)We're doing it all the time (huh)So you better get some better beatsAnd, uh get some better rhymes (doh)We got the game set so don't complain yetTwenty-four seven, never beggin' for a raincheckOld school soldiers passin' out the hot shitThat rocks shit and bounces the mosh pit(Throw your hands up)Who's in, now who's outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowBreathe in, now breathe outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowKeep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (c'mon)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'Hey LadiesHey FellasAnd the people that don't give a FUCKAll the loversAll the hatersAnd all the people that call themselves playasHot momma'sPimp daddy'sAnd the people rollin' up in CaddiesHey rockersHip-HoppersAnd everybody all around the world ...Who's in, now who's outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowBreathe in, now breathe outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowKeep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (c'mon)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'Who's in, now who's outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowBreathe in, now breathe outHands up, now hands downBack up, back upTell me what you gonna do nowKeep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (c'mon)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

-Fred Durst





Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, words to live by.


+Jamie

After listening to Beyonce, The Beatles, Pink Floyd, and Chris Brown day in and day out, sometimes the urge for a change takes hold. Although we constantly revere our favorite musicians, sometimes we find ourselves taking a break and looking for something new. Perhaps the local band Arto is exactly what we're looking for.
The band consists of three members: Cassidy J. David-Weber, East alumni Myles Coyne, and our very own Jamie Yanda, a senior this year. The word "arto" is a Latin term meaning "to unite" or "to [abridge]." The band's CD, which was released last summer, compliments its title as its content bridges different genres of music together to create a unique sound.
Arto's music is a mixture of folk, noise, and electronics combined with a passionate and soulful narrative. With the aid of many friends playing guest instruments, the songs not only make use of the standard bass, drums, piano, and voice, but also include gongs, xylophones, radio frequencies, broken harps, drum circles, loon calls, horns, and more.
As band member Yanda puts it, "all that surrounds you and me has the potential to be made a musical instrument."
The songs on the album, including "There Will Be Blood," "Sah," "The Language of Animals," and Y and's personal favorite "Samsa's Compassion," were inspired by "people who live passionately, wildly, and dangerously."
Arto's music conveys the following message: "Remove your luster of social responsibility. Far too many people are owned by far too many things. Do it yourself. Do what you want, when you want. Your Humanness is your highest authority."
Arto relieves listeners of the mundane sound found on the average iPod and provides a unique, passionate, and powerful blend of music. With the talent that the album contains, who knows? Someday Ato's name may be printed in a newspaper bigger than this one.